Fantasy: Please Don’t Take My Chance Again

"What are you doing, the Fifth Stage of the Spirit Sea Realm doesn't even have the courage to fight against the Third Stage of the Spirit Sea Realm, just admit defeat?"

"Unfortunately, I still thought that Xun Ao was a dark horse. I was really wrong."

"Could it be that this kid from the Spirit Sword Sect reached some kind of deal with Xun Ao in private, so that Xun Ao had to admit defeat?"

"It's possible!"

Xun Ao conceded defeat, and the pot exploded immediately.

Countless doubtful, contemptuous or strange eyes gathered on Xun Ao, Xun Ao had a dark face, and walked off the stage without paying attention.

He knew very well in his heart that his strength had improved very little this month, almost the same as when he was in Spirit Sword Sect last time.

Gu Xuan broke through a Realm.

He couldn't beat Gu Xuan last time, and he definitely couldn't beat Gu Xuan this time, so there's no need to humiliate himself.

It's not enough to be ravaged by a pervert who is several Realms lower than yourself, do you want to do it again?

The point is, Gu Xuan's "Eight Zero" sword intent is too terrifying.

The feeling of being in purgatory has left Xun Ao with a psychological shadow that has not yet been eliminated, and he doesn't want to try it again.

Some disciples of Tianfenggu also knew it well, and each of them didn't say a word, and they fell silent collectively.

This made the onlookers who didn't know the truth talk more fiercely, satirizing Xun Ao's pussy one after another, and alluding to Gu Xuan's tricks.

Gu Xuan didn't bother to explain at all, the performance is not over yet, the facts will prove everything.

He really admired Xun Ao's decision.

If you say you admit defeat, you admit defeat, without any sloppiness.

"Congratulations to the host who has succeeded in cutting Hu, and received a reward: Spirit Sea Ascension Pill*1"

Xun Ao, as a seed player who is qualified to hit the top 20, naturally has the light of opportunity on his body.

Gu Xuan eliminated him and made him miss the top 20, which cut off his chances.

It's another spiritual sea promotion pill, good stuff.

Gu Xuan's eyes lit up after receiving the reward, this thing is a timely help.

If the Cultivation Base reaches the Linghai Fourth Stage, his confidence in competing for the first place will be a little higher.

So far, the competition on the first day of martial arts is all over.

Gu Xuan returned to the team of Spirit Sword Sect, and found that among the disciples participating in the martial arts performance, there were only three left, including himself.

One Linghai Sixth Stage, one Linghai Seventh Stage.

Xing Elder said to Gu Xuan: "You are very lucky. You have a bye in the second round. In the third round, you met Xun Ao who was also lucky. He let you do it for nothing. It is really unexpected that you can break into the fourth round. .

However, the remaining players in the fourth round are basically all masters, and the weakest ones are stronger than Xun Ao. It is not so easy to break through.

Tomorrow's competition, I only have one request for you, keep yourself first!"

Gu Xuan didn't say anything, just nodded and understood.

Immediately afterwards, the six sects dispersed and returned to their respective residences, waiting for the arrival of Yanwu the next day.

Nothing to say all night.

On the second day, many disciples from the six sects reunited in the competition arena.

Facing the upcoming competition, many people showed faint excitement and anticipation on their faces.

Because compared to the previous day, today's competition must be more intense and exciting.

"The fourth round of lottery begins!"

The remaining 20 or so people who performed martial arts stepped onto the stage one after another to draw own lottery numbers.

Gu Xuan had drawn the lottery, and when he stepped off the stage, he suddenly noticed that someone was looking at him.

Looking up, I found that several contestants were looking at me, and their eyes were fixed on the bamboo stick in my hand.

Gu Xuan came to his senses quickly.

Among the people on the field right now, Own is the weakest. These people regard themselves as the only soft persimmons.

Whoever matches himself will be lucky.

Gu Xuan shook his head speechlessly, and found his own competition.

His own opponent has been waiting here for a long time, he is a disciple of Qingxuanmen, and his Cultivation Base is Linghai Seventh Stage!

Seeing himself, the Qingxuanmen disciple immediately couldn't help laughing.

"It seems that my luck is not bad, the only one on the root was actually drawn by me.

Gu Xuan didn't speak, but the people below were already discussing.

"It's a miracle that this guy is only a Third Stage in the Spirit Sea Realm!"

"In the last competition, he didn't know what tricks he used to make Xun Ao of Tianfeng Valley take the initiative to admit defeat. I don't believe he can do it this time."

"Xian Xingchen from Qingxuanmen is the son of Elder, with a profound background, there is nothing Duan Ye can't play on his head.'

"Then it's nothing to look at. If this person really fights, he probably won't be able to hold off even one move from Xian Xingchen."

"Hey, what a waste of time, hurry up and finish the game, I have to watch the next game!"

The Qingxuan sect disciple named Xian Xingchen looked down at Gu Xuan condescendingly, and said mockingly: "It must have taken a lot of resources to reach the spiritual sea level at a young age. I don't know what your background is? What method made the last opponent admit defeat?

It's bad luck for you to run into me now. "

Xian Xingchen's expression suddenly turned grim, and he said in a fierce voice: "I hate people like you who like to play tricks behind their backs the most in my life, and this time, I will make you suffer a lot... .”

Facing Xian Xingchen's threats and provocations, Gu Xuan was not angry at all, but stretched out a finger.

Xian Xingchen frowned: "What do you mean?"

Gu Xuan said indifferently: "One move defeats you."

Xian Xingchen was stunned, and so were the disciples watching from the audience.

After a short period of silence, someone "poof" laughed out loud.

"Haha, did I hear correctly, this guy said he wants to defeat Xichen with one move?"

"Crazy, totally crazy!"

"It's so ridiculous, does he think that he is not Linghai Third Stage, but Xuandan Third Stage!"

Xian Xingchen also laughed, leaning forward and backward with laughter, almost tears came out of his eyes.

"I want to see how you beat me with one move."

Xian Xingchen couldn't help but said.

"Then keep your eyes open."

After Gu Xuan finished speaking calmly, he put his hand lightly on the handle of the knife.

In an instant, Xian Xingchen's heart tightened suddenly, a great sense of crisis and uneasiness emerged from his heart, and his scalp went numb.

At this moment, it was as if he was suddenly stared at by some prehistoric beast.

"What the hell, go to hell!"

The huge area of ​​anxiety made Xian Xingchen let out a low cry, and wanted to make a move.

But at this moment, his pupils shrank suddenly, and a golden line flashed in his eyes.

"Clang!"

Sheath the long knife.

Gu Xuan stood up in a leisurely manner, turned his head to look at the referee next to him, and said calmly: "Announce 0.8 tons.

Everyone in the audience looked dumbfounded.

what's the situation?

What did you do for the referee to announce?

"Is this kid really crazy?"

"I think 80% of them are, and they have already started talking nonsense.

"Hey, why is Xian Xingchen not moving?"

While the people below were discussing, Xian Xingchen, who had been standing still, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

Immediately, the robe on his body exploded, and a shocking knife mark appeared on his chest. This knife mark stretched from his feet all the way across most of the fighting platform.

In an instant, the originally noisy scene suddenly quietened down.

Fall into an eerie dead silence.

Under the stage, all the disciples of the six sects watching the battle stared wide-eyed and opened their mouths wide, as if they were being strangled by someone at the same time, unable to make any sound.