From the pure blood dragon clan, I started to become a human being

Game 4 of the competition.

Xiao Xiao from the Yimo Snake Sect won. He used a mysterious technique - the two gases of Heng and Ha, which could blow a person's soul out of the body or even disperse it directly.

The pre-swing of this method is very obvious. After seeing it, you can get immunity immediately by moving away from it, but its strength lies in the fact that it directly hits the soul. Once hit, the opponent will basically lose the ability to resist.

Game 5.

Bai Shixue of Jia Jinli Gate won. Her awakened innate magical power can devour the true energy of others. When Xu Si saw this guy, he specially reminded Zhang Chulan that if he met him, it would be best to use Yang Wu Lei to fight quickly and decisively. The Golden Light Curse was peaceful and restrained by the opponent.

Young masters from all sides appeared on the scene one after another. Zhuge Qing, who mastered the Wuhou Qimen, and Hu Jie, who emerged as a dark horse from Hujiazhuang, won victories one after another.

When the successor of Wu Hou appeared on the scene, he immediately attracted the attention of all parties. All things have their own laws of reproduction and development, which can be called the way of heaven. For example, if one person commits many evil deeds, the large base number provides a breeding ground for accidents. When this person encounters a tough opponent and fails, people will think that evil deeds will be punished.

The fortune tellers, including Qimen, all use special methods to find loopholes in the way of heaven and constantly summarize the rules in an attempt to grasp the direction of the way of heaven. The summarization and organization of the conclusions are important treasures passed down by the fortune tellers.

Starting a game, observing a game, and solving a game all involve complex calculations and deductions, which make it very difficult to use in actual combat. However, if successful, it can often demonstrate a powerful effect of foresight.

Game 16.

Wang Ye defeated the Liaodong wild man Jin Meng very easily. With the assistance of Feng Hou's Qimen, his Qimen technique had reached the point of giving birth to the Eight Diagrams Formation. Even if it was not used, its effect on Wudang boxing was extremely significant.

When leaving the martial arts arena, Wang Ye smiled and nodded to the woman in white who was walking towards him.

"I wish you a successful start."

Xiao Yijin did not answer, and the two passed each other.

Three other opponents appeared.

Wang Bing, one of the Ten Great Families, is the master of the Eight Unparalleled Skills of Capturing Spirits and Summoning Generals.

Huo Tiangang, the orthodox successor of Bajiquan.

Zheng Youneng, a true disciple of Liuyun Sword Sect.

Except for Xiao Yijin, a novice who has just entered the first level, the other three are the best in the second level.

"start."

The third-generation disciple who acted as the referee at Mount Longhu waved his hand and left.

Huo Tiangang immediately pounced on Wang Bing. It was no secret that the Wang family inherited the art of Danqing. The best way to deal with this tricky technique was to nip it in the bud.

The arm strength is generated by relaxing the shoulders, and becomes unobstructed through wrapping the elbows. The front hand, front foot, and nose are in a straight line, with the "three tips aligned". The palm wind blows the clothes, just like firecrackers exploding in the sleeves.

The advance was extremely swift, Huo Tiangang's ten toes gripped the ground tightly, his body was shaped like a pine tree, his lower body was stable, and he exerted force explosively, striking out with one palm, like a thunderclap - this was the Crane Step Mountain-Pushing Palm.

The air flow whistled at him, but Wang Bing didn't move at all. He just sneered, and black liquid dripped from between his fingers. In a blink of an eye, a ghost condensed. It was three meters tall, with a ferocious face and fangs in its mouth, a single horn like a beast on its head, and dark blue skin.

The green-faced evil ghost appeared, raised his arms forward, and withstood Huo Tiangang's sudden attack.

Two more black shadows appeared, one was the Soul-Sorrowing Bird, and the other was the Black Yaksha.

Huo Tiangang wanted to pull his fist back, but found that his palm was stuck in the Green-faced Ghost's body and he could not move.

