My cultivation script went astray

Prisoner No. 1 was not on Chen Lang's side, but walked out of the opposite side door.

The prisoner was tall and thin, perhaps because he had been in prison for too long, his skin was dark and his eyes were dull.

He walked into the sandy ground and squinted his eyes to look around.

"Don't look, it's here."

His robe fluttered in the wind, and a long spear stabbed in the sand in front of Prisoner No. 1, half of it was buried.

"Challenger, Yin Ming."

The old man next to him nodded slightly to the young man holding the long spear, and smiled faintly: "You are a disciple of Elder Liu, it's rare for you to have your first show, but it's a pity that the guy didn't come, and he couldn't see you galloping on the battlefield."

Cheers rang out in the audience, and someone was calling his name.

"It's not a performance, why do you have to show it to others."

Yin Ming whispered, he raised his hand to pull out the long spear, and looked at Prisoner No. 1, "Where is your weapon?"

"I don't have it." The prisoner shrank his head and responded listlessly.

This mental state made Yin Ming very dissatisfied. He turned around and said, "Elder, why don't you give him a weapon?"

"He has been imprisoned for almost a year, and I don't know what weapon to use." The elder asked the prisoner, "There is a sword, will you use it?"

"I don't use a sword."

"That's all I can do." The elder explained helplessly, "We didn't prepare it in advance. If the quality is poor, it will affect your opponent's performance."

"Well, I won't use it either." Yin Ming raised his hand and threw the spear into the distance.

"This" the elder looked at the audience.

"If he doesn't want to use it, let him do it, otherwise it will be unfair." A wealthy man in the seat spoke up. He was Yin Ming's family member and came to watch the battle today.

After giving up the weapon, Yin Ming still felt it was not enough. He said to the prisoner:

"Raise your head, don't be listless. You were not a weakling when you were imprisoned here.

I don't want to take advantage of you. Cheer up and fight me in an upright manner. I will wash away your sins and let you die with dignity."

The words were effective. Prisoner No. 1 raised his head, revealing a sharp look under his messy hair.

"Very good, take it." Yin Ming smiled, formed seals with his hands, ignited a blazing fire, and bombarded the prisoner.

Three moves later.

With a scream, Yin Ming was defeated and pressed to the ground. The prisoner's skinny claws were like spikes, trying to pierce Yin Ming's throat.

"Stop it!"

Fortunately, the elder took action in time, appeared behind the prisoner, and pulled him away.

"Your weapon is your claws!"

Yin Ming coughed up blood and stood up, backing up a few steps. He was very angry, "Elder, let him go, I will fight him again!"

"You lost." The elder shook his head and gave a cold evaluation.

This result surprised everyone. Senior Brother Yin had a famous teacher to guide him. Even if he didn't have enough practical experience, how could he lose like this?

"I didn't expect it just now. I want to continue." Yin Ming insisted that it was because he didn't know this person well enough.

"Forget it, you don't have time to understand the enemy in the battlefield class." Yin Ming's family members in the seat said, "Underestimating the enemy is your weakness. Come back after thinking about it."

Yin Ming retreated, lost in the first battle!

The defeat in the first battle shocked many disciples of Qingmu Sect, and they dared not to look down on them any more.

The elder hurriedly came behind the scenes, with a serious face, and called a deacon.

"What's the matter? Who did you arrange? Do you want me to embarrass myself?" the elder questioned.

The defeated were the children of families from all over the country, but they were taught by Qingmu Sect. This not only slapped the face of Yinming Family, but also showed that Qingmu Sect's guidance was incompetent.

The deacon's head was sweating, "I don't know, they were all randomly arranged. I thought they were all geniuses."

"Don't say it."

The elder was not an unreasonable person. He pondered for a moment, "Where did so many geniuses come from? They are also ordinary people who need to be constantly tempered and grow. I asked you to pick out the best ones to take care of their family's face, not to let you do it for real.

You will do this and that later."

The elder whispered and wiped the family's face in the first game. Although they did not express their opinions, it must not happen again.

"I understand."

After a while, the deacon rushed to various places and made an order.

Before all prisoners go on stage, they keep a part of their strength sealed.

"Damn, they are so weak that they don't even recognize the trick." This is not good news for Chen Lang, but it is acceptable. The Ten Thousand Souls Banner is his trump card.

