Xiao Ziji had just returned and was already assigned to fight. This made him feel very excited.
Ye Xingchen was not interested at all and was about to take a bath.
"Xingchen." Jun Changxiao shouted, "You will fight in the fourth round. Let me see how much your strength has improved after this wilderness training."
Damn it!
You want me to fight with a little brat!
Although he was unwilling, he still stopped and looked at the Star Cloud Sect disciple. His gaze was filled with the strong disdain of a Martial Emperor.
Song Cai glanced at the two and said lightly, "Sect Leader Jun, your two disciples look very tired. Isn't it a little too casual to send them?"
"It's very casual," Jun Changxiao said.
This tone, this meaning.
It was as if he did not take the Star Cloud Sect seriously at all.
"You …" Song Cai suppressed his anger and said lightly, "If Sect Leader Jun doesn't feel that the Star Cloud Sect is bullying you, you can send them to fight."
Haha.
This must be what he wanted.
…
Xiao Ziji did not even change his school uniform. He dragged his dirty body and stood on the training field. He cupped his hands and said, "Xiao Ziji."
The Star Cloud Sect disciple looked at him and said, "So you are the champion of the Inter-Sect Tournament."
Then, he cupped his hands in disdain and said, "Zhang Ye."
In his opinion, this guy who did not open his meridians was very lucky to win the championship. If he participated, he would definitely beat him to a pulp.
Not to mention, in the Inter-Sect Tournament, with Xiao Ziji's strength, facing a Rank Four Martial Disciple would be a tragedy.
But now …
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! "
After the fight began, the Star Cloud Sect disciple called Zhang Ye was beaten by Xiao Ziji's strong body and strength. He was spinning around in the training field dizzily.
At this time, if the sound system was turned on, it would be very appropriate with a cat meowing song.
"Plop!"
Zhang Ye spun around for a while and fell to the ground, foaming at the mouth.
As for the arrogant and disdainful expression just now, it was destined to be replaced by a dead fish face for a long time because of the beating.
"Ding! Disciple beat Star Cloud Sect disciple 35. "
"Not bad, not bad."
Jun Changxiao said with satisfaction, "After this experience, the improvement is very obvious."
After dealing with his opponent, Xiao Ziji walked out of the training grounds and said, "Sect Leader, I'm going to take a bath."
"Go, go," Jun Changxiao said.
Song Cai was dumbfounded.
The disciple participating in the battle was a fourth grade Martial Disciple. From the aura of the Iron Bone disciple, it seemed that he was only at the sixth stage of the Channel Opening Realm.
Xiao Ziji's cultivation was weak. However, ever since he opened his meridians, he was able to gather spirit energy in his body. Coupled with his highly tempered body, his combat strength had definitely skyrocketed.
Fourth Grade Martial Disciple.
Sorry, it's just a punching bag.
They had lost three out of five matches. This time, the Nebula Sect, which was ordered by Alliance Master Qin to challenge the sect, had lost their face in front of Iron Bone.
Jun Changxiao said, "Elder Song, do you still want to spar?"
"Spar!" Song Cai said solemnly.
They had already lost, but if they could win the next two matches and make it 2: 3, they could at least regain some face!
"Xingchen, go on stage," Jun Changxiao said.
Ye Xingchen snorted coldly and walked onto the training grounds. He pointed at the fifth grade Martial Disciple who was supposed to be the last to fight and said disdainfully, "You, get up here."
He directly chose the strongest. Brother Chen was very social.
The Nebula Sect disciple who was pointed at glanced at Song Cai and walked onto the training grounds after receiving instructions. He looked at Ye Xingchen with a strong sense of disdain.
He was the strongest among the five disciples brought by Song Cai. To be able to break through to the fifth grade Martial Disciple before the age of twenty, he indeed had the qualifications to look down on others.
However.
He looked down on Su Xiaomo and Tian Qi. It was not a problem. However, the person he looked down on was one of the Ten Great Martial Emperors, the Night Emperor!
This was a big problem!
Ye Xingchen, who was not interested in the battle between brats, saw the contempt and disdain in his eyes. His entire face immediately darkened.
He clenched his fists and said coldly, "Kid, I will make you suffer."
"Peng!"
