"Dear disciples of the Black Tiger Gang, today is the annual event of the Black Tiger Gang, and you are the cornerstone of the Black Tiger Gang. Because of you, the Black Tiger Gang can stand firm. You are all the best monks. I also hope that you can show your best side to participate in this competition. Let's start the competition!"

The elder of the outer sect manager did not make a long statement, but just said a few words and then ended up. Then some elders in the gang started shouting numbers, and all those who were called to the numbers would start a competition soon.

Those disciples from the outer sect who were called were all assigned to a relatively large stone platform, which was used for competition. However, they could not stand on the stone platform, but fly in the air to compete, but could not fly out of the range of the stone platform, otherwise they would be sentenced to lose.

Zhao Hai really has no interest in the battle between outer disciples. Among these outer disciples, only a few of them will gain some faith power because of adventure, and those faith power is very small, which greatly restricts the development of these outer disciples. Their strength is not much different from the masters in the Tribulation and God-Distraction Stages in the cultivator world, but they are just better magic weapons.

After watching for a while, Zhao Hai completely lost interest. He sat there, constantly studying the jade slip of the formation that Zhang Hao gave him in his mind.

There are many magic arrays in this array map, and just as Zhao Hai thought before, the development of magic arrays in the cultivation world is more advanced than in the cultivator world, and the power of magic arrays is greater.

Zhao Hai can now turn these magic arrays into physical magic arrays, so Zhao Hai simply used this period of time to study those magic arrays carefully. It is much better than watching those people get bored.

The outer disciples of the Heihu Gang are also divided into gangs. Many people will sit together and discuss the outcome of their own battles. Compared with those who are ganging together, Zhao Hai seems very deserted because there are no people he knows, and no one knows him here. But some people around him will look at him curiously, and no one will pay attention to him.

The battle between outer disciples is limited by time, and the maximum length must not exceed one hour. If the winner has not been decided in one hour, the referee will determine the winner of the two.

However, all the competitions of outer disciples usually end in an hour, because these outer disciples dare not put their treasures on those referees. Those referees are just some elders in the gang who have no real power. If they are their opponents and give those guys some benefits, they will obviously win, but the referee will have to give the opponent a victory. Wouldn't that be a loss?

It is precisely because of this that the competition between outer disciples is usually very fast, and most of them will not be decided in more than a quarter of an hour. Even if they play for a longer period of time, they will not wait for an hour. It is guaranteed to end the battle within an hour, and the winner will be clear at a glance.

So the competition was still very fast. One group of competitions was not often over, and the next group was immediately carried out, and Zhao Hai's competition happened to be waiting for five groups.

When the referee shouted Zhao Hai's number, Zhao Hai immediately stood up and appeared on the stone platform as soon as he arrived at the stone platform. As soon as he arrived at the stone platform, a monk immediately flew up. The monk looked about twenty years old and was very handsome. He was wearing a white monk's uniform. He really felt like he was in the wind.

However, Zhao Hai was wearing a black monk suit. With his ordinary appearance, he also restrained his momentum with all his heart, so he looked extremely ordinary and not at all. When the two stood together, there was really a difference between a bright moon and a firefly. Of course, the other party was a bright moon, while Zhao Hai was a firefly.

The monk glanced at Zhao Hai, with a look of contempt flashing in his eyes, and snorted coldly: "Junior brother, if you admit defeat, I will let you go and not hurt you. What do you think?"

Zhao Hai looked at the man interestingly, and he realized that the good man seemed to be good. According to the monk area, he was a strong man in the divine stage, and he was a relatively high-level person. According to the cultivation world, he was a cultivator in the divine refining stage, but he was about to advance to the foundation-building stage. Such a person can indeed be regarded as a little master among the outer disciples.

Zhao Hai smiled at the white-clothed monk and said, "Senior Brother, the competition is a test of a monk's cultivation level. Winning and losing are not that important. Since I come to participate in this competition, it is always necessary to compete. Please ask the senior brother to take action."

When the monk heard Zhao Hai say this, he couldn't help but snort coldly, "Sweet words, overestimate one's ability!" After saying that, he waved his hand and appeared in his hand. Then he pinched the magic tricks and said in a deep voice: "Scream!" After saying that, the fan suddenly waved forward, and a series of green wind blades slashed directly from Zhao Hai.

Although this is just a very ordinary wind blade, the speed of this wind blade is extremely fast, and the wind blade is shiny and has become a physical body. Such an attack is definitely not comparable to that of an ordinary wind blade.

Zhao Hai moved and flew into the air. At the same time, with a wave of his hand, thousands of flying swords appeared around him. In an instant, the sword formation of stars and thousands of changes appeared around Zhao Hai.