"Weakling."

The elder brother from the Tianjian Sect commented coldly.

...

The second game went smoothly.

Because the disciples of Qingmu Sect were more vigilant and prepared seriously, they easily defeated their opponents.

"I'll give you transcendence." A young disciple turned and left. Prisoner No. 2 turned his back to him, his body was stiff, there was a blood hole on his neck, and his throat was cut by a sword.

Prisoner No. 3 was directly smashed in the head by a bald man, which was very tragic.

Prisoner No. 4 was even killed in one move.

"Good!"

Qingmu Sect gradually recovered from the decline, and the faces of the families in the audience gradually relaxed. It was the most glorious thing to see their younger generations show their power.

Then, Prisoner No. 1 was pulled out again and defeated three people again. Finally, he was defeated by a sword cultivator in the fourth game and his arm was cut off.

This is a very outstanding Tianjiao of Qingmu Sect, who has only the initial stage of foundation building, even lower than Prisoner No. 1.

"You are indeed very strong, and your talent is not inferior to that of the inner sect of our sect. Why don't you take the right path and join Pingtian Sect?" The sword cultivator questioned.

Prisoner No. 1 had blood on his mouth and did not answer.

"It's better not to say anything. If you die under my sword, you can leave your name." The sword cultivator held the sword in his backhand.

"You don't deserve it." Prisoner No. 1 said.

With a snort, the sword light rose and fell, and Prisoner No. 1 fell.

...

The battle proceeds in an orderly manner.

The old man was supervising and explaining the attacking moves.

Seeing that the disciples and the audience were emotionally stable and gradually entering the state, he breathed a sigh of relief and matched the right person with the right opponent, neither too strong nor too weak. This was difficult to do.

The prisoners who appeared ranged from number five to number ten, and the battle situation was tense, with each having his own victory or defeat.

Two of them performed well. Although they were prisoners, they struck gracefully and calmly, allowing the Aoki Sect disciples to gain a lot and receive lenient treatment.

Several pills flew into the hands of the two of them, and the old man said calmly: "You are good at cultivation. Take them to heal your wounds. You will be needed next time."

Soon, the serial number came to sixteen.

The eldest brother from Tianjian Sect had been waiting for a long time. The deacon came and called his name:

"Weiping, it's your turn."

"heard it."

The people around him looked around, not only Chen Lang, but this was also the first time they knew this person's real name.

"Remember, like those two people, be careful with your strikes and hit the mark. Those who are valuable may not necessarily be those with high cultivation, but they must be willing to cooperate with them. This can make you live longer." Tianjian Sect The elder brother whispered.

"Yeah, I know." Chen Lang said, "What about you?"

"Me? Ha." He sneered.

The eldest brother of the Tianjian Sect appeared on the stage. He was taken off his shackles, part of the cultivation seal was unlocked, he rubbed his fists and came to the sand.

His opponent was a female cultivator with short hair and a heroic appearance.

"I don't want to compete with women." The eldest brother of the Tianjian Sect said.

The female cultivator was very surprised and found this person's arrogance very funny, "This is the Qingmu Sect, not your Pingtian Sect. You are my chosen opponent. When you survive, you can consider choosing someone else."

"good."

The eldest brother of Tianjian Sect nodded, then fiercely clenched his fist and rushed forward. Just as the old man started shouting, he noticed the starting position of the eldest brother of Tianjian Sect, and his expression changed drastically:

"slow!"

As a Jindan elder, he could have stopped him, but his words stimulated the female cultivator. She rushed forward and struck a blow with the eldest brother of the Tianjian Sect.

Then, the bones in her hand were shattered, the fist hit her chest, and all her organs were shattered.

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and the female cultivator flew backwards and hit the wall. Her breath gradually died. When the old man hurriedly helped her up, she was unable to save herself.

The audience was in an uproar.

"What a ruthless attack!" A disciple stood up with a stern look on his face. He was truly worthy of the Pingtian Sect. He was truly ruthless and ruthless. This was obviously an extremely difficult opponent.

"I'm here to kill him." Some disciples stood up with murderous intent on their faces. This was the first time a human life had been caused since the trial began. If they didn't kill this person, how could they have the face to meet the elders of the sect.

"Come on, kill you." The elder brother of Tianjian Sect said indifferently.

