My Wife, Something is Wrong

Signatures completed.

After Xu Xinghe carefully checked everyone's identity, he announced the start of the competition.

The contestants included five countries and three sects.

Including Piaomiao Xianzong.

Everyone was surprised to see that Piaomiao Xianzong also signed a life and death contract.

Three countries and one sect voluntarily withdrew from the competition.

The remaining two countries were Da Yan and Jin.

The remaining two sects were Piaomiao Xianzong and Tianxiong Sect, which had just participated in the competition.

At this time, the practitioners in the audience had begun to discuss in a low voice.

"Didn't they say that the three major sects would only fight for the two large spiritual mines? Why is the Piaomiao Sect going to take the stage now? Isn't this bullying?"

"Someone should need that longevity pill."

"Hmph, probably targeting Dayan. Back then, at the border of Dayan, the Piaomiao Sect lost all its face..."

"Which one is Dayan?"

"That's over there. See, the one in the red skirt protected in the middle is the queen of Dayan..."

"Tsk tsk, such a small country actually killed so many talented disciples of the Piaomiao Sect on the stage, and now it's still safe and sound. It seems that Dayan is not simple either."

At this time, Xu Xinghe had someone make the lots.

The four teams just drew lots to decide each other's opponents, and the two winning teams would enter the final competition.

This way, a lot of time can be saved.

The four teams drew lots in turn.

Xu Xinghe and the two gray-robed old men took the lots in their hands and unfolded them to check directly.

It just so happened that Da Yan and Tian Xiong Zong caught each other and became opponents.

The remaining battle was naturally between Jin Guo and Piao Miao Xian Zong.

A golden-haired old man from Jin Guo suddenly said "Pooh" and said bad luck, then turned around and whispered with others.

Then, one of the old men left the crowd and walked towards Jiu Tian Yao Tai.

The reason why they were not afraid of Piao Miao Xian Zong was that they were a vassal state of Jiu Tian Yao Tai, and their old king had amazing cultivation talent. After abdication, he became an elder of Jiu Tian Yao Tai.

They were also very interested in the longevity pill.

However, now the first opponent was directly Piao Miao Xian Zong, and they immediately hesitated, so they sent someone to ask Jiu Tian Yao Tai for his opinion.

Not long after.

The old man came back, whispered a few words to others, and then went on stage to tell Xu Xinghe that he would withdraw from the competition.

In this way, Piao Miao Xian Zong would have a bye.

Da Yan and Tian Xiong Zong will fight a decisive battle, and the winner will continue to fight Piao Miao Xian Zong.

Seeing this, all the cultivators below the stage started to discuss again with dissatisfaction.

At this time, Yueyang Tower of Piaomiao Xianzong suddenly walked onto the stage, bowed to the crowd and said: "The competition for this longevity pill is because our disciples need it, not because of greed or bullying. After discussing with the elders, this time in the competition for the longevity pill, my Piaomiao Xianzong will only send three people at most, and no matter the victory or defeat, there will be no more people on the stage."

These words suppressed the discussion a little.

After Yueyang Tower finished speaking, he bowed to Xu Xinghe on the side and walked off the stage.

In fact, with the status of their Piaomiao Xianzong, they naturally didn't need to go on stage to explain to everyone.

This explanation was naturally not all explained to other sects and countries, but to the other two major immortal sects, for fear of causing dissatisfaction on the other side.

After all, they will have to compete for the spiritual mine later.

And everyone knows that their Piaomiao Xianzong has a grudge against Dayan, so naturally they can't do it too obviously.

Xu Xinghe glanced at the audience and announced the official start of the competition.

The first person to go on stage from Tianxiong Sect was a young man named Jia Cong.

The young man had long gray-brown hair, was nearly two meters tall, had bare arms, bulging muscles, and carried a nine-foot-long golden broadsword on his shoulders. His pupils were also golden, and his whole aura was extremely fierce.

His cultivation was at the early stage of the Grand Master.

When everyone in Dayan saw this and was discussing who would go up first, Fairy Zixia said, "This person seems to be born with supernatural power, and his swordsmanship should also be very fierce. It just so happens that my fists haven't fought such a hard battle for a long time, so let me go up in this competition."

Everyone looked at her.

Bai Yishan thought for a moment and nodded, "It's just right for Master Zixia to go up, it's just right for young people to face young people. But be careful, this person's pupils are golden, and there is also a layer of light golden light on his skin. His explosive power and defense should be very strong. Master Zixia must not be careless."

Fairy Zixia nodded and walked onto the battle stage.

Zhuang Zhiyan turned his head and looked at Linghu Qingzhu next to him, wondering: "Qingzhu, why did you go up to sign just now?"

It is said that with this girl's personality, it is impossible for her to take the initiative to do such a thing.

Linghu Qingzhu's eyes passed through the battle stage and looked at the crowd of Piaomiao Xianzong opposite. He was silent for a while and said: "Revenge."

"Revenge?"

Zhuang Zhiyan was stunned when he heard this, and then he remembered that she was almost killed because of her soft-heartedness in the competition at the border of Dayan.

