Dressed as Jackie Chan Aotian, countless big guys are vying to be my dog ​​licker

"How offended." As soon as Xie Wangyan jumped onto the competition stage, someone said with a cup of his hand.

Xie Wangyan raised his head and found that the monk standing opposite him was very unfamiliar. He had not met him when he held a banquet in Sang Wuming's city lord's palace that day.

He was wearing coarse linen clothes and had an ordinary face that was forgettable. He held a big knife in his hand, but it collided with Xie Wangyan's weapon.

"I wonder where this fellow Taoist learned from?" the man said politely.

"I don't have a master." Xie Wangyan said directly, "...I was picked up by the young master."

The man just smiled when he saw this, and then as soon as the signal for the competition was sent out, he couldn't wait to attack Xie Wangyan directly.

This person was extremely fast and had ghostly movement skills, but he seemed to be suppressing something and acted extremely cautiously. His several attacks against Xie Wangyan could only be described as small fights.

Xie Wangyan could even tell that although this person seemed to have great sword skills at first glance, he was not particularly proficient - he had already guessed the person's identity in an instant.

This person is probably a hidden disciple of the Jin family.

Seeing this, Xie Huanyan no longer hesitated. Holding the magic formula, he stepped forward and drew the sword from behind.

Countless sparks instantly appeared on the blade, and with the blessing of his sword skills, these sparks directly gathered into a deadly red lotus, which spread over the man's head. The petals of the red lotus fell and directly formed a cage of fire, trapping the man. .

Once the blow was successful, he was not greedy and simply stepped back.

And he only heard a sneer from the man, and then the long knife broke through the fire, and the monk's figure appeared directly in front of Xie Wangyan.

There was fighting spirit in his eyes, but maybe he remembered something, but in the end he just suppressed the smile on his lips.

Then he pretended to be invincible and was instantly eroded by the fire.

When the firelight disappeared, Xie Wangyan only saw the monk whose clothes had become a little tattered and there were some small wounds on his face.

"I won." Xie Wangyan said deliberately.

Then he looked at the monk in front of him with some disdain and ridicule in his eyes, seeming to be secretly laughing at his overestimation of his abilities.

"Of course the girl won."

The monk said.

Xie Wangyan saw him handing over his hands and about to leave, and immediately said, "...Do you have any magic weapon?" He asked as if he didn't understand, "Why are there no signs of injury on your body?"

The man turned his head, his eyes seemed to be filled with poison.

But he seemed to remember the purpose of his trip, so he barely maintained the expression on his face.

"It's some protective magic weapon."

After saying that, he stopped answering Xie Wangyan's questions and jumped off the competition stage.

……

On the other side, Yun Yiyan used the whip technique, and he could feel that the monk he was fighting was holding back at every turn.

At first glance, he seemed to be unable to defeat himself, but everything seemed to be within the opponent's expectations. He immediately understood that the opponent was probably at least one level higher than him.

His eyes stayed on the opponent's hand for a moment, and he could feel that when the opponent used his sword skills, although he looked sharp, he was not particularly familiar with it... Be careful with people who use spears.

Yun Yiyan remembered Xie Wangyan's reminder to her in the room.

Thinking back to a few days ago, he specifically asked himself who else in the world of cultivation had the surname Jin—the Lian Duanshan Jin family was good at using marksmanship.

That day, he guessed that since Sang Wuming's target was not Baihuamen, then there was someone else. Now it seemed that the other party was targeting the Jin family.

He watched the opponent lose the contest with an almost playful attitude——

"Access." Yun Yiyan lazily cupped his hands, looking like a playboy.

The man just looked at him, and then suddenly said, "...He is indeed hateful."

"Who?" Yun Yiyan pretended not to know.

The man just smiled and said, "You know who I'm talking about." After that, he stopped talking to Yun Yiyan and simply left the competition arena.

Yun Yiyan's face sank, and he looked solemnly at Sang Wuming in the distance - or the location of the city lord - and then reluctantly looked away.

Of course, his behavior was noticed by others.

……

Jinchuanwu knew that he was only in the foundation-building stage, and of course he was nothing to the entire world of cultivation.

But he didn't expect that this time it would be so difficult to find an opponent. After many close calls, he defeated the person opposite him - but he always felt that the person's gaze made him a little uncomfortable.

If I must say it, it is not a look at the opponent, but a look at what is in the bag.

——It is the look of looking at dead things.

He felt flustered for no reason. After the man stepped down, his eyes subconsciously looked in the direction of his uncle in the distance.

Then he shook his head, and finally left the competition arena first.

……

Sang Wuming just looked at the three good shows that started at the same time in the audience. The ten competitions had just ended. There was a jade gardenia beside him. He picked up one and said, "I didn't expect...the flower There are actually so many masters in the fairy city."

The dead man knelt aside, "It seems that the dowry prepared by the city lord is very exciting."

Sang Wuming said nothing, with a smile on his lips as he looked at the small secret realm in front of him.

In the corner of the room, there was an inconspicuous vine.

A few days ago, the killer vine had devoured the spiritual veins in the city lord's palace and advanced directly to the Nascent Soul stage. Without Xie Huanyan's comfort, the killer vine became extremely anxious - if it were not controlled by Sang Wuming here, it would probably At this time, a killing spree had begun, and all the living creatures in this small secret realm were devoured.

"I think it's Yue'er who makes people's hearts flutter." Sang Wuming chuckled, "The dowry that even the monks in the Nascent Soul Stage look down on can actually attract so many masters."

Death Soldier suddenly felt something was wrong.

He wanted to run away, but the next second he was instantly bloody.

The blood even splashed on the jade gardenia on the side... Sang Wuming picked up a jade gardenia with bloodstained petals and threw the flower on the corpse of the dead soldier, as if to bury him with him.

"One by one, take your time."

Sang Wuming stood up from his seat, strolled to a position where he could see the competition stage better, and stretched out his fingers to count the disciples of the Jin family who had sneaked in one by one.

As well as the spies in the city lord's palace.

He wouldn't have felt anything many years ago, and the wound that almost bisected him suddenly felt a dull burning pain.

He knew it was just his imagination.

He just looked forward to this moment for too long.