This time, the Stars and Changes Sword Formation used by Zhao Hai was not a three-dimensional sword formation, nor did it add the power of faith, and it was only a thousand hands. But even so, his Stars and Changes Sword Formation was already very powerful.

Just as Zhao Hai's sword formation was set up, he felt a gust of wind coming. He turned his head and found that it was the wind blades that had just attacked him. Now the wind blades had turned and attacked him again, and the speed was extremely fast.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! However, now that Zhao Hai's sword formation is in full swing, he no longer has to worry about anything. As soon as those wind blades entered the range of the sword formation, they were stopped by the flying sword. After a few sounds, the wind blades were blocked by the flying sword.

However, those wind blades did not stop because of this, and attacked Zhao Hai in a circle. The wind blades could actually track them.

Unfortunately, Zhao Hai's Star Change Sword Formation is not a vegetarian, and the wind blades have no way to break through Zhao Hai's sword formation. At this time, the white-clothed monk also reacted. He glanced at Zhao Hai, snorted coldly, and waved the fan in his hand, and more wind blades flew out of the fan and attacked Zhao Hai.

The magic weapon used by the white-clothed monk is called the flow fan, which is a very powerful magic weapon. This flow fan can continuously launch wind blades like a physical body. These wind blades are very fast and have strong attack power. They can automatically track the target without his spiritual control. Among the low-level monks, it is considered a very powerful magic weapon. It is precisely because of this flow fan that the white-clothed monk is so arrogant.

Zhao Hai has tried it. The first blow of the wind blade fired from this streaming fan is equivalent to a casual blow from a powerful man in the divine stage, and the power is amazing.

However, Zhao Hai did not take it seriously. Attacks like this were useless to him. He was already controlling the power of the flying sword. If the power of the flying sword was fully opened, the white-clothed monk would have been defeated long ago.

The white-clothed monk attacked Zhao Hai dozens of fans, and there were hundreds of wind blades surrounding Zhao Hai, but he still couldn't break through Zhao Hai's sword formation. More than twenty minutes had passed. If this continued, it would be delayed for an hour. The white-clothed monk naturally didn't want this to happen. He turned his hand and a gourd-like magic weapon appeared in his hand. He looked at the gourd magic weapon with a painful face, then turned his head and looked at Zhao Hai, with a fierce expression, gritted his teeth, gently shook the gourd, and shouted: "Empty all the yellow sand, the golden sand will appear, the golden magic covers the sun, shout!" After saying that, he aimed the gourd at Zhao Hai.

He saw a large amount of golden sand suddenly flying out of the gourd, covering it straight towards Zhao Hai. When Zhao Hai saw this situation, his face changed slightly. Then he pinched the magic tricks and shouted in a deep voice: "The stars change, the stars change, shout!" After that, he saw a dazzling golden light burst out with Zhao Hai's sword formation as the center. The golden light was very bright, just like Zhao Hai's place had turned into a small sun, which made everyone's eyes hurt greatly. He couldn't help but scream and closed his eyes.

However, the golden light flashed and disappeared. After a while, the eyes of the monks returned to normal. However, when their eyes were abnormal, they also used their mental power to notice the battle between Zhao Hai and the monk in white. The monk in white lost.

Although his golden sand is very powerful, it was blocked by the star transformation in Zhao Hai's Star Change Sword Formation. Moreover, Zhao Hai also called the white-clothed monk's eyes flashing. When he was lost, he used the flying sword's sword tip to press the white-clothed monk's neck, and he could take his life at any time.

When the white-clothed monk reacted, he found that he had been pushed to his throat by Zhao Hai's flying sword. He couldn't help but change his face and looked at Zhao Hai with a ferocious face. He didn't expect that he would lose. This time, he was very sufficient than he prepared. Not only did he spend a lot of money to ask him to refine the magic weapon of the flow fan, but he also risked huge danger to make this golden sand gourd. He thought that this would allow him to upgrade to an inner disciple smoothly, but he did not expect that he would be defeated by Zhao Hai in the first round. How could he feel?

However, the referee elder didn't care so much. Even if he wanted to help the white-clothed monk, he wouldn't be able to cheat in front of so many people, so he could only shout loudly: "This game Zhao Hai wins." When Zhao Hai heard the referee say it, he waved his hand and pulled away his sword, bowed at the white-clothed monk, flashed and returned to his seat, and closed his eyes.

The monk in white looked at Zhao Hai fiercely. If his eyes could spit out fire, Zhao Hai would probably have only ashes left.

Zhao Hai also noticed his eyes, but he didn't take it seriously. He was ruthless many times and didn't care about him this time. To be precise, he was not afraid of that person. If the monk really came to cause trouble for him, he wouldn't be willing to kill that guy.
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