Start practicing from marrying the disfigured princess

The miserable scene of the last match was still vivid in my mind.

On the shore.

The mood of many people had already reached the bottom.

Even so.

They still did not leave, looking at the arena with a little hope in their hearts.

They hoped that Shi Ze, who was the second to play, could avenge Taoist Xuan Cheng.

In the arena.

Shi Ze did not hesitate at all, stimulating the spiritual energy in his body and running the ancestral skills.

In just a few breaths of time.

His breath rose rapidly, and his muscles continued to expand.

The joints made a crackling sound, which sounded extremely terrifying.

When Zhu Yan saw this scene, his eyes condensed slightly, and his expression became serious.

Seeing that Shi Ze's strength was still soaring.

He did not dare to be arrogant anymore, and his leg muscles tightened, and he rushed towards Shi Ze.

He took big steps.

Every time he landed, he left a deep footprint on the ground.

Although the speed was not fast, even the people on the shore could see that his strength was extremely strong!

Facing the enemy rushing towards him.

Little Jing'an Marquis Shi Ze was not in a hurry and still did not make any moves.

Just when Zhu Yan approached him.

He suddenly burst out with extremely powerful momentum all over his body.

There was only a muffled sound.

His body swelled a whole circle.

The bloody appearance of muscles bursting through the skin shocked the people on the shore, and a sense of fear arose for no reason.

Facing Little Jing'an Marquis, Zhu Yan did not dare to despise him anymore, and punched with all his strength.

Boom!

The fist wind made a sound, rolling up the mud on the ground, and rushed towards Shi Ze like a tornado.

"Come on!"

Shi Ze shouted angrily, and then threw a punch.

Bang!

There was a loud noise.

The spiritual energy exploded between the two people, rolling in all directions like a wave.

Zhu Yan's clothes shattered with a sound, and blood oozed from his eyes.

Shi Ze did not hesitate at all, his feet slammed on the ground, turned into a human-shaped beast, and crashed into Zhu Yan.

Bang!

There was another loud noise.

Zhu Yan flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground, splashing a cloud of dust.

"Demon beast, die!"

Shi Ze's eyes were red, and he rushed towards Zhu Yan again.

An extremely powerful force enveloped the entire martial arts training ground.

For the first time, Zhu Yan felt the threat of death, and his pupils shrank rapidly.

In a flash.

His body changed, and in the blink of an eye he turned into a ferocious beast.

The skin was gray and covered with rough dark brown bristles, with small pointed ears and a long pointed mouth.

It turned out to be a fierce wild boar!

Zhu Yan, who was beaten back to his original form, had tense muscles all over his body, and let out a strange howl from his mouth, and fled backwards.

Obviously.

He had realized the gap between himself and Shi Ze, and knew that he could not resist and had to delay time.

Shi Ze did not give him a chance to escape, and rushed up to beat him violently.

"Ahhhhh——"

A miserable cry sounded.

The wild boar that Zhu Yan turned into collapsed on the ground powerlessly.

Both his legs and feet were broken by Shi Ze.

The whole body was covered in blood.

Compared with Taoist Xuancheng, it was not much better.

On the shore.

The onlookers were instantly excited when they saw this scene.

They all showed excitement and cheered loudly.

The originally quiet atmosphere became active again.

After a few breaths.

Zhu Yan collapsed to the ground, unable to move, with only one nostril still breathing.

Seeing this, Shi Ze stood up, grabbed its fangs, dragged it out of the arena like a dead dog, and threw it to Jiuying casually.

The onlookers were even more excited when they saw this scene.

"Good job! They should be beaten up like this!"

"A bunch of bitch-raised monsters dared to run wild in the capital, do you really think there are no heroes in my Great Zhou!"

The shouting continued.

Shi Ze could no longer hear the sound.

He felt that the muscles all over his body were numb, and he wanted to go back, but he couldn't move.

His vitality was also fading away at a very fast speed.

After a few breaths.

He could no longer bear the backlash from the technique, and his body swayed, and he fell heavily to the ground.

On the shore.

The noisy sound stopped abruptly.

The onlookers stared at Shi Ze who fell to the ground, all confused.

"What happened to him? He was fine just now, why did he suddenly fall to the ground?"

"Yes, I was counting on him to continue to beat the monsters in the next game!"

Amid the discussion.

A chivalrous man sighed, "He is dead."

The people around were all shocked: "How could this happen!"

The chivalrous man had a sad face and explained: "The technique he used is called "Dao Fu Tu Jue", which is essentially to overdraw life and gain strength that does not belong to him. When the time is up, the technique backfires, and life comes to an end.

