The cultivation of immortality by mortals begins with the abandoned children of the river

"How do you fight this? That guy is at the sixth level of Qi Condensation."

"Yes, and I heard that this guy is never merciful in his attacks. His opponents will either die or be maimed."

"With the seventh-level Qi Condensation Senior Brother sitting in charge, I'm afraid this won't happen, right?"

"What do you know? The outcome of a battle can be decided in a split second, and even a Master at the Foundation Establishment level may not be able to guarantee that there will be no casualties."

"That's right, in the last competition, a junior brother was pierced through the chest by the opponent's sword. Fortunately, it didn't hit the heart."

The disciples in the audience were talking a lot. One of the two people on the stage had an indifferent expression, as if he didn't bother to make the first move, and the face of the other disciple at the fourth level of Qi Condensation was changing. When the thin man showed a hint of impatience, the disciple at the fourth level of Qi Condensation gave a bitter smile, " I surrender." After that, he jumped off the platform and left without looking back.

After listening to the discussion, Zhan Nianchuan nodded secretly when he saw such a scene. Being able to weigh the pros and cons and know how to advance and retreat is also a kind of wisdom. However, in his opinion, this man's strength is average, even when he is at the fifth level of Qi Condensation. The battle with Liu Yandan was not good either.

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It has to be said that overall, the outer disciples who come to Dan Peak are indeed pitifully weak. They have reached more than sixty now. Zhan Nianchuan has never seen a particularly powerful opponent, even the sixth level of Qi Condensation. As a disciple of Zhan Nianchuan, as long as Zhan Nianchuan takes action with all his strength, he probably won't be able to last for a quarter of an hour.

Some disciples have almost no fighting experience and do not know how to take advantage of their own advantages, nor can they see the weaknesses and shortcomings of their opponents. In Zhan Nianchuan's opinion, there were many fights that were winnable, but they were lost so easily. dropped.

After watching too many fights like this, Zhan Nianchuan also felt drowsy.

Suddenly, there was a commotion in the whole place, as lively as boiling water. Almost all the disciples who had finished the competition ran to the second high platform and were surrounded by water.

"Come and watch Lin Hongzhi's fight."

"We are the number one master of Lindan Peak's outer sect. Our opponent still won't give up?"

"The sixth level of Qi Condensation versus the fifth level of Qi Condensation. If you don't even get a slap in the face, where will you put your face? You think so, right?"

"That's true, but it doesn't matter if you just admit defeat. Look at a high-grade yellow-level fire-attribute longsword, full of magic weapons, how can it be defeated by the opponent?"

People were talking a lot, and they were unanimously optimistic about Lin Hongzhi's victory. The only debate was how long his opponent could last.

On the high platform, Lin Hongzhi stood proudly with a long sword in his hand, his sword glowing uncertainly, looking indifferently at his opponent, a burly man with a stubble on his face holding a mace-toothed stick.

"Admit defeat, Lin will never show mercy to his sword!"

The face of the bearded man changed several times, but he still held the mace in his hand and replied in a rough voice: "Junior Brother Lin, I'm offended!"

After saying that, he slammed the hammer at the opponent. He was born with supernatural power, and the mace made a whirring sound. He threw several talismans at the same time, turning into several fireballs and blasting at the opponent.

"Hmph, you call me Junior Brother with such low strength, let me show you a good look." Since Lin Hongzhi became Tong Dachuan's direct disciple, almost all the disciples would call him Senior Brother Lin when they saw him. Over time, he became more and more arrogant. , became arrogant.

Lin Hongzhi stood on the spot, slashed upward with his sword, and a fiery red sword energy that was more than ten feet long shot out of the air and met the fallen mace. At the same time, the aura of the cassock on his body lit up, and he ignored the incoming fireball. Regardless, he stretched out his left hand and a red fireball popped out.

"Fire bomb technique!"

"Senior Brother Lin can actually cast the fire bomb technique at the fifth level of Qi Condensation. What a genius!"

"While controlling the magic weapon to launch an attack, he still has the power to pop out fireballs. It's simply amazing. That guy is in danger."

Seeing Lin Hongzhi's pop-up fireball emitting scorching heat, the bearded man's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly shouted "I surrender!"

Several fireballs hit Lin Hongzhi's cassock, and the aura flashed continuously, but it stabilized instantly, and then the weapons of both sides suddenly collided.

With a loud noise, the flaming red sword energy cut the attacking mace club in half, and before the remaining force was gone, it slashed straight at the bearded man, making him pale with horror, while the fireball below also unstoppably broke through the protective energy. The shield burned the big man until he screamed.

Fortunately, Tong Xi, who maintained order, blocked the sword and fireball, otherwise the bearded man might not have been able to save his life.

Even so, the bearded man suffered heavy losses. The low-ranking yellow man's fang club was cut off, and his flesh was burned and rolled up, making him look very miserable.

Lin Hongzhi stretched out his hand to hold a sword flower and put the sword back into its sheath gracefully. He looked graceful and graceful, attracting the envy and admiration of a large number of female disciples.

He glanced at Tong Xi casually, but found that she was asking about the stubble man's injury. His originally good mood suddenly deteriorated to the extreme. Looking at the stubble man also felt more and more unpleasant, and he secretly regretted not doing something serious. Disable the opponent.

"The strength is not bad. Although he relies too much on external objects, he is still the strongest among so many people."

Although Zhan Nianchuan did not sit under the second stage to watch, he could still see the fight clearly with his powerful consciousness.

...

A few hours later, Zhan Nianchuan heard the lazy voice of the young man in soap clothes, "No. 81, No. 82." He flew onto the stage, gave the young man a slight salute, and looked at his opponent.

The opponent was a rather pretty senior sister from the sixth level of Qi Condensation. When she saw Zhan Nianchuan looking over, she pursed her lips and smiled, "Junior brother, please be merciful."

Her words were completely teasing the other party. Why should a disciple at the third level of Qi Condensation fight with her? In her opinion, Zhan Nianchuan would have to roll off the platform with just one blow.

Zhan Nianchuan was at a loss for words. Your realm is three levels higher than mine. Why should I show you mercy?

He did not dare to neglect it. He bowed slightly and said, "Junior brother, I dare not. Please ask the senior sister to take action."

The magic weapon of this senior sister was a small green sword. With a delicate shout from her, the small sword turned into a flash of lightning and flew towards Zhan Nianchuan. Zhan Nianchuan did not change his expression. He slapped the storage bag and a long sword flew up with billowing flames to meet the small green sword. With a loud noise, the two swords intersected and flew backwards. They were evenly matched.

This was naturally because Zhan Nianchuan intended to restrain the power of the magic weapon, otherwise he would definitely cut off the opponent's magic weapon with one blow. Zhan Nianchuan also came all the way from a chores, and he knew how difficult it was for ordinary disciples to buy a magic weapon.

The two sides activated their magic weapons and fought each other. Seeing the woman stretching out her fingers to shoot out a fireball, Zhan Nianchuan suddenly pressed down with his long sword, then kicked his feet and suddenly jumped several feet, and instantly punched the opponent's shoulder.

His inhuman jump scared the woman's face and made her scream. She hurriedly threw out several talismans, but before she could activate them, Zhan Nianchuan had already punched her off the platform.

Only a few talismans were left flying in the wind.