The system ended with the cold mechanical sound.
The consciousnesses of nine people, including Jun Xiuyuan, fell into chaos.
Jun Xiuyuan raised his hands and felt it for a while, and was secretly shocked: "The touch, pain, smell, etc., seem to be real. If you were beaten to death here, you would feel the real pain of death!"
aside.
Xiongba looked at Yue Buqun and mocked:
"Is your boy Yue Buqun?"
"Let me see if your fist is as hard as your mouth."
Yue Buqun's heart felt even colder. He knew that this beating was inevitable. He stared at the floor blankly, not knowing what he was thinking.
Then he suddenly got angry and cursed: "Hahaha! What a joke! Everyone is suppressed to the same level of cultivation. Why do you think I can't beat you? Do you think my Zixia Magic is just for free?"
"I'm telling you! For people like you who look down on Yue, I've killed not only 10,000 but also 8,000 people."
Seeing Yue Buqun's astonishing move, Jun Xiuyuan let out a long sigh and said helplessly: "This person is really tough. If you give in a little, everyone might let him go." Jun Xiuyuan paused and spoke. Turn: "No! I will definitely not let you go. If you don't take five thousand points, it will be in vain!"
【Ding dong! The cultivation level of everyone in this competition will be suppressed at the third level of innateness, and the sense of touch and pain will be reproduced in the sea of consciousness at a ratio of 1:1, but the body will not be harmed. 】
The voice of the chat group rang in everyone's minds.
"Boom!"
In the center of the chaotic space, a huge rumbling sound sounded, shaking the earth.
Earth and rocks flew everywhere, and the base of the arena suddenly popped out of the ground.
It is made of hard rock, and the tip of the pen extends upward, like a towering tower. The western corner of the base is carved with mysterious runes, exuding a mysterious light.
The main body of the arena is gradually revealed. It is round in shape, with a diameter of nearly a hundred feet, and is made of solid stones spliced together.
Looking at the eight seats rising up in the ring, Jun Xiuyuan rubbed his chin and thought: "There are nine people in the group chat, but now there are only eight in total. Zhu Yuanzhang, who has not yet set foot in martial arts, has not entered the ring. That means Points income will be reduced.”
"According to the personalities of these people in the arena, they will definitely fight to the last person standing, so their points will eventually flow to the final champion."
"The Xiantian realm is the second realm of martial arts. For those who are building the foundation of the Immortal Realm, it won't be very difficult to defeat them. I only need to kill the last champion to get 90,000 points, plus my own 10,000 points. This time in the arena The total income from the mission is 100,000 points.”
Thinking like this, the smile on Jun Xiuyuan's face grew stronger.
If all the points are used to improve the realm, he can be promoted to the third level of the Dan Formation Realm for the first time.
In Shushan, those at the third level of the Alchemy Realm are already at the level of the inner sect's middle-level disciples. Only two hundred people among the tens of thousands of Shushan disciples have reached this level.
On the ring, Zhang Sanfeng took off his Taoist robe and looked at Yue Buqun in the audience. His tone was extremely calm but contained murderous intent. Then he made a hooking motion toward Yue Buqun: "Boy! Come up here."
The look in Zhang Sanfeng's eyes made Yue Buqun feel a chill in his heart, and he couldn't help but shudder.
Being good at self-paralysis, he instantly found a reason for himself: "It's okay, everyone is at the third level of Xiantian Realm. This old man is over a hundred years old, and I am in my prime. Don't hit him on the head too easily."
Thinking of this, Yue Buqun's originally bitter face instantly turned into a smile.
"Old man, you have to be careful. You forced me to fight you, so don't blame me, Yue Buqun, for disrespecting the elders."
Yue Buqun's tone was cold, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent.
After speaking, he jumped up, walked to the opposite side of Zhang Sanfeng, and stood with his sword behind his back.
"Let me tell you first, I won't show mercy to you just because you are an old man. My Yue Buqun's main policy is that everyone is equal."
Yue Buqun is walking like a dragon and a tiger, holding the scabbard in his left hand and holding the sword in front of him in his right hand. A calm smile on his face.
【Ding dong! The game officially begins! 】
The chat group ended with the prompt tone.
"Whoosh!"
The two figures instantly turned into phantoms, intertwining in the air as fast as lightning. Zhang Sanfeng shuttled as quickly as an eagle, appeared in front of Yue Buqun in an instant, and punched hard!
Yue Buqun's reaction was extremely fast, his internal energy began to circulate, and the Zixia magical power was activated. All the internal energy gathered on the chest, forming a breastplate with purple light shining.
"boom!"
Zhang Sanfeng's fist hit Yue Buqun's chest hard.
The people in the audience froze instantly, and the tense atmosphere filled the air. However, unexpectedly, the fist did not shatter the armor, but instead made a dull sound of bones colliding.
The two of them seemed to have pressed the pause button, and they were locked in a stalemate at that moment. Yue Buqun's body remained rigid in a protective posture, while Zhang Sanfeng's body also froze, maintaining a punching posture.
"Bang!"
Immediately afterwards, Zhang Sanfeng turned his fist into his palm, and with a slight push, Yue Buqun flew out like a kite with a broken string, and finally fell heavily off the ring.
Li Xunhuan opened his mouth wide, looked at Zhang Sanfeng in the ring, and then at the unconscious Yue Buqun on the ground, and said with great disappointment: "This is gone? Where is the imaginary fighting scene?"
Ying Zheng raised his head and looked at Zhang Sanfeng on the ring, clenching his fists: "What happened? I haven't even seen it yet. Why did Yue Buqun lose?"
Ying Zheng was the last to take his seat. Unexpectedly, as soon as he sat down, he saw Yue Buqun's body falling off the ring.
Xiongba looked at Zhang Sanfeng with a solemn expression: "The difference in strength is too big. Although Yue Buqun condensed his purple armor at the moment Zhang Sanfeng's fist approached him, Zhang Sanfeng's fist force did not hit the armor head-on. Instead, he penetrated it with the first blow. He passed over and hit Yue Buqun's body first."
"This punch requires a hundred years of effort. Can you handle it?"
Yaoyue also echoed: "This Sanfeng is not simple! Although his internal power cultivation is not particularly high, his martial arts has been cultivated to the extreme. If it were not suppressed by the laws of the plane, his internal power cultivation would be at least that of a great master."
Guo Jing frowned: "Although I may not be able to beat the old senior, but if I can fight with the old senior, I might learn a lot!"
Zhang Sanfeng sat down cross-legged on the ring, looked coldly at Yue Buqun on the ground in the distance, and said disdainfully: "Young people are not good enough, fists are indeed not as tough as words."
【Ding Tai Chi Zhang Sanfeng fought against the hypocrite Jian Huashan sect leader, Tai Chi Zhang Sanfeng won and became the champion, Zhang Sanfeng’s accumulated points: 1.5w points】
【It is detected that the hypocrite Jian Huashan Sect leader Yue falls into a coma. Everyone wins the battle with Yue Buqun automatically and gets 5,000 points. The initial points become 15,000. 】
