Resurrection of spiritual energy: global bloodline awakening

When Broken Tao heard this, he also nodded, thinking that if he met Li Baiyi, what would it be, it seemed that it would be very difficult to defeat him!

But he is not an easy person, although Li Baiyi is strong, he is also not afraid.

He was also one of the ten peerless geniuses, and although the condensed Jindan level was one grade worse than Li Baiyi Blood Jiuqu and Willow Branch, he did not think that his strength would be weaker than them.

You must know that talent is not equal combat power, high talent can only mean that the upper limit of cultivation can be high, and the speed of cultivation is faster, and some other aspects, but it is not absolute.

A person's strength, in addition to talent, must also be comprehensively reflected from the practice of exercises, cultivation techniques and some other aspects.

In the same cultivation realm, he is not weaker than anyone, and naturally he is not afraid of anyone.

In the next six competitions, all the cultivators who drew the front number lost.

These six games are also very short than when they were trialed, and they all ended quickly, basically without more than 100 moves, and the winners and losers were divided.

Jiang Yi also learned from this that the vast majority of those within the registration number of 5,000 were basically stronger than those after 5,000, after all, the final result of the seven competitions he saw was there.

"Please take the stage to compete with the person who draws the eighty-first!" With the winner of the last match, after getting off the ring, Liu Dong, the referee, stood on the No. 1 ring and shouted loudly.

Seeing this, Jiang Yi said to him: "Come on Broken Brother!"

Broken Tao replied, "No problem! Then

he jumped into the ring, and his opponent also jumped into the ring from the crowd.

Liu Dong saw the two on the stage, so he said to the two of them: "You can't control death, you know!"

Broken Tao and his opponent nodded and replied together, "I know!"

"Good! The contest begins! After speaking, Liu Dong quickly stepped down.

Broken Tao hugged his fist to the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi and saluted: "Broken Empty Gate, Broken Tao!"

The middle-aged man in Qing Yi also hugged his fist and saluted: "Liu family Liu Yang!" After

seeing the ceremony, the two quickly opened the distance, and a large golden knife appeared in Liu Yang's hand, and a knife split Huashan and quickly slashed towards Broken Tao, and the huge knife shadow was as fast as lightning.

Broken Tao didn't look at it squarely, the peach blossom beauty fan in his hand opened, and with a gentle wave, the huge golden knife shadow in front of him was easily fanned away like dust.

At Liu Yang's moment of consternation, Broken Tao swung out another fan, and an aqua-blue tornado appeared out of thin air, moving towards Liu Yang's location extremely quickly.

Seeing this, Liu Yang had to quickly swing his knife, and one after another golden knife shadows split out, all of which were weathered by the tornado and turned invisible, and the aqua-blue tornado hit.

In an instant, Liu Yang was swallowed, the tornado dissipated, and a humanoid ice sculpture appeared.

That's right, Liu Yang's whole person, except for his head, his whole body was completely frozen, and he struggled hard, but he still couldn't break the ice.

Seeing that Broken Tao was about to wave a fan again, he quickly opened his mouth and shouted for mercy: "Broken Prince has been fanned again, I admit defeat!"

Seeing this, Liu Dong, the offstage referee, jumped into the ring, and then shouted directly: "Broken Tao wins!" After

the announcement, the audience cheered.

"The broken son is so handsome!"

"The broken son is invincible!"

Broken Tao was like a son, the peach blossom beauty fan in his hand was closed, and a pair of peach blossom eyes blinked at the many women sitting in the audience, before turning around and slowly walking off the ring.

His tumultuous operation caused a burst of cheers from the women in the audience.

Jiang Yi saw that Broken Tao came back, and said with his hands: "Broken brother is powerful!" Wave two and win quickly, and it's really awesome. Hearing

Jiang Yi's praise, Broken Tao showed joy on his face, and then waved his hand and said: "Brother Jiang is praised, it is only to deal with an ordinary cultivator in the middle of the Golden Pill, it is not worth praise, if you go up, it will definitely be more powerful than me!"

Jiang Yi smiled and did not speak again, sure enough, these ten peerless geniuses, one by one, pretended to be invisible!

The opponent in the middle and late stages of Jindan, one push, two swings, one or two moves to defeat, is not worth praise, which makes him a person who is only in the early stage of Jindan, how to say again.

The game continued, and it was almost noon, and finally it was Jiang Yi's turn to compete in the eighteenth game.

"There is a competition between the number 181 and the number 181 drawn." After Liu Dong announced the name of the winner of the previous round, he stood in the ring and shouted.

Jiang Yi quickly got up when he heard this, and when he saw this, he gave him a firm look and said to him: "Come on Brother Jiang!" "

Hmm!"

After saying that, Jiang Yi also jumped up and stood on the left side of the ring, and the opponent then appeared on the other side of the ring.

"Everyone, look at it! The only descendant of the Nine Monsters Hall took the stage. The people who knew Jiang Yi in the morning shouted loudly.

Listening to his shout, all the fighters around the No. 1 ring immediately brushed and looked at it.

The eyebrows are clear and long, the body is still relatively thin, a black military uniform is not cheap, it seems that it should be a Xuan-level top-grade treasure robe!

Someone sighed, "He is!"

"That's right! It's him, Jiang Yi, Jiang Gongzi. Someone responded and said Jiang Yi's name.

Someone thought for a while and said loudly: "I went to see the registration information, and I remember that this Jiang Yi seems to be in the early stage of Jindan!" And his opponent is Shi Quan of the Green Dragon Sect, a mid-stage physical cultivator! You say between them, who will win this one. Listening

to his revelations, someone said, "I guess Iwaizumi can win!"

Then one by one, they all said, "Me too!" "

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A large group of players standing around, most of them are optimistic that Shi Quan can win, and only a few people believe that the only heir who is valued by the Nine Monsters boss, Jiang Yi, can win.

At this time, there was an audience seat facing Ring No. 1 outside the arena, and the three bigwigs of the Nine Monsters Hall also happened to arrive.

The three of them were: Qing Shirt, Niu Dajiao, and Hua Lang, and when they saw their arrival, someone immediately gave up their seats excitedly, and they sat down with great embarrassment.

Listening to the discussion of the people around him, Niu Dajiao took the lead and asked: "Third brother, sixth sister, you two guess that Xiao Yi can defeat the opponent in a few moves!"

Listening to his question, Qing Shi replied first: "Two moves!"

Hua Liang didn't think much about it, and replied: "Three moves!"

After listening to the guesses given by the two of them, Niu Dajiao couldn't help but smile and said, "I guess a punch!" When

Qing Shi and Hua Liao heard this, they were also unexpected, but they didn't expect Lao Qi to be so confident in Xiao Yi.

They didn't say anything, maybe he, who has been teaching Xiao Yi, knows him better!

They are also just casually guessing, the specific few moves to win, after the fight will be known.

The three began to stare at Ring One.

Niu Dajiao can say a punch so confidently, it is because he first taught Jiang Yi for ten days, how strong he is, no one knows better than him, especially in his physical body and strength.

Niu Dajiao dared to assert with great certainty that in the same realm of the Golden Pill Period of Six Desires City, there was absolutely nothing that could fist to the flesh head-on, rely on the hard and rigid body of the flesh, and defeat Jiang Yi.

The vast majority of the surrounding cultivators were not optimistic about him, and Jiang Yi on the stage naturally heard it, but he didn't care at all.

For him, guessing what is something, is just guessing, everything still depends on strength, relying on fists to speak.