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Chapter 381

"Boy, you don't have to worry about the cyan bronze mirror. Because only the boy surnamed Long and I saw the process of you taking the spirit treasure. As long as you don't use that spirit treasure in the sect for a short time, the It's impossible for the old man to find out."

"After the sect competition is over, I will personally refine it for you, and you will be able to completely master and use the bronze mirror." Just after Chu Zhongtian was reluctantly relieved, Jiao Enjun's voice came from his ear.

At the same time, he also gave himself a reassurance.

After Long Xingyun completely tore the giant palm apart and left a domineering threat, Chu Zhongtian could finally recover his spiritual power with peace of mind.

"Lord Zhongfeng, the matter is over, you can continue the competition!" After receiving Jiao Enjun's promise, Long Xingyun glanced at Zhong Faqin who was in a daze, and kindly reminded him.

"The next round will be the first match of the No. 12 round. The No. [-] player Guo Zhaoli will face the No. [-] player Zhang Renyuan."

"Guo Zhaoli has met Senior Brother Zhang!" Guo Zhaoli, who was on the stage, was planning to admit defeat.

Because he was severely injured, it was impossible for him to be Zhang Renyuan's opponent, but just when he was about to admit defeat, a strange voice suddenly came from his ear, ordering him to delay for a while, so that Xia Luoxing could have enough time for healing.

"Zhang Renyuan met Junior Brother Guo!" Zhang Renyuan, who was also a preparatory disciple of Law Enforcement Peak, also received the same order.

Originally, Zhang Renyuan planned to easily accept the cheerful mood of a victory, and suddenly became upset, but facing the person who could use the sound transmission technique to order him, he didn't dare to resist at all, so he could only accept the order honestly.

In front of him, Guo Zhaoli's face was pale, and his breath was messy. Even if he was cooperating with him, he might not be able to hold on because of the injuries in his body within a short time.

In desperation, Zhang Renyuan winked quietly while using verbal conversations to delay for a while.

"Junior Brother Guo, I think your complexion is not very good, maybe the injury has not fully recovered!"

"Alas!" Guo Zhaoli sighed, then looked up into the distance, his eyes full of complex expressions.

After watching for nearly 5 minutes, I feel that if I continue to look at it, I am afraid that it will cause dissatisfaction among the people at the scene.

After looking back, Guo Zhao said in a very pitiful tone: "Senior Brother Zhang, you don't know, in the first match of the tenth round, Senior Brother Lu...!"

Afterwards, the audience witnessed a game that was played entirely in small talk.

Originally, according to Zhong Faqin's personality, he would have already sternly reprimanded Guo Zhaoli and Zhang Renyuan for what they did at this time.

However, considering that Chu Zhongtian, who has just finished the game and consumed a lot of spiritual power, also needs time to recover his spiritual power, so Zhong Faqin just made a mistake and let Guo Zhaoli and Zhang Renyuan go on chatting.

Guo Zhaoli and Zhang Renyuan chatted for nearly an hour before they had to stop chatting.

It wasn't that someone stopped them from continuing the chat, but that the two people who were not familiar with each other talked about all the topics they could talk about, and they really didn't know what to talk about next.

"Senior brother Zhang, I have never been convinced by your ranking. I just want to use this competition to let my junior test your strength and see if you are really better than me." Being able to use small talk to procrastinate for an hour, Guo Zhaoli felt that he had fulfilled the orders of the strong behind him.

At this moment, he wanted to end the game quickly, and continue to heal his injuries after going down, lest the injury spread to the foundation and affect his breakthrough to the gasification period.

"Is that so, senior brother, I will let you take a good look to see if my strength is worthy of my ranking."

At this time, Zhang Renyuan didn't want to continue like this, so as not to affect his popularity among the audience, so seeing Guo Zhaoli intending to end the game, he immediately cooperated enthusiastically.

"Turn a stone into gold!" Guo Zhaoli walked slowly towards Zhang Renyuan, an elementary martial skill that entered the realm of minor success, but did not contain any spiritual power.

"Water falls and flowers bloom!" It is also an elementary swordsmanship that enters the realm of Xiaocheng with one move, and it also does not contain any spiritual power.

The only difference is that his speed is slightly faster than Guo Zhaoli.

"Ah...!" The Chunqiu brush and the natal spirit sword collided together, there was neither a roaring sound nor a fluctuation when the spiritual power exploded, only Guo Zhaoli's seemingly horrific howl.

Accompanied by the horrific screams, Guo Zhaoli fell to the ground, pretending to be in a coma.

"Contestant No. [-] Zhang Renyuan wins!" Seeing that the drama between Guo Zhaoli and Zhang Renyuan was finally over, Zhong Faqin, who had long felt uncomfortable, immediately announced the result of the competition.

Seeing Guo Zhaoli hiding on the ring pretending to be in a coma, Zhong Faqin wanted to kick him off, but at this moment, Guo Zhaoli woke up in time, stood up immediately, and walked off the ring pretending to be weak.

After Guo Zhaoli walked off the ring, Zhong Faqin glanced at Chu Zhongtian who was under the ring, and found that he had opened his eyes and was about to stand up.

Seeing Chu Zhongtian in high spirits and with a long breath, Zhong Faqin knew that he had fully recovered his spiritual power, and immediately felt relieved.

He then went on to announce the numbers and names of the contestants.

"In the second match of the No.12 round, No. 13 contestant He Ying will face off against No. [-] contestant Chu Zhongtian!"

After Zhong Faqin announced the contestant's number and name, the audience who had been tortured by Guo Zhaoli and Zhang Renyuan for more than an hour suddenly regained their spirits.

He Ying, the second-ranked master among the outer disciples, has exquisite swordsmanship, and lost to Lu Cong in one move in the qualifying match.

In the twelve rounds, they had nine wins and one loss, one bye, and nine points, temporarily ranking No.3.

Chu Zhongtian, a black horse that can't be black in the sect competition, not to mention his strength, has countless hole cards, so far no one can know his depth.

In the twelve rounds, ten wins out of ten, one bye, accumulated ten points, temporarily ranked No.2.

The match between two people can be said to be the most exciting match in this round, and it is also the match that deserves the most attention. Moreover, the match between two people is also related to the final championship.

If He Ying defeated Chu Zhongtian, Lu Cong, who was undefeated in one round, would basically become the champion of this sect competition.

If Chu Zhongtian beats He Ying, then the final championship will be in the next round, the match between Chu Zhongtian and Lu Cong.

"Chu Zhongtian met Senior Brother He!" Chu Zhongtian, who was the first to step onto the ring, greeted with a respectful expression.

"He Ying met Junior Brother Chu!" He Ying responded with the same respect.

(End of this chapter)