The Great Demon of Martial Arts

Chapter 22 Start

Immediately afterwards, under the arrangement of many deacons, all the sect disciples lined up in an orderly manner to receive their number plates.

They didn't dare to go beyond the slightest bit. They didn't want to leave a bad impression on the seniors above. It would be a pity to lose points in this regard.

Ji Chuan was in the middle of the line, following the line like a long dragon, moving forward bit by bit.

Soon, Ji Chuan came to the number plate drawing box, and just as he was about to draw the number plate, a familiar voice came to his ears.

Ji Chuan's eyes shrank, and he raised his head calmly, showing a scrutinizing gaze.

"Boy, the Blood Transformation Sect is not a good place for you, but you can participate in this competition. Find me after the competition is over, and I will choose a good place for you."

This familiar voice, Ji Chuan immediately knew it was Yin Lao's voice.

"Sound transmission through the air!"

It is conceivable that Ji Chuan was shocked in his heart. Even though he had already thought that Mr. Yin was a martial arts master, he still underestimated him unexpectedly.

Ji Chuan glanced at Elder Yin's position. At this moment, he was squinting his eyes as if he was asleep, and no one knew what he was thinking.

It seems to be a long time, but in fact it is only in the blink of an eye.

Everyone in the field didn't feel anything.

Seeing this, Ji Chuan smiled nonchalantly, reached into the box with his hand stagnant in the air, took out a number plate, and retreated to the back.

Soon, the number plate collection was over.

"Okay, the respective number plates have been received properly, and the competition will officially begin."

A deacon stood up first and announced.

Then, he continued: "I will announce the rules of the competition. In fact, the rules of the competition are very simple. The first thing is to fight against each other."

"For example, No. 450 will fight against No. 450, the last No. [-], and No. [-] will fight against No. [-] and No. [-]. They will fight in pairs until all the battles are over and the first round of competition is over."

"Okay, now the competition will officially begin."

"No. 450 vs. No. [-] No. [-], please go to the martial arts stage."

When the deacon's voice sounded, two people walked out of the crowd, and they knew they were outer disciples just by looking at their clothes.

Obviously, the competition between the two was meaningless, which led to the lack of interest of everyone on the stage.

These two outer disciples used clumsy martial arts skills, and directly attacked each other without any sympathy.

Soon, the result came.

A horse-faced outer disciple won the victory, but the outer disciple in front of him was not so lucky, and was lying in a pool of blood at this time.

However, no one would give him a sympathetic look, and the corpse that immediately fell in a pool of blood was dragged away.

No one thought that this horse-faced outer disciple was too much, but took it for granted, because only in this way could he survive in the demon sect.

"The first game, number one wins."

The first round took less than 3 minutes.

Immediately afterwards, the second game followed.

"Second match, No. 450 vs. [-] No. [-]."

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The competitions continued one after another, and every time someone was either killed or injured, I am afraid that this time the competition will cause a lot of casualties.

The fighting platform was already stained red with scarlet blood, and it looked extraordinarily strange under the rising sun.

Ji Chuan has been observing the fight on the stage, and can learn a lot from it, vicious moves and difficult martial arts.

Ji Chuan is constantly absorbing and enhancing his experience and abilities.

Suddenly, the disciples in the field at this time made Ji Chuan hold his breath and stare at the stage intently.

Just as Ji Chuan was staring at the stage, a gaze from the stage followed closely and shot directly at Ji Chuan.

Facing this provocative gaze, Ji Chuan smiled.

At this time, the person standing in the field was Mu Jue whom he had just met not long ago.

In the arena, Mu Jue sneered, but the outer disciple opposite was a little uneasy, after all, he was an inner disciple.

The next moment, Mu Jue's left hand touched the black handle of the knife.

Suddenly, a bright light flashed, and everyone felt a blur in front of them.

"boom!"

The outer disciple fell to the ground with his eyes wide open without even preparing for it.

It is estimated that the outer disciple never thought until his death that even if the opponent was an inner disciple, the gap would not be so large, and he didn't even draw out his weapon.

The outer disciple who fell to the ground had blood gurgling from his throat, but no one cared about him.

All eyes were on Mu Jue, he was the protagonist at this time.

"This trick seems to touch the artistic conception. It's incredible that the acquired realm can touch the threshold of the artistic conception." The elder of Huaxue Sect, who had been lacking in interest, finally sat up straight, staring at Mu Jue for a moment, and said Tsk tsk praise.

Although the suzerain and elders of the Tongtian Demon Sect next to him didn't quite understand what the artistic conception was, seeing the elders of the Huaxue Sect praise it so much, it seemed to be something extraordinary.

Thinking of this, they turned their eyes to Mu Jue with curiosity.

"Hey, the conception of fart, don't be ashamed." Elder Yin, who had been squinting his eyes all the time, opened his eyes at this time, glanced at the elder of Huaxue Sect with contempt, and said mockingly.

"Forehead!"

Now, the elder of Huaxue Sect was said to be in a daze for a while, completely unaware of what was going on.

However, he did not dare to refute in the slightest.

I had no choice but to stand up and apologize to Elder Yin, and humbly asked for advice: "Senior Yin, that disciple just now has indeed touched the threshold of the artistic conception, which should be the artistic conception of death."

"Hmph, that's just a self-harming tactic, and the so-called artistic conception is also caused by this tactic being too domineering."

Old Yin had disdain on his face, obviously he didn't agree with Lao Shizi's artistic conception, but he also explained it.

And the elder of Huaxue Sect was still in a daze, and still didn't understand what was going on, but he wasn't to blame for that, it couldn't be normal in this realm.

"Don't think about it, you can't figure it out even if your head is smashed."

Seeing this, Elder Yin waved his hands with a look of disgust on his face, telling the elder of Huaxue Sect to leave directly.

"Yes, senior!"

In desperation, the elder of Huaxue Sect had no choice but to continue to watch the competition, but after Elder Yin's suggestion, his interest in Mu Jue dropped a lot.

Even though Mu Jue's value is much lower than that of a short man, the knife is still amazing, and it also made him look at it with admiration.

"It should be a blood knife cut. I didn't expect this thing to be handed down, but this kid is afraid that he will die soon. My old man is not capable of saving him."

Elder Yin continued to squint his eyes, with a hint of pity flashing in his eyes, secretly said.

Mu Jue in the field didn't know these things, even if he knew, he wouldn't care.

Now, all he cares about is Ji Chuan.

Because Ji Chuan is his only hope.

Mu Jue came to the edge of the fighting platform, jumped off the fighting platform, and walked straight to where Ji Chuan was.

On the stage, the competition is still going on.

However, Ji Chuan and Mu Jue looked at each other and smiled.

　happy New Year to all!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)