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The princes and princes sitting in the stands naturally saw this scene, and they all recognized the gray-robed monk as the eldest prince's man.

This is considered a blatant bribery, and it is undoubtedly a slap in the face of Qi Fugui.

Qi Fugui also looked ugly. He did not expect that the eldest prince would come out like this. If Zhou An was really bribed, then even if Qingzhou finally won the leader of the Immortal Competition, it would not mean much to him, and he would lose all face.

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A smile appeared on the face of the eldest prince. This was a naked conspiracy. Even if Zhou An refused, it would not be a big problem. His goal was also achieved. This move would definitely create a gap between the two people. As long as the father and the emperor were aware of it,

As long as Zhou An and Qi Fugui are not bound.

If it can be done, it is naturally the best.

"The eldest prince is very polite." Zhou An said, but his steps did not move and he had no intention of taking the talisman.

The gray-robed monk's eyes turned cold, "Huh? Your Excellency, are you not ready to take it?"

Zhou An opened one eye and closed the other. He seemed to be concentrating with his eyes closed. He said angrily: "Don't you see that I can't reach it? Can you be sincere and send the things over?

Is there anyone who does things like this?"

"Don't you want me to take over and are deliberately making things difficult for you?"

The gray-robed monk was scolded by Zhou An, and his face suddenly turned ugly, but he didn't show any emotion. After all, the eldest prince was watching from above, so he had no choice but to walk up to the competition platform and apologized: "I didn't think carefully, please ask your Excellency.

Forgive me."

Zhou An took the talisman without taking another look and said, "I will consider it. Please also give my regards to your eldest prince."

The gray-robed monk didn't say much, nodded and turned around to leave. He looked unhappy and disappeared into the crowd in the blink of an eye.

Zhou An looked at him sitting comfortably on the competition table, holding his sword in one hand. He still didn't go down until the sixth round was about to begin, and said to the referee on the side:

"I won't go down because it seems troublesome. Anyway, I will be the first one up later."

The referee's mouth twitched, but he didn't object. He just said: "It's up to you."

Of course it wouldn't work for anyone else, but Zhou An can. This is the convenience of being a strong man.

Almost everyone in the stands can guess that Qingzhou will probably win the first place now. Although Qingzhou only has a god-forming monk like Zhou An, it is enough.

The competition begins.

Zhou An was sitting on the ring, with light rain falling in the sky and making dots of spots on the floor, which was a bit cool.

He felt that he was just like the big BOSS in the game, waiting here for someone to challenge him, and that was indeed the case.

The first monk who came up had short blue hair and injuries on his body. One of his arms was obviously just attached. After the previous fierce battle, his condition was not good.

On the other hand, Zhou An has been sitting here for two or three days, waiting for work, so he has every advantage.

"Just take action, no need for ink marks." Zhou An sat on the ground with no intention of standing up.

The monk showed shame and anger when he saw this, feeling that Zhou An was deliberately humiliating him. Little did he know that Zhou An really couldn't stand up at this time, "I'm so angry!"

He shouted loudly, and made magic spells with both hands. There was a burst of thunder in the sky, as if a thunder tribulation suddenly appeared. Of course, this was not a real thunder tribulation, but a thunder method that imitated the thunder tribulation, which could attack the monks.

The soul and body are dealt a devastating blow.

"too slow."

Zhou An looked at the sky. The thunder had completely condensed and was about to fall. Then with a wave of one hand, the rusty long sword was unsheathed from the scabbard and slashed at the opponent.

All defenses were in vain in front of this sword, and the monks in Hezhou had no way to dodge. They could only block it forcefully, and then the sword penetrated the aura shield and body, and flew out of the competition platform.

In the sky, the thunder that had not yet fallen condensed and dissipated because there was no spiritual energy to maintain it.

The next second and third monks were also easily defeated by Zhou An. If one sword couldn't do it, then two swords would do the trick.

The fourth monk flew up from the stage. He was wearing black attire and a black mask. His aura was vague and he looked extremely mysterious.

Zhou An was stunned for a moment and noticed something was wrong. He felt very much like when he faced Wangtai in Jieweishan. His aura was strange and twisted, and he said bluntly:

"My friend, something doesn't look right with you."

The monk wearing a black mask frowned, secretly frightened, and said coldly: "What's wrong? Don't think that just because you beat the previous few, you will definitely kill me."

Zhou An turned his head and looked at the referee next to him, and found that there was nothing unusual about him. He seemed not to notice anything wrong with the monk in front of him.

"Zhou An versus Liu Xiu!"

The referee's voice echoed throughout the venue.

Although this competition has already concluded in the minds of many people, it is the last competition of the Immortal Competition after all, and most people are paying close attention to it.

Zhou An didn't say much. Since the other party had a problem, he only needed to let the other party show his prototype.

This time, he did not wait for the opponent to make the first move, but swung his sword first, and the sword light flashed across the entire competition stage.

Surprisingly, Liu Xiu's body disappeared from sight the moment he was about to be chopped. It seemed that his speed suddenly became extremely fast, breaking through the blockade of the sword, dodging the sword, and appearing.

Directly above.

He pointed one finger at Zhou An, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground below, with a black light shining on his fingertips, "Lingxu Finger!"

Zhou An also felt the aura of destruction, and the hairs on his hair suddenly stood up. This was definitely not a method that ordinary god-transformation monks could use.

Moreover, he had also observed the competition between Hezhou and Gongzhou before. Although this man performed well before, he was just an ordinary god-forming monk. Now he has shown such strength, which is incredible.

A black beam of light fell from the sky and penetrated the ground. Zhou An also appeared at the other end of the competition platform, with almost all the sword armor around him broken.

If he had been slower in his movements just now, and his body would have been pierced by this black beam of light, he would probably have died!

A large smooth round hole of more than ten meters appeared where the light beam penetrated, and the matter on the ground seemed to be dissociated and disappeared out of thin air.

There was also a lot of discussion on the stage at this time. The competition that was thought to be uneventful turned out to be troublesome. Even the eldest prince himself was surprised. He had no idea that the monks under him were so strong, and his face suddenly showed joy.

It would be best if Hezhou could win the competition, and my father would naturally not have other monks.

He didn't think too much at this time, and he didn't want to know why the monk under his command suddenly became so strong.

Qi Fugui's face was solemn and he felt something was wrong. Such an unexpected change was not a good sign. He asked aloud: "What kind of method can this easily destroy the competition platform?"

The material of the competition platform is special. It can be destroyed by the monks who transform into gods, but it will never be able to cause this level of damage. It is a bit exaggerated. Some people believe that this is the method of the monks in the integration stage.

As soon as these words came out.

The princes and princes around him naturally shook their heads, expressing that they did not recognize him.

Seeing this, the eldest prince felt that he could not lose face and said: "This is considered a secret technique, so naturally it cannot be widely publicized."

King Jing'an said meaningfully: "We have never heard of such secret techniques. My eldest brother really hides them deeply."