The Nebula Sect disciple bent his arms and clenched his fists. A wave of Qi burst out and instantly tore his shirt, revealing a gaudy tattoo. It could be said that he was incomparably fierce.
Jun Changxiao shook his head and said, "You didn't tear your pants. Bad. Untattooed Peppa Pig. Bad."
"Tsk." Ye Xingchen was disdainful.
Song Cai said indifferently, "Sect Leader Jun, this disciple of mine is proficient in thirty-two saber techniques. I wonder if we can use weapons in the battle?"
"Yes," Jun Changxiao said.
Ye Xingchen's mouth twitched.
Facing a fifth grade Martial Disciple with a weapon, this … should at least give me a weapon to fight, right?
Unfortunately.
Jun Changxiao did not intend to give him a weapon. Instead, he clasped his fingers and said, "This disciple of mine is proficient in seventy-two grappling techniques. He has always fought with his bare hands."
Ye Xingchen's expression suddenly became interesting.
The Nebula Sect disciple waved his hand and summoned his treasured saber from his spatial ring.
The saber was not long and was similar to a watermelon knife. However, the blade shone brightly. It looked very sharp!
"Liu Kunlong." He reported his name.
Ye Xingchen did not report his name. Instead, he was thinking about how he should deal with a fifth grade Martial Disciple with a weapon with his bare hands.
"Shua! Shua! Shua! "
At this moment, Liu Kunlong waved his saber. The saber shadows surrounded his body. Then, he raised his saber with one hand and stood in a golden rooster stance.
He was indeed proficient in thirty-two saber techniques. What a professional!
"Good!"
Jun Changxiao clapped his hands.
"Clap clap clap!"
The disciples behind him also clapped as if they were watching that guy perform a saber show.
Liu Kunlong said indifferently, "If you don't report your name, then I will use my saber."
"Trash." Ye Xingchen said indifferently.
"Shua!" At this moment, Liu Kunlong took a step forward and waved his saber crazily. In an instant, dense saber shadows were intertwined. It looked very scary.
Ye Xingchen retreated step by step, avoiding the saber intent that swept towards him. At the same time, he was looking for his opponent's weakness.
The improvement of his Spiritual Root and his cultivation level reaching Stage 12 made him more compatible with his body. Not only could he catch the saber shadows, but he could also dodge them in advance.
However, once the opponent's thirty-two saber techniques were used, not only did it form an attack, but it also protected his body. It was difficult to find a weakness to counterattack.
"Shua! Shua! "
Liu Kunlong's saber momentum increased and more saber shadows appeared!
Ye Xingchen realized that if he could not finish him off in the shortest time possible, once he was surrounded by an inescapable net of attacks, he could only be attacked passively.
Damn it!
A mere fifth grade Martial Disciple was enough to make this Emperor feel helpless?
Ye Xingchen's anger rose. The little bit of domineering aura that he had just recovered burst out instantly.
"Huff huff!"
The aura spread out invisibly.
Liu Kunlong, who was using his saber technique, was enveloped by the aura. He suddenly stopped, his eyes filled with fear.
At that moment, his soul seemed to have fallen into hell. His heart suffered endless torment. His hand went limp and the saber he was holding fell to the ground with a clang.
This kind of terrifying aura that came from a Martial Emperor's oppression disappeared in a flash. When Liu Kunlong regained his senses and realized that the saber had fallen, he saw that Ye Xingchen had already raised his waist, holding the saber in his hand!
"Brat."
Night Emperor said coldly, "You can't even hold a saber, and you dare to use your saber technique in front of me?"
"Shua!"
As he spoke, he swung his saber.
"Puchi —"
A deep saber mark appeared on Liu Kunlong's chest. Blood gushed out.
"You …" His face became ferocious.
Ye Xingchen stepped forward and said coldly, "Today, I will let you know that sabers are used to cut people, not for juggling."
"Shua!"
The saber slashed down again. Blood splattered.
Another saber mark appeared on Liu Kunlong's chest. He endured the pain and hurriedly turned around to run.
Ye Xingchen chased after him with large strides. He raised his saber and slashed down!
"Puchi! Puchi! "
One slash, two slashes, three slashes …
Poor Liu Kunlong. His equipment was picked up by Ye Xingchen and counterattacked. In the end, he lay on the ground covered in blood.
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