The lineage of Marquis Jing'an has been loyal and brave for generations, and the young Marquis Shi died heroically!"

The people around heard this, and their hearts trembled slightly, and they were all silent.

On the other side.

The same was true for Ren Pingsheng and others.

Although they already knew the result before the competition began.

But seeing the young Marquis Jing'an fall in front of him, he was still grief-stricken.

However.

The current situation did not allow them to be sad.

Soon.

Another person from the demon clan walked out and entered the arena.

According to the original order.

The burly man from the Jianghu sect walked towards the arena without any hesitation.

At the same time.

The melodious voice sounded again.

"The third match, the demon clan Sangjia versus the great Zhou Mengcai!"

Ren Pingsheng and others looked up.

The second person from the demon clan appeared was a young man with a slender figure and an average appearance.

The clothes are simple, but the grooming is very neat.

He looks a bit like a scholar from a poor family.

even.

Arriving at the competition venue.

He also bowed his hands to his opponent and said, "Sangjia, please enlighten me."

Meng Cai was too lazy to pay attention to him and just said coldly: "Today is the day you die!"

Sonja was not annoyed at all, she smiled and then sat down cross-legged.

"what's the situation?!"

Everyone, including Meng Cai, felt their hearts sink when they saw this scene.

An ominous premonition emerged in my heart.

Jiang Chuyue's face was full of surprise and she couldn't help but said: "Is he going to break through again?"

The words just fell.

In the competition arena.

Sangjia's momentum began to rise rapidly, reaching the fourth level in just a few seconds.

The breakthrough speed was several times faster than Zhu Yan’s before!

Before Meng Cai could even react, he had already completed the breakthrough.

"..."

now.

Meng Cai stared blankly at the fourth-grade Sang Jia, his heart suddenly sank to the bottom, and there was only one thought in his mind: "It's over!"

The truth was exactly what he thought.

Even if he exhausted all his life's learning and risked his life.

In the end, he couldn't survive five rounds in Sonja's hands.

"puff--"

A mouthful of blood spurted out.

Meng Cai collapsed to the ground, unable to move.

at this time.

Sonja walked up to him, with a gentle look on her face and a smile on her face: "You have done your best to be able to hold on in my hand despite being in a different realm."

Meng Cai opened his mouth, wanting to say something.

Before he could speak, he spit out another mouthful of blood, his eyes went black, and he lost consciousness.

I don't know why.

Sang Jia did not choose to kill Meng Cai, but just dragged him out of the competition field.

Gentle eyes swept over the bodies of Ren Pingsheng, Bai Ping and others, and with a calm expression on his face, he asked: "Who is next?"

There was silence.

Whether it is within the island in the middle of the lake.

Or the shore.

Everyone was a little confused.

Breakthroughs on the spot are extremely difficult and rare.

It was incredible that Zhu Yan could break through to the fourth level just now.

Sangjia, who was the second to play, was able to break through to the fourth level.

Is it possible that every demon clan that will appear next has the strength to break through to the fourth level?

If that's the case, it's nothing!

this moment.

Including Ren Pingsheng, everyone's hearts were covered with a layer of gloom.

Even the three extraordinary experts, Cheng Daru, Wang Zheng, and Xu Ruxian, had their brows furrowed and their faces heavy.

The people on the shore didn't know what happened. After a brief daze, they started talking again.

"What's going on with these people? Why do they look like paper in front of the demon clan?"

"Exactly! How could the emperor choose such a person to represent the court?"

"In my opinion, our Da Zhou is completely finished! It's rotten from top to bottom!"

in the crowd.

Some monks couldn't stand listening, and used their spiritual energy to angrily scold the people who were criticizing them: "You know nothing! Everyone who can be selected by the emperor is the proud son of our Great Zhou Dynasty. Even under the fifth-level realm, looking at the world, you may not be able to Find someone stronger than them!

Not to mention anything else, the man named Meng Cai from the Great Zhou Dynasty just now is the young master of the Shenyi Sect. He is also a well-known presence in the world. He has never been defeated in competitions with others.

It’s really ridiculous that such a talented person turns out to be worthless in the eyes of you guys! "

Someone wondered loudly: "If it's really like what you said, why can't they last even one stick of incense?"

The monk replied angrily: "That's because all these demon clans are playing tricks! According to the rules of the competition, only those below the fourth level can participate.

But what about them? After playing, he breaks through to the fourth level on the spot. The fifth level faces the fourth level. No matter how strong he is, he can't stop him! "

Argued for a moment.

Most of the people understood the situation on the field.

All of them looked desperate.

Even if they know little about spiritual practice.

But he also knows that after reaching the sixth level and above, every realm is a celestial being.

