"Win! He turned defeat into victory! With the best magic weapon, the flying sword, the next competition will definitely be like a tiger! How great would it be if one day I could get such a magic weapon!"

When he heard Jiang Yuxi on the ring, he said something about admitting defeat with a very ugly expression. Many of the monks standing around watching the mountain roads exclaimed.

The one who exclaimed the most was of course the disciples of Qiankun Dao Sect.

"What's the plot?"

Seeing that Tie Zhongyuan turned defeat into victory and seeing the old man with a very satisfied smile from the elder again, Lin Jiutian kept muttering in his heart.

According to the rules of the seven sect competitions, winning the first cultivator in the late stage of the Golden Pill can not only bring honor to the sect, but also bring generous rewards to themselves.

And one of the rewards for this competition is a mature Qilin fruit.

Once the Qilin Fruit was involved, Lin Jiutian had to doubt the old guy's real purpose.

Lin Jiutian didn't believe that the old guy Long improved the cultivation level of the Iron Central Plains and gave the Iron Central Plains the best magic weapon, flying sword, was really for the honor of the Qiankun Dao Sect.

"Congratulations to fellow Daoist Long and to fellow Daoist Long, I really didn't expect that a late-stage Jindan cultivator of your sect would have such great luck. The best magic weapon, flying sword, even the old guys were jealous of us."

Seeing that the ten late-stage cultivators of the Jindan stage were almost wiped out, the great elder of the Yuzhe Sect, Zhu Wuxin's face looked very ugly.

But no matter how ugly it is, when he saw Tie Zhongyuan win like this, he still sincerely congratulated Brother Long.

"Haha, chance, this is just the opportunity for the disciples of the sect. I have already prepared to be the last one for ten thousand years, and I really didn't expect such a big surprise."

He glanced at the ugly face of the elder of the Qi Sect with his eyes. Brother Long happily thanked Chun Wuxin's compliment.

"snort!"

Listening to the reciprocity of Brother Long and Chu Wuxin as if no one else was around, the face of the Great Elder of the Qi Sect became even more gloomy.

Although he had no hope that Jiang Yuxi would win the late Golden Pill first, he did not expect that Jiang Yuxi would lose so quickly.

"The best magic weapon flying sword! Iron Central Plains! It's really a good opponent! I hope you don't let me down!"

In the thirty-five arenas, of course, the first one to win was Chen Yuxiang, the Haoyu Shenzong, who was on the first ring.

After winning, he focused on other competitions on the arenas.

Before Iron Zhongyuan took out the best magic weapon flying sword, he also believed that Iron Zhongyuan would definitely lose.

But in the end, the ending changed.

Looking at the cheerful but not exaggerated Tie Zhongyuan, Chen Yuxiang knew that the two of them would definitely meet in the next competition.

"Qiankun Dao Sect, the Iron Central Plains are victorious!"

"After one stick of incense!"

"The thirty-five monks on the ring will conduct a new round of competitions. Please hurry up and recover!"

"Thirty-five. One-on-one battle! Then, one of you will be bye!"

"Start now!"

"Boom boom boom"

As the words fell, the thirty-five rings floating above the square quickly rotated.

While spinning, thirty-five rings also shot out dazzling columns of light.

These light columns were buzzing each other in the air.

"Look, the rings are actually connected!"

"Ah! The monk from Qiankun Dao Sect who possesses the best magic weapon, Flying Sword, is really lucky! Look, the arena where he is not attacked!"

"Damn! It's actually a bye!"

The light columns blasted each other, and some of them were strangely compatible after the bombardment.

Under the fusion of each other, two unrelated arenas actually connected to each other.

After connecting, not only did the area of ​​the ring double, but the range of the defensive light shield on the ring doubled.

In other words, there are only twenty-eight rings left on the square!

Above twenty-seven seats, there are monks confronting each other!

And the remaining one was only the Tie Zhongyuan showing a strong smile.

"Haoyu Shenzong, Chen Yuxiang."

"Qiankun Dao Sect, madness is undefeated."

Just as countless onlookers were constantly sighing, Chen Yuxiang, who had a slightly complicated expression, had already faced the undefeated crazy thing of the Qiankun Dao Sect, who was also in the late stage of the Jindan.

Crazy and unbeaten. His face was full of arrogance and his body was tall, powerful and extremely heavy.

If it is not comparable to cultivation, then the crazy undefeated will definitely be able to kill an elephant with its weight.

A stick of incense floated by very quickly.

"Boom boom boom!"

Over the floating square, twenty-eight rings emitted light columns and blasted against each other again.

After a roar, there were only four larger arenas left in the square!

Among the fourteen bigger arenas, there is only three-quarters of the other arenas.

Tie Zhongyuan was standing on the arena with a smile on his face and looking at his opponent. He was actually another cultivator from the Artifact Sect.

The cultivators of the Qi Sect originally relied on the power of magic weapons to defeat others, but only a bitter smile remained in front of the Iron Central Plains.

The bigger the arena, the greater the space for the monk to dodge.

The ring is not that big, so the attack from the Iron Central Plains will appear extremely sharp.

In order to save time to recover from meditation, Iron Central Plains attacked the late-stage Jindan monk from the Qi Sect even more crazily.

He could not break the defensive light shield and escape, and could not use the attack talismans in the Nascent Soul stage to attack. The large number of attack talismans used in the late stage of the foundation building were also blocked by the large number of attack talismans used by Tie Zhongyuan. The magic weapon flying sword in his hand could not stop the attack of the top-grade magic weapon flying sword. The only cultivator who was still on the ring really wanted to squirt blood and die.

With just half a stick of incense, Iron Zhongyuan undoubtedly defeated his opponent.

"Qiankun Dao Sect, the Iron Central Plains are victorious!"

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"Haoyu Shenzong, Chen Yuxiang wins!"

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"Each person has a stick of incense to rest, and the next one will be a more intense battle! The winner will enter the top seven! The top seven will all have certain rewards!"

"As for the ranking of these seven monks, the time spent in the competition is assisted to determine, rather than the loser continuing to fight!"

"Boom boom boom!"

As all the monks onlookers expected, after another roar, there were only seven arenas left on the empty square!

The ring standing at Tiezhongyuan is obviously as small as other rings.

Through the first three competitions, almost all the onlookers knew the strength of the monks left on the field.

To be honest, there is no big difference between the strength of these monks at the moment.

It is not that easy to say who wins and who loses.

Winning is expected, while defeat is also unexpected!

Anyone who wants to win must do his best!

Even Tie Zhongyuan, holding the best magic weapon, Flying Sword, was looking at his opponent, Long Yuxuan from Haoyu Shenzong!

In Long Yuxuan's hand, Hao Ran locked several attack talismans in the mid-stage Jindan!!!
Chapter completed!