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Chapter 468 Competition 2
Ji Ziming was soon at a disadvantage, not because he was weak, but because Song Qiao just ignored the attacks he was good at. First, he was not afraid of the poison in his spiritual power; second, he could absorb his spiritual attacks; Rich combat experience.

Facing Song Ji like this, Ji Ziming gradually felt a sense of powerlessness.

Song Yan put a lot of effort into the last move. He touched the ground with his toes, and actually took the initiative to distance himself from Ji Ziming. At a distance of ten feet away from Ji Ziming, the spiritual power in his hand attacked Ji Ziming at an unstoppable speed. go.

Ji Ziming also threw out a wave of spiritual power, and two spiritual power attacks exploded in the center of the competition platform.

Qin Jiuzhou looked at the burnt incense not far away, and said, "A draw."

Song Yan walked up to Ji Ziming under his gaze, nodded to him and said, "Brother Ji has accepted."

Ji Ziming looked at Song Qiao with complicated eyes, and to be precise, he looked at Song Qiao's hand that was still dripping with light green liquid, and said, "Is there anything wrong with your hand?" Although his poison is not very poisonous, it is Contamination will still make people feel guilty.

Song Yan shook his head, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Of course there's nothing to do, look at Brother Ji."

Following Song Yan's words, everyone focused on Song Yan's next move, but it was a pity that they couldn't see clearly because of the distance.

But they couldn't see clearly, but Ji Ziming could see clearly that the boy's hand was not in direct contact with the light green liquid, and there was a layer of spiritual barrier between the two.

Even if Song Yan is a mixed body, what he can absorb is only spiritual power, not invulnerable to all poisons.Back then in the dungeon under the mass grave, those spiritual powers with red liquid were simply devouring spiritual power, not considered poison, but Ji Ziming's was actually poison.

Song Yan could only use spiritual power to isolate the venom adhering to his hands continuously. The spiritual power must be continuously replenished and replaced, otherwise the poison would directly seep into the spiritual power and touch his skin.

When everyone in the audience saw Song Yan and Ji Ziming coming down, there was curiosity and awe in their eyes.

Curious about why Song Yan is not afraid of Ji Ziming's spiritual power, and curious about how Song Qiao managed to absorb spiritual power.

"The third match..." Qin Jiuzhou's voice came, and the third match began.

Song Yan standing in the audience was constantly being asked questions by the people around him.

Regarding these problems, Song Yi explained as soon as he could explain them, and laughed off those he couldn't explain.

There were only five competitions in total, except for Song Ji and his team, which ended at the end of time, and the remaining four competitions ended soon.

The saint stood up, looked at the quiet people and said: "Now the ten people who just competed come to the front, whoever you want to choose as the captain, stand behind whoever, the ten of them also competed just now, You should have something in mind."

"This choice is related to your future. Everyone is a cultivator and the best among the younger generation of Tianjing. You have to choose according to your own needs."

Just like when it appeared before, the contest platform disappeared without a sound, revealing a large open space. No one knew what was going on.

"let's start!"

Under the signal of the saint, Tang Ruyao pushed Chu Huai, who was sitting in a wheelchair, towards the bottom of the stands.

Who should be chosen, in fact, has already been thought about when watching the competition, the selection is very fast.

(End of this chapter)