There is a huge difference in strength between the sixth grade and the fifth grade.

The difference between fifth grade and fourth grade is even greater.

It is almost impossible for a fifth-grade person to win against a fourth-grade person!

"These monsters are really cunning, cunning, shameless, and only use these despicable methods!"

The people watching yelled at the monsters, but there was nothing they could do about them.

after all.

Such are the rules of combat.

It only limits the realm before playing, not the realm after playing.

No matter from which angle you look at it.

It can only be said that they are using the rules reasonably.

On the island in the middle of the lake.

The fourth person to appear was Jiang Chuyue.

Her delicate face was no longer as relaxed as before, and her eyebrows were full of solemnity.

aside.

Ren Pingsheng, who was originally in line to appear, hesitated for a moment, stretched out his hand to stop her, and said in a low voice: "I'll go first."

Jiang Chuyue was slightly startled and immediately refused: "No! Originally..."

"You're going to die if you go up there, there's no point."

Ren Pingsheng said calmly.

Jiang Chuyue said unconvinced: "I'm very powerful!"

Ren Pingsheng glanced at her, then retracted his gaze and said indifferently: "The people behind the demon clan may not be able to break through to the fourth rank. I am stronger than you. I will go on the field first. If you beat him, you will have room to play later."

This statement is well-reasoned and convincing.

Jiang Chuyue listened and fell into silence.

Ren Pingsheng glanced at her, said no more, and stepped forward.

Just then.

The little Taoist priest beside him reached out and grabbed the corner of his clothes: "Mr. Ren, please stay."

Ren Pingsheng stopped and looked at Mu Rou, with a puzzled look in his eyes.

Mu Rou looked gentle and said softly: "Let me go."

"?"

Ren Pingsheng was even more puzzled.

Mu Rou said: "I think I am stronger than Mr. Ren. After going on the field, I will definitely beat him. Mr. Ren will go on the field later and have more room to play."

It's the same as what he said just now.

That's the truth.

Ren Pingsheng was a little dazed.

Why is she so confident as a sickly person?

On second thought.

Since the emperor used her as a trump card, she must have something extraordinary.

Maybe it was true as she said, she was stronger than herself.

After thinking for a few seconds, he asked in a deep voice: "Miss Mu, won't you be the same as the young Marquis of Jing'an..."

Before he finished speaking.

Mu Rou understood his concerns, and a warm current surged in her heart. She chuckled: "Don't worry, Master Ren, I still have some wishes to fulfill, and I won't die easily."

Ren Pingsheng stared straight into her eyes.

Mu Rou looked at him calmly.

From her eyes.

Ren Pingsheng read confidence and calmness.

After thinking for a few seconds.

He just reminded: "If you lose the competition, you can still recover, but it is difficult to revive the dead. Miss Mu, stop while you are ahead, don't risk your life."

"Okay, Master Ren, I promise that I will come back alive."

Mu Rou said with a gentle expression and a smile.

Ren Pingsheng said no more and silently stepped aside.

Mu Rou looked at Sang Jia in the arena and walked up.

Without anyone to support her, she moved like a willow in the wind.

She seemed like she could be blown down by a gust of wind.

The onlookers were all stunned when they saw this scene.

"After waiting for so long, why did they send someone like this to the stage?"

"Looking at her, she could probably be knocked down with one punch. Why did she go on stage? To die?"

"That's right! What on earth was the emperor thinking? Why did he choose a sickly person to represent the court!"

The people were talking about it.

The knowledgeable monks were also a little confused.

Why had they never seen this woman who looked like she could be blown down by the wind before?

Was she really being used as cannon fodder when she went on stage at this time?

Only a small number of people who had visited Mount Longhu recognized her identity and shouted, "I recognize her! She is the little Taoist priest of Mount Longhu!"

However.

After all, only a few people recognized Mu Rou's identity.

These voices were soon drowned out by the crowd.

Everyone looked at Mu Rou entering the arena, and their faces were all extremely heavy.

It seemed that they had already anticipated the result of failure.

At the same time.

The melodious voice sounded again.

"The fourth match, Sang Jia of the demon clan versus Mu Rou of the Great Zhou!"

In the arena.

Sang Jia looked at Mu Rou without any contempt, bowed again, and said with a smile: "I am Sang Jia, please teach me!"

Mu Rou looked at him with a gentle expression, and said softly: "Give me a peach, and I will return a plum. You just saved Meng Cai's life, and I will not kill you later..."

The last word has not fallen yet.

A breeze blew.

She suddenly frowned, covered her mouth with one hand, covered her chest with the other hand, and started coughing violently.

"Cough cough cough cough——"