November 20, 2017

The third part of the Qingyun Competition arena. There is no ads on your mobile phone. It saves the most traffic.

Li Xinyu finally walked onto the ring with the martyrs' attitude of waiting for death, ready to face his only competition on the Qingyun Grand Competition.

Due to too many contestants in the qualifiers, so far they are single-elimination system unless both players show extremely high competitive levels in a certain game, and the referees agree that they can make an exception to the loser.

But Li Xinyu really doesn't feel that he has the opportunity to show his competitive level in front of Wang Jiu... Others may also have doubts about Wang Jiu's true strength, but Li Xinyu knows very well, what is the origin of Sister Wan Qing's miniskirt!

Even the arrogant Li Wanqing was tortured by him. Can Li Xinyu take the ball?!

So, why did I meet Wang Jiu?

With a hint of sadness and anger, Li Xinyu stood on the ring and looked at Wang Jiu, and found that he had no intention of letting go...

While complaining about why he was not a beautiful girl, Li Xinyu made up his mind that even if he lost, he would at least lose vigorously. No matter whether he was in one move or two moves after the war started, it was impossible to fully demonstrate himself, but at least he could explode with all his strength, which was considered a dying struggle.

As the referee quickly announced the start of the game, Li Xinyu released all his true energy immediately. The true energy cultivation of Yunyong Realm surged, like a surging wave in his body, running endlessly. As the true energy rises with the wind, clouds surging, Li Xinyu also formed a misty cloud outside his body, which attracted cheers from the audience on the sidelines.

"good……"

Then Li Xinyu's eyes went dark and he didn't know the situation.

At the same time, Wang Jiu quickly took back the body of the Divine Sword, looked at Li Xinyu who was lying on the ground, and expressed satisfaction with the progress of his sword world reconstruction.

Seeing through his true energy walking path and predicting the flaw points, these are not difficult, they can only be considered basic skills, but they cross dozens of feet at an extremely fast speed and hit a close life. This requires enough motivation. If it were a month or two ago, Wang Jiu would not be so clean and neat.

During this period, with the help of the Li family's resources and the company's resources, we have continuously repaired the sword world, and the results are quite gratifying.

As Wang Jiu put his sword in, the audience's cheers came to the subsequent part.

“…It’s disgusting!”

"It's really, it's so disgusting!"

"The fat man actually sweats fog on the field. He is so vulgar and misty!"

"Does he have basic common sense? The sweat secreted by humans are basically the same as urine. He actually released that kind of dirty thing in public!"

"Hey, this is too much. Those handsome guys will sweat even if they fight fiercely. Isn't there any more saying in our girls' home that is called sweating profusely?"

"Can a fat man be the same as others? He is so fat, and he is also sweating profusely?!"

With the audience's one-sided condemnation, the fog of true energy released by Li Xinyu with all his might was also stigmatized and did not attract half of his admirers at all.

Fortunately, he was knocked out by Wang Jiu's sword and was completely unaware of what happened later. He didn't know that he had tried his best to change his appearance, and changed his identity as a pseudonym. He was ruined in the blink of an eye...

In a sense, Li Wanqing's initial evaluation was very pertinent. There were so many spectators in the Qingyun Competition qualifiers, and there were really not many people watching the game...

After defeating Li Xinyu, Wang Jiu successfully advanced to the next round and continued to maintain the crushing advantage he showed, directly killing his opponent with lightning-like actions. After three consecutive wins, Wang Jiu has attracted the focus of the referee team. After confirming that he is the mysterious guest official in the Li family compound, Wang Jiu did not encounter any ants and miscellaneous soldiers again. He took the rounds many times in a row and waited in the rest area for half an hour before being arranged for the next game.

This time I encountered a heavyweight opponent. As long as I win again and establish a relatively obvious advantage, I can advance directly to the main competition. There is no need to waste the next day.

But this time the heavyweight opponent is a slightly familiar face.

A short and fat man who kept wiping his sweat with a handkerchief and smiling at everyone with a cheap and miserable face.

Wang Jiu remembered it very clearly that after following Yu Zishen into the VIP box in the morning, the second battle he saw was him and a tall and thin man. As a result, he won by a short and fat man, and the female audience ended up cursing.

The short and fat man should be named Luo Jia. After winning the first battle, he won seven consecutive games. Every time he met, he would kill him in seconds. The opponent's strength ranged from the early stage of Fengqi Realm to the early stage of Yunyong Realm. There were sword cultivators who were good at melee combat, magic cultivators who were good at group battles, and very rare ghost cultivators! However, no matter how the opponent changes, no one could escape Luo Jia's meeting kill.

Although these eight consecutive victories are not extremely valuable, they are enough to reflect Luo Jia's strong strength. They are currently hailed as the top three in the qualifiers stage. They are above the average level in the main competition circle, and can be regarded as a dark horse mixed with water.

