my goddess school flower

"Zi Qiao, did you use earth magic just now?" Xia Tingyu asked Wang Ziqiao.

Wang Ziqiao nodded: "Do you think he is looking for death? He dared to use metal armor in front of our elemental gate. However, if you meet in the future, you should be more careful. I observed that there are a lot of metal armor in his armor. Even a long knife in your hand can release a powerful voltage!"

"These little devils just know how to find tricks, they deserve to die!" Yu Wei also replied indignantly.

"Isn't it a rule that you can't use thermal weapons? He still has electricity inside, what is it? Why don't you just get a Transformer to fight with us?" Liu Baozhu scratched his head depressed.

"They took advantage of the loopholes in the regulations. The regulations prohibit the use of thermal weapons, but there is no regulation that prohibits them from being carried. They carry electricity in them. After all, they have not been excited. I guess they also want to use this martial arts conference to test this. I heard that the little devil also has a kind of armor that does not contain steel, but is made of biological fibers!" Prince Joe replied.

"According to this, the martial arts conference has already started to deteriorate because of the little devil!" Dugu Wuwei also frowned.

"This is inevitable. Now foreign countries have begun to study it. Only our country is backward, but everything is inseparable from the combination of elements. After our cultivation level is high, these things will not be terrible!" Wang Ziqiao is very confident.

The competition was already going on, and Wang Ziqiao and others also made a lot of money. The 200 people in the third round also finished the duel in two days.

In the end, there were fifty pairs left, all of which were at the fifth level, and those at the peak of the fourth level were all eliminated, and even some of the early level five pairs were eliminated. In the martial arts conference 30 years ago, there were still Quite a few of the fourth-level peak realm.

Of course, there are also reasons for Shilong and Japan and South Korea, because 30 years ago, Shilong's eighteen guards did not participate in the competition. This time, the old eighteen guards have already snatched [-] places. The [-] people and the [-] people from South Korea accounted for more than three levels out of the [-] people, resulting in many small sects not even getting into the [-] people.

Twenty-two days have passed since the Martial Arts Conference, and the top 22 players have already appeared. It is still a two-to-two knockout match, and the top [-] players will be selected.

No.20 In the three-day arena, Wang Ziqiao faced Yin Wuji, the master of the Kongtong faction, and the grand master in the middle of the fifth level, and it was the first match.

Wang Ziqiao looked at the opponent and felt that the Kongtong faction was nothing more than that. It seemed that there was only one Yin Wuji left. If he defeated the opponent again, it would be impossible for the Kongtong faction to enter the top fifty.

It's no wonder that after he killed one member of the Kongtong faction, the Kongtong faction remained indifferent. It seems that there are really no people left.

Yin Wuji is also old, about 60 years old, with a long beard, and a lot of silver hair on the temples. He holds a pair of Fenshui Emei thorns, more than a foot long, with two pointed ends, and an iron ring in the center. On the finger, staring at Prince Joe with icy eyes.

"Let's do it!" Wang Ziqiao said seriously.

Yin Wuji didn't answer, just nodded slightly, bent down, his figure was like a civet cat, and he jumped up and down, with both hands up and down, directly approaching Wang Ziqiao's throat and lower abdomen.

Holding the Dugu Nine Swords in his hand, Wang Ziqiao trembled slightly, and immediately the nine swords came out in succession, almost blocking all Yin Wuji's attack routes.

Yin Wuji was taken aback, where is there such a weapon?How is this different from archery?One shot is nine swords.

Under pressure, he could only use the Emei thorn to parry hastily.

However, the magic wand behind Wang Ziqiao suddenly released an invisible halo, and used a wind blade magic in a wide range, and the wind blades quickly gathered together and flew towards Yin Wuji.

Yin Wuji was already dodging the Nine Swords, how could he have the time to deal with the sudden wind blade?In just three seconds, he had more than a dozen wind blades on his body, and almost none of his lower abdomen, chest, shoulders was intact.

As Prince Joe approached again, the hollow sword in his hand pressed against his throat.

Yin Wuji was dumbfounded, a majestic sect master, in the hands of Wang Ziqiao, has not passed five seconds, what kind of concept is this?

All the people from the surrounding sects also gasped, less than five seconds, it was tantamount to instant kill for them.

"You lost, according to the rules, if you can spend 300 million, I can make your injury recover quickly!" Wang Ziqiao smiled.

Yin Wuji gritted his teeth, blinked, let out a long breath, snorted coldly, ignored Wang Ziqiao at all, turned around and left.

Being defeated by the enemy, and then taking money to let the enemy heal himself, Yin Wuji felt that his skin was not so thick, even if it hurt to death.

Seeing this, Wang Ziqiao shook his head, heartbroken, 300 million is gone, can he feel better?

"Hey, how about 200 million?" Wang Ziqiao said behind Yin Wuji.

Yin Wuji, who had been forcibly persisting and was injured all over his body, staggered, so that he could not get down, but in the end, he still didn't stop.

"Why are you so stingy? How about 100 million, no less?"

Yoon Moo Ji still didn't stop.

"Hey, is the price negotiable, can you give me some? It's not easy for us to do business, I only charge a capital, how about it? Don't leave..."

"Nimma, you're really stingy, and you're cruel enough to yourself. You can't even bear the money for medical treatment. You don't have the money to compete with a bird? Take a piece of tofu and kill yourself!" Wang Ziqiao muttered, and had no choice but to turn around and go back. .

Yin Wuji, who was about to step off the ring, fell down on the ring on the spot after hearing this sentence. Seeing this scene, his disciples rushed up one after another, and lifted him down in a hurry.

Wang Ziqiao didn't go to see what was going on with Yin Wuji. He just took two steps when a shoe flew towards him, followed by a scolding voice: "Nimma, can you be thicker? Shameless? As a member of the martial arts world, it’s fine if you don’t take action to heal, but you still insult your opponent like this, I feel ashamed for you!”

Wang Ziqiao looked around and saw several pairs of broken shoes flying towards him. He was so frightened that he didn't care to see who hit him, so he had to flee in a hurry.

Back in his tent, Wang Ziqiao found that the girls were all frowning, pretending not to see him, and even the beggar Liu Baozhu pouted at him.

"Hey, what do you mean?" Wang Ziqiao said angrily.

"Brother, don't we have to be kind? Tell me about you. You don't have any concept of respecting the old and loving the young. He is quite old. In order to contrast your handsomeness, it is easy to come on stage and be your sparring partner? You ? You still let someone beat you to death with a piece of tofu, hey..." Liu Baozhu had nothing to say, he covered his forehead, and stopped looking at Wang Ziqiao.

"Zi Qiao, my great-grandfather taught me that people in the martial arts must have narrow minds!" Nalan Rourou looked at Wang Ziqiao with a sad face.

"It's a waste of the clothes we prepared for you!" Yu Wei sighed one after another.

"..." Prince Qiao was speechless for a moment.