Ling tripod

"No. 13 Chu Yan versus No. 23 Lin Jiu!"

The old referee on stage No. 63 shouted loudly.

"drink!"

I saw a young cultivator in khaki robes flying onto the stage with a long knife at his feet.

"Finally here!"

After more than ten groups of battles, it was finally his turn, and Chu Yan walked towards the ring.

"Look, that's Chu Yan!"

"So handsome. If I had such a dual cultivator, my death would be worth it!"

"I heard that he knocked Qing Wenwu away with one move!"

…

Under the gaze of everyone, Chu Yan walked under the ring, tapped his feet slightly on the ground, and suddenly stood up and jumped into the air.

Falling slowly on the ring like fallen leaves, and his white clothes add to his chicness!

"If one party is knocked out of the ring, or if one party cannot stand up to win, the one who kills will be disqualified from the competition! Okay, let's begin!"

The old referee said calmly, without much expression on his face. Looking at the clothes on his body, Chu Yan couldn't identify which state or sect he was from.

"Chu Yan, you bitch, you attacked my senior brother and embarrassed him, today I will teach you a lesson!"

Lin Jiu was wearing a golden Taoist robe, and his eyes were waiting for Chu Yan to speak fiercely.

"Are you a disciple of Qingfu Sect?"

Chu Yan raised his eyebrows and said coldly.

"Haha, you have some knowledge, I am..."

"Oh, no wonder your mouth smells so bad!"

Chu Yan said lightly, and his figure suddenly disappeared.

The next moment.

"Bang!"

A fist hit Lin Jiu's chest at lightning speed, and his sternum collapsed instantly.

"puff!"

Lin Jiu spurted out a mouthful of blood and was knocked away by the punch, and then fell heavily under the ring.

"How... how... possible!"

Lin Jiu looked at Chu Yan on the ring with disbelief in his eyes, and the next moment he fainted.

The whole scene suddenly fell into dead silence, and everyone looked at Chu Yan with the eyes of a monster. Lin Jiu was also a young and strong man at the eighth level of the foundation stage, but he couldn't even get through one round under his hands!

Chu Yan patted the dust on his hands and said calmly: "Senior referee!"

"On the 13th, Chu Yan wins!"

The referee came to his senses and said.

"Chu Yan! Chu Yan!"

"Chu Yan! Chu Yan!"

"Chu Yan! Chu Yan!"

…

In the five competitions on the first day, Chu Yan did not hide much strength, and all of them killed his opponents with one blow. The strongest opponent among them had reached the tenth level of the foundation stage, which was the same level as Chu Yan, but he was still defeated. Chu Yan killed him instantly with one punch.

After everyone saw Chu Yan's performance, they all marveled at Chu Yan's strange body skills that were so invincible. He arrived in an instant and could not be pursued at such a speed, as well as his powerful physical strength. According to the loser's report, Chu Yan That punch was like a steel hammer.

In this way, Chu Yan won all five matches on the first day, accumulated a five-point record, and undoubtedly took the first place.

However, Chu Yan is not the only one who has won all five battles. Sixty-eight of the eighty groups have disciples who have won all five battles. There are eight thousand talented disciples participating in the qualifying competition this time. Who has not yet Two brushes.

Lei Tianyou and Ouyang Yuan both won five matches and ranked first in their respective groups.

The third day of the qualifying competition.

"Bang!"

On the 63rd stage, a demon cultivator was punched out.

"No. 13, Chu Yan wins!"

The old referee said loudly, and the way he looked at Chu Yan was a little different. Now Chu Yan's reputation has already spread throughout the qualification competition.

"Accepted!"

Chu Yan hugged the cultivators under the ring, turned around and escaped into the crowd.

"That's Chu Yan, so awesome!"

"Fifteen qualifying matches across the province in three days, and fifteen points!"

"There are eight thousand disciples, and now there are less than a hundred who still maintain complete victory. What do you think Chu Yan can achieve?"

"I don't know, I just feel that Chu Yan will not lose!"

…

Everyone looked at Chu Yan's back with admiration in their eyes.

Day five.

"Chu Yan wins again, Chu Yan wins again today!"

"Too evil!"

"Chu Yan has played twenty-five matches in five days without a single defeat!"

"Now there are less than sixty people who have never been defeated!"

…

Day ten.

"What? You haven't heard that Chu Yan won again, yes, won again!"

"Is this guy a monster? He has won fifty games in a row!"

"And this guy can still kill all his opponents with one blow. What a pervert!"

"Don't let me meet him!"

…

Day 15.

"What? What are you talking about? Chu Yan is still undefeated. How is that possible?"