As the power was activated, a big hole suddenly exploded in the Green-faced Ghost's abdomen. Even an ordinary person at the third level would have to take this move seriously, but Wang Bing made it clear that he didn't care about the ghost's life or death, and just ordered the Green-faced Ghost to restrain his opponent.

Next to it, the Soul-Hurting Bird spewed out dark green underworld fire, as if a ball of sulfuric acid was poured onto the target's protective Qi. The Dark Night Demon followed with a stab, and the long spear instantly pierced Huo Tiangang's head.

The switch from offense to defense took only a moment. The Hundred-Step Flying Sword handed over by the true disciple of Liuyun Sword Sect arrived late but extremely swiftly. It brought with it a wave of air and transformed into a white dragon, killing all the Soul-Sorrowing Bird and Black Yaksha.

Three black gas masses gathered, Wang Bing lowered his head and took a bite. On the stands of the martial arts arena, Feng Zhenghao's eyes were solemn, and his son Feng Xingtong's face was horrified. The Taoist of Longhu Mountain looked deeply at Wang Bing, who was killing him, and asked to suspend the game, turning around to discuss with other brothers.

Having both sex and life is a complete form of life. No matter how powerful a spirit that exists in a spiritual state is, it is conceptually incomplete. The user of the Soul Binding Technique has found the unknown weakness of the spirit and used this weakness to make the spirit obey him unconditionally. This is a fundamental suppression, and the complete Soul Binding Technique can even devour the spirit and obtain a small permanent enhancement.

In the stands, three generations of disciples came to see the old Taoist priest. Someone was killed during the martial arts performance and they didn’t know what to do.

"The method is cruel and will hurt the soul and shorten life." Lu Jin said.

"Not necessarily. We all had dozens of lives on our hands back then. If we don't fight for our lives in martial arts performances, it's better to just perform an opera." Lu Ci said.

"Since ancient times, there has been no rule in Luotian Dajiao that forbids accidental killing." Wang Ai said with a smile, "If the leader of the Bajiquan lineage has something to do, just come to me, and the same goes for you, President Feng."

Feng Zhenghao was silent, his face stiff, perfectly showing his dilemma after learning that his own forces were lacking.

"After all, times have changed. What do you think, senior brother?" Tian Jinzhong asked.

"Go on." The old Taoist priest did not punish anyone.

Wang Ai laughed, and Lu Ci shook his head without saying anything.

"Alas." Tian Jinzhong sighed. In his opinion, Longhu Mountain was a constraint to his brother, not a help. The truth is that even ordinary people cannot reach the sky, and the bottom line is that he has too many things on his body.

Lu Jin couldn't believe it, "Brother Zhiwei..."

"Life and death are determined by fate, so let it be."

The old Taoist priest turned and left.

Wang Ai patted Lu Jin's shoulder with a smile on his face, but was then slapped away by the latter.

"Why, Brother Lu, do you want to bring up old scores for the old Heavenly Master? Our brother Huaiyi was a killer in the bamboo forest back then. Why don't you go out and ask those big sects if they have any objections?"

"Killing the king is not an option, but we have to let Zhang Chulan come out to exchange his life for his, otherwise no one will let it go." Lu Ci said.

"Then let them attack Longhu Mountain. Although I am not a god, I am willing to lend a hand." Lu Jin said sternly.

"Do you really think that all the Taoists here are proficient in Taoism?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Zhiwei walked down the stairs, raised his hand over his shoulder, and three golden lights burst out from his fingertips.

Wang Ai, Lu Jin and Lu Ci were all knocked out.

"As if I were dead, you're talking so recklessly."

Upon seeing this, the third generation disciple went back in his own name to announce the continuation of the competition, and at the same time hurriedly called the ninth uncle who stayed on the mountain. The key to this matter was that their side was not able to act in time, and Wang Bingskill acted too quickly. It seemed that it was planned for a long time, but it was not known whether it was a test or a trap.

"The game continues."

"What? Didn't you see the dead person?!"

"Kill that thief."

"Give me back my disciple's life!"

On the other side of the stands, an old man with gray hair was crying.

(End of this chapter)