Then, the disciple fought for three rounds and lost.

Unfortunately, the eldest brother of Tianjian Sect failed to kill him, and the elder next to him was on guard and stopped him in time.

The elder proposed to take the prisoner down and fight him another day, but the Qingmu Sect disciple showed real fire and insisted on fighting him.

Seven games in a row, the eldest brother of Tianjian Sect won them all.

"Ha, is this the level you are? You are very smart and have chosen to be in the Qingmu Sect's territory. Otherwise, if word gets out, you will be laughed out of your mouth.

I don’t blame you, who has allowed you to be so well protected since childhood? I suggest you pick a few three-year-old children to compete with each other to avoid bumping into each other and causing your family to feel distressed. "The eldest brother of Tianjian Sect smiled lightly.

"What an arrogant person who has not repented even after being imprisoned." Faced with the provocation, not to mention the disciples of the Qingmu Sect, the family members in the audience could no longer bear it. He would not be able to relieve his anger until he died today.

"No need to lie, I will kill you."

One of the disciples took action, and it was the same swordsman in white who killed Prisoner No. 1 and ended the game.

He was indeed very strong. He fought with the eldest brother of the Tianjian Sect for more than a hundred rounds and finally decided the winner.

Many disciples and spectators were shocked and fell into silence.

Then, they started cheering and chanting Jian Xiu's name, and the faces of the family members in the audience also relaxed.

This person put too much pressure on them, and they also clearly realized that the alchemists of Pingtian Sect were indeed different from what they thought. They were no worse than the masters of the sect, and they were even more murderous.

However, the Aoki Sect won in the end.

"The evil will not prevail against the good." Someone whispered.

The eldest brother of Tianjian Sect knelt down on the ground with a tired look on his face, and put a sword on his neck.

"Do you have any last words?" Jian Xiu asked. He was panting and had obviously reached his limit.

"Of course."

The eldest brother of the Tianjian Sect suddenly grinned, "Is the wheel battle fun?"

"There is no fairness in the battlefield." Jian Xiu responded coldly. This is not an excuse for defeat.

"Then you've been fighting for so long and haven't you noticed that my cultivation level is sealed?"

As soon as these words came out, the expression of the elder next to him suddenly changed, while the sword cultivator frowned and stared: "What's going on?"

If the opponent is exhausted and defeated, that can only mean that his strength is average, but if his cultivation is sealed and defeated, that can only mean that the contest is a failure!

"Haha, what do you think?"

The eldest brother of Tianjian Sect suddenly stretched out his hand, grasped the blade of the sword, and swiped it towards his neck. It was too late for the sword cultivator to stop him.

Seeing his opponent fall, he felt extremely uncomfortable and stared at the elder angrily, "Why do you want to lock up his cultivation? Am I the kind of person who is timid?"

"It doesn't matter how many locks there are, it's all the same. You will be the winner in the end." The elder comforted him. He didn't expect that this person would do something like this before he died. It was considered true that he committed suicide and was heart-wrenching.

"Is it the same? How can it be the same!" Jianxiu left angrily. Such a fight was a humiliation to him. It would be better not to fight at all.

He seemed to understand what he meant when he said "You don't deserve it" when he defeated Prisoner No. 1.

"Elder, since this is a trial, you should go all out, why should you lock your opponent's cultivation level?" Some people in the audience were unwilling and raised their opinions.

The elder was under great pressure, which made him unable to respond, so he had to respond perfunctorily and then call the next prisoner to come on.

"Is it finally me?"

Like everyone else, Chen Lang had his shackles removed, and then the seal on his body, but part of it was also retained. Finally, he was pushed out of the room by the deacon in charge of guarding and came to the middle.

"There is no other meaning in locking up his cultivation. The main reason is that they are members of the Pingtian Sect. Their methods are ruthless and they may have hidden weapons. If you don't guard against them, it will be unfair to you." The elder was still explaining to these disciples. , this group of people is really difficult to serve. They can't do it even if their opponents are strong, and they can't do it even if they are weak.

Then, he turned around and saw Chen Lang appearing, and was obviously stunned for a moment.

Chen Lang ignored him, looked at the group of disciples opposite, and mocked directly:

"Come on, I have a hidden weapon on me, and my methods are ruthless. Even if I am locked up today, I will still kill you all."

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