"Why is it impossible? Now Chu Yan has won seventy-five consecutive games, and there are less than fifteen people who still maintain the winning streak!"

"Second, is this guy really from Yizhou? Why is Yizhou so perverted today!"

"That Sect Master Shui Tianyu, plus this Chu Yan, they are two monsters, one big and one smiling!"

"Yizhou is about to rise!"

…

Day 19.

"Again...win again?"

"Is this guy Chu Yan really a monster?"

"Chu Yan has won ninety-five games in a row. It's so abnormal!"

"Not only him, you all have ignored that Lei Tianyou and Ouyang Yuan, who are both from Yizhou, have not been defeated either!"

"Today, there are only twelve talented young people who have never been defeated, and all of them are top geniuses!"

"Yizhou, which has always been recognized as the weakest, actually has three people. This..."

…

Day 20.

The seats around Arena No. 63 were already full, and countless people were surrounded on three levels inside and outside.

Today is the moment to witness a miracle. Chu Yan still has the last four games. Can he win them all and create a miracle of ninety-nine consecutive victories?

On the stage, Chu Yan faced off against a bull-headed demon cultivator.

"Master, this boy really did not disappoint us!"

Shui Tianyu looked at Chu Yan on the stage and smiled at Taoist Tianxuan.

"This kid has not exerted one-fifth of his strength since the beginning of the group stage. This time, the most talented disciples have been intentionally missed. These young cultivators in the same group are not at the same level as Chu Yan!"

Taoist Tianxuan has been in a great mood recently. Because of the existence of Chu Yan and Shui Tianyu's strong performance, Yizhou has become famous before the qualifying competition has even begun, and Taoist Tianxuan is finally proud.

On the ring, the referee has announced the start of the competition, but neither man nor demon has moved.

"Fellow Daoist Chu, do you still remember the villain?"

The bull-headed demon looked at Chu Yan with a look of reverence.

"It does look familiar. Are you...?"

Chu Yan looked at the Minotaur, but he felt as if he had seen it somewhere.

"I still remember the scene when Fellow Daoist Chu fought against Huo Longfei outside the Zuiyao Mansion that day. I was also a member of the Zuiyao Mansion at that time, and it is precisely because of that battle that I have now joined the Black Demon Mansion!"

The Minotaur looked at Chu Yan with a face full of fanatical admiration.

"Ah, I see, no wonder it looks so familiar. Speaking of which, I was very grateful to fellow Taoist for helping me!"

Chu Yan smiled lightly and said that Chu Yan was really grateful to the cultivators from Zui Yao Tower who helped him fight that day.

"My little brother will take action with all his strength. Brother Chu doesn't have to be humble! Kill!"

The Minotaur shouted loudly, the savings bag around his waist flashed with light, and a large ax whizzed out. It rose up in the wind and instantly became five meters high and hit Chu Yan on the head.

"good!"

Chu Yan smiled faintly, but stood still without moving at all!

Amid everyone's astonished gazes, Chu Yan stretched out a hand to face the dark axe.

"Bang!"

There was no unexpected splash of flesh and blood. Chu Yan clamped the pitch-black ax tightly with just two fingers. At the same time, the ice spiritual power in his hand jumped out and poured into the pitch-black axe. At the same time, Chu Yan's spiritual thoughts were activated instantly and entered the dark axe.

"puff!"

The bull-headed demon cultivator spurted out a mouthful of blood, and he could no longer feel any connection with the pitch-black axe. In other words, this spiritual weapon had changed hands.

"Look carefully, this ax should be used like this!"

Chu Yan said lightly, and the big black ax suddenly glowed brightly. He immediately turned his head and hit the Minotaur on the head.

This ax does not seem to be much different from the one used by the Minotaur before, but if you look closely, you will find that the momentum of this ax is extremely solid. It is like a sharp sword striking in a straight line in an instant. This momentum is far away. It surpassed the ax used by the Minotaur before!

Just when the tip of the ax that had already been pointed was less than an inch from the Minotaur's forehead, it suddenly stopped.

The Minotaur's closed eyes opened. When the ax struck, the Minotaur originally thought that even if he did not die, he would be seriously injured, but he did not expect such a result.

There was silence around the arena.

At this time, a faint voice sounded:

"Your ax is powerful enough, but its power is not concentrated. Try to concentrate the power on one line. The route of the explosion will be straight. Without wasting any power, the power will naturally increase! I'll give you this ax back!"

"Bang!"

Chu Yan removed the spiritual thoughts left in the axe, and the ax suddenly became an ownerless thing and fell to the ground.

"Thank you for your kindness. I'll take my leave, little brother!"

The minotaur looked excited, picked up the ax, jumped off the ring and disappeared into the crowd.