The strongest starting system

Mask man
Qiu Yu's body was lying on the competition stage, irritating everyone's eyes.

Originally, when Zhao Wushuang went up, everyone already believed in his tragic ending.

Qiu Yu's strength is extremely strong, ranking first among the entire outer disciples.

And who is Zhao Wushuang?It's just a kid who just entered the Holy Land.

Basically, everyone looked at the two with the attitude of watching a drama. For Qiu Yu, Zhao Wushuang was just an inconspicuous stepping stone on his way to being promoted as an inner disciple.

But no one expected that the ending would be so unexpected. Zhao Wushuang easily dodged Qiu Yu's sword after swinging it out, and killed Qiu Yu in an instant.

"What's going on? I didn't see this person's movements at all."

"Qiu Yu lost just like that? The [-]-game winning streak was ended by a rookie like this?"

"Could it be that this kid has cultivated some powerful martial arts? Otherwise, how could he win so easily?"

"I think Qiu Yu is also careless, otherwise it would be impossible to lose so quickly."

Everyone discussed and became curious about Zhao Wushuang.

There is no shortage of geniuses in the Xuanming Holy Land, but there are very few people like Zhao Wushuang who have just entered the Holy Land and have made a difference.

Basically, one has to be 'hardened' for a period of time to get used to it. It is not a day or two for old disciples to bully new disciples.

The five-pointed star restraint emanated a mysterious power, and a fist-sized saint's power slowly flew over and sank into Zhao Wushuang's body.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully absorbing the power of a saint and gaining experience 100."

"That's all?" Zhao Wushuang frowned slightly. Defeating a Wuzong only gives one hundred experience points. Even if the entire outer sect is slaughtered, it is impossible to break through to the next level, right?
"It seems that we should get the Sage Stone." Zhao Wushuang thought to himself.

Suddenly a ray of light flashed on the waist card, Zhao Wushuang took a closer look, and found a line of small characters below the name

Winning streak!

"It turned out to be based on this record."

Sudden!There was a commotion in the martial arts arena, Zhao Wushuang looked along the line of sight of everyone, and found a tall man walking slowly in his direction.

"It's Qi Kongheng! I didn't expect him to come too!" a disciple exclaimed.

Zhao Wushuang sensed the aura of this person, and found that he was only the first level of Wu Zong, and compared with Qiu Yu, he was only slightly stronger.

Qi Kongheng walked aggressively to Zhao Wushuang's competition stage, and said coldly, "Get off!"

These three big characters spread throughout the arena, and everyone looked in this direction.

A cold light flashed in Zhao Wushuang's eyes. The person who dared to speak so arrogantly to him seemed to be in the endless sea, right?

Such an arrogant tone seemed ordinary to the rest of the people, and there was no surprise on their faces.

It's just that there is more playfulness and sympathy in the eyes looking at Zhao Wushuang.

"What are you? How dare you speak to me like that?" Zhao Wushuang said slowly.

"I told you to get off!" Qi Kongheng looked cold, and his tone was a little more domineering.

"Presumptuous!" Zhao Wushuang shouted loudly, only to see a terrifying force descending on Qi Kongheng.

Boom!
In the shocked eyes of everyone, Qi Kongheng actually knelt down on the ground, and two pits appeared on the hard ground.

"A mere Wu Zong dares to speak to me like this." Zhao Wushuang's voice was very cold, and the coldness penetrated his body, penetrated deep into the bone marrow, and eroded his soul.

Qi Kongheng's face was full of disbelief, he wanted to stand up and resist, but the invisible oppressive force on his body blocked his movements.

Even the spiritual power of his own body is shrunk in the dantian at this time, not daring to show his face.

"This... what kind of power is this?" There was only one thought in Qi Kongheng's mind, and that was to survive!
The surrounding disciples were already dumbfounded, and they didn't realize what happened at all.

"First kill Qiu Yu, now let Qi Kongheng kneel down, does this person know sorcery?"

"Could it be a direct disciple? Otherwise, how could there be such a strong strength?"

"Impossible, how could a direct disciple come here, and you can see the identity badge on his waist, it is clearly the words of outer disciple."

Zhao Wushuang came to Qi Kongheng's side, seeing his struggling but helpless expression, said indifferently: "Who asked you to come?"

"Uh...uh..." Qi Kongheng raised his head and stared at Zhao Wushuang with difficulty, trying hard to make a sound, but he couldn't.

Zhao Wushuang looked into the distance, and it was from that direction that the prying intent came from just now.

"Don't let me see you again, or...kill me!" Zhao Wushuang put down his words and moved, flying towards the distance.

"Huh! Huh!" Qi Kongheng breathed heavily, his whole body was already drenched, at this moment he breathed heavily, enjoying the lingering fear of the rest of his life after the catastrophe.

……

Zhao Wushuang came to the destination, it was a pavilion, it was ordinary, there was nothing unusual about it.

There is a plaque on the pavilion with four big characters engraved on it: Lone ducks fly together

There was a table in the center of the pavilion, and a man was sitting on the stool. This man was wearing a mask, and Zhao Wushuang couldn't see his face clearly.

This mask can block the prying eyes of the divine consciousness. This kind of magic weapon is extremely rare and extremely valuable.

The man was dressed in white, ordinary and simple, like a secular scholar, with a strong bookish air on his body, it is not difficult to guess that the face under the mask must be a gentle face.

There were two teacups on the stone table, and the person waved them, and the teacups were filled with hot tea in an instant, and the aroma was tangy and intoxicating.

"You're here? Zhao Wushuang."

Zhao Wushuang's eyes narrowed. This person actually knew his name. Although it was not difficult to do it, it could be seen that he had paid attention to him for a long time.

Not only is the face invisible, but even the aura of this person's body is invisible.

Zhao Wushuang hated this feeling, the feeling of being seen through.

"Who are you?" Zhao Wushuang asked.

"sit."

Zhao Wushuang detected the surrounding situation with his spiritual sense, and when he found something strange, he sat down slowly.

"Drink tea."

The masked man held the teacup in his right hand and the bottom in his left hand, and drank it in one gulp.

"Who are you? What do you want me for?" Zhao Wushuang asked.

The masked man looked in his direction with a pair of eyes, in which Zhao Wushuang actually saw the scene of falling stars!
"Zhao Wushuang, inner sect disciple of Yanyao Holy Land, you are here to look for Huang Xinxuan." The masked man said slowly.

"Feixianlou?" A killing intent flashed in Zhao Wushuang's eyes, and his aura rose slowly, ready to fight at all times.

"Hehe, how can a guy like Feixianlou compare with us?" The masked man smiled softly.

Zhao Wushuang saw deep disdain in his eyes, this kind of look didn't seem to be pretended, but a real thought.

"Since you are not from Feixianlou, who are you?" Zhao Wushuang asked.

This person was full of mystery, and Zhao Wushuang felt a deep sense of uneasiness.

"Who am I?" The masked man nodded slightly, as if thinking about how to answer Zhao Wushuang's question.

The two remained silent like this, the teacup in front of Zhao Wushuang was still steaming, and the water mist curled up.

(End of this chapter)