It’s a pity that he has never seen a duel with a heavyweight figure. If he meets a strong enemy, he can still win. This short and fat guy, Luo Jia, has a bit of the style of the last champion Li Tingshu.

Of course, this Qingyun Competition is extremely high in specifications. The three major families have already put out their pension budgets to win the championship. It is almost impossible for ordinary casual cultivators to copy Li Tingshu's miracle...

It depends on how far Luo Jia can go.

Although judging from the reaction of the audience, the earlier this guy stepped down, the better. Every time his game he would get criticism and curses from the audience, Fatty Luo still seemed to enjoy it... It made the referee and the staff feel a little disgusted.

On the other hand, after seeing Wang Jiu walk into the sub-court, the flattering smile of the short and fat man Luo Jia suddenly condensed on his face, and a strange light flashed across his two squinting eyes.

And when the two of them walked onto the ring at the same time and were about to start the war, the short and fat man Luo Jia sighed: "We two have such bad luck."

Wang Jiuqi said: "What do you say?"

"I'm so lucky that I'll meet you." Luo Jia said, pointing at Wang Jiu, "Girls only value your face, but I know that your strength is unfathomable."

"Then." Luo Jia pointed at himself again, "You are not lucky enough to meet me. Because I am also unfathomable."

After saying that, Luo Jia grinned, but saw that his mouth became bigger and bigger, and soon it broke all the way to his ears, showing a terrifying picture.

The short and fat man stretched out his hands, grabbed his upper and lower lips at the same time, and tore it hard, just like when slaughtering a livestock, peeling off his entire human skin!

In the audience, even though the girl screamed constantly and had a weaker psychological tolerance, she fainted directly.

However, on the other side, the two referees on the referee's bench showed a solemn look.

The content exposed under this human skin... is really shocking.

There are no short and fat people anymore, only a thin and hunched figure, deformed and curved spine, and wrinkled face, a monster.

"Hehe, isn't it very good? After taking off that ugly human skin, this is my true face."

The hunchbacked monster let out a hoarse laugh, and saw that what could barely be called the head, the connecting part with his torso was full of rotten and thick sores. The sound came out directly from the gaps in the flesh, making people listen and just want to vomit.

What's even more terrifying is that the thin human-shaped monster is filled with more deformed creatures. Behind it is a gray spider with a head-sized hair, two blood-red snakes wrapped around its legs, toads lying on their hands and backs, and scorpions appear in their messy hair...

"Five Poisons!?"

"No, although the Five Poisons Sect likes to study poisons, there has never been such an evil thing. This is simply the poisonous man from that time!"

"How can you let such evil ways get into the arena?!"

Just as the two referees were about to enter the field to interfere, Luo Jia hissed a few times: "Gu Poison Man? Why do you compare me with that kind of inferior thing! It's really ridiculous. Qingyun Competition is known as the top in the mainland, but the person who serves as the referee seems to be just an inexplicable parallel product."

"What did you say?!"

"Provoke the referee, you are so bold!"

Just as the two referees were about to enter the court to cancel Luo Jia's game, Wang Jiu suddenly spoke.

"Toxic Eating?"

Luo Jia's face changed: "Do you know?"

"Of course I know that this bloodline magical power is quite distinctive." Wang Jiu smiled. "In the early days, he strengthened the body by taking poison. After breaking the wind barrier, he used the characteristics of the true essence to cultivate poison sacs in the body to replenish the poison. If it goes well, he can cultivate natal poisons with bloodline magical powers, and then further extract the toxins to strengthen the body, forming a positive cycle. Although it seems strange and vicious, the original intention is similar to the Zen Buddhist eagle feeding with the body and nourishing toxins with its own flesh and blood essence. It is a dignified magical skill."

Luo Jia only heard the face gloomy and calm. After a while, he asked in a muffled voice: "Do you really know?"

"I originally had limited understanding, but I happened to have a friend who likes to practice bloodline magical powers. He has collected widely the world's well-known bloodline magical powers, including the poison-eating skills. However, your practice is not ideal. The poison-eating skills only take the essence of toxins, and suppress their backlash. It is obvious that your toxin backlash is not suppressed, causing the body to be deformed..."

"Stop!" Luo Jia looked angry, "The body is transformed? It's ridiculous. I thought you really understood it, but I didn't expect that I was an ignorant person who judged people by their appearance. If you think I was not ideal in my practice, then let's try my unsatisfactory poison-eating skills!"

After saying that, Luo Jia even started to release his true energy with all his strength before the referee announced the start of the game. The five poisons outside the body were stimulated at the same time, and each became manic, injecting a fatal poison into Luo Jia's body.

On the other side, Wang Jiu looked at Luo Jia's performance, shook his head, and stepped forward, and the white sword was as bright as light.

The next moment, Luo Jia fell silently to the ground. The manic five poisons on his body lost command and were about to backfire, but the white sword was beaten on the ground, causing thin ripples to shook all the five poisons.
Chapter completed!