"Revenge is indeed necessary."

Zhuang Zhiyan nodded and said, "But don't be careless. By the way, Qingzhu, what is your current level of cultivation? Last time I asked Zixia, she hesitated and didn't tell me."

Linghu Qingzhu paused and said calmly, "In the early stage of Guiyi, late stage of Grandmaster."

As soon as these words came out, Zhuang Zhiyan was shocked and opened his mouth wide.

Luo Ling and Luo Shang from Xianyun Pavilion next to them, Master Ning Yuan and others from Jinchan Temple, and even Bai Yishan all had expressions of astonishment on their faces.

"Return... to the realm of unity?"

"Grandmaster... later stage?"

For a moment, everyone froze in place, with dull faces.

You must know that Luo Ling, the ancestor of Xianyun Pavilion, is also in the late stage of the God Transformation Realm.

And Zhuang Zhiyan, the ancestor of the Lingxiao Sect, is only at the middle stage of the Grand Master...

"You...you are at a higher level than your ancestor...?"

"And he's also cultivating both body and soul..."

"This...how do you practice this?"

"Amitabha, you monster, you monster!"

As soon as this news came out, it was an earth-shattering shock, and everyone in Dayan was stunned.

Zhuang Zhiyan was speechless.

"Master Linghu Peak, you...how do you practice? The last time I saw you, you were only at the early stage of the Divine Realm..."

"I remember that a year ago, when Master Linghu Peak went to Qingyun Temple, he was at the late stage of the Great Martial Arts and the realm of God Refining..."

The more people talked, the more shocked and incredible they became.

Linghu Qingzhu, on the other hand, still had a calm expression on his face, but he only glanced at someone in front of him secretly.

"boom!"

At this moment, a loud noise suddenly came from the stage.

The practitioners around the audience took a deep breath.

On the battlefield, Fairy Zixia, who was dressed in a red dress, actually waved her huge fist with shining light, and collided head-on with the sword of the young man named Jia Cong.

The air waves are rolling.

Both figures were shaken and stepped back.

Jia Cong stood firm, immediately held the knife in both hands, roared, and instantly swung the knife to create a storm of sword light, sweeping away again.

The tall and burly body and the fierce golden sword in his hand formed a sharp contrast with the tall and slender figure in a red dress opposite.

However, what surprised everyone was that the fist of the slender and delicate woman turned out to be extremely large, like a hammer, and struck those swords with a "rumbling" sound.

The two fought with swords against fists, fierce against fierce, and their moves were fierce and violent, like a violent storm. In the blink of an eye, they had fired hundreds of moves, and they became more and more brave as they fought.

"Zixia is so strong! I never thought that she could break through the Grand Master at such a young age."

"That girl has been born with supernatural powers since she was a child, and the skills she cultivates have always been based on strength, but her temper is not hot at all."

"Senior Zhuang, this generation of Lingxiao Sect is really full of talents, which is enviable."

Although Zhuang Zhiyan was a little embarrassed, he was also very pleased and proud, and sighed: "No wonder people say that the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, and each wave is higher than the last. I can be considered worthy of the ancestors of the Lingxiao Sect."

The two men fought fiercely on the stage for another half an hour, but there was still no winner.

After a brief pause, Jia Cong held the knife in both hands, grinned and said: "Very good! I, Jia Cong, have not fought so happily in many years! Miss Zixia, I will not be merciful anymore!"

Fairy Zixia clenched her fists and said coldly and arrogantly: "Me too."

After that, the two fought together again.

The sword light and the fist light collided violently at an extremely fast speed, and the loud sound of air blasting was heard continuously from the stage.

Another half hour later.

The two were separated in the blast of air and fell to the ground. They both retreated a distance before stopping.

At this time, both of them were sweating profusely, panting, and exhausted.

The moves of the two were fierce and powerful, but they also consumed a lot of energy in their bodies. After more than an hour of fierce fighting, they were both at the end of their strength.

Jia Cong gasped and looked at the opposite side with admiration and said: "Miss Zixia, you and I are in a chess match and it's hard to tell the winner. So don't waste time. How about we shake hands and make peace? Let's count it as a draw."

Fairy Zixia raised her chin slightly and said, "I'm sorry, I have to win this round. We, Dayan, are just a small country and cannot compare to your Tianxiong Sect. We cannot afford to lose in one round. We are determined to win that longevity pill."

Jia Cong's eyes flashed, and he stared at her for a few more times. He suddenly put away the golden knife in his hand, cupped his hands and said, "In that case, Jia must admit defeat in this round. Jia claims to be born with supernatural power, and he is of the same level. No one can resist my Kaitian Seventy-Two Knives, but Miss Zixia resisted with her fists and did not lose. Jia is extremely impressed by this round. She feels ashamed and has to admit defeat."

Fairy Zixia, however, clenched her fists without letting down her guard at all, and said coldly: "Then you go down first."

Jia Cong smiled slightly, his eyes brightening, and said, "Miss Zixia is so cute."

Then he raised his hands to Xu Xinghe in the corner and said, "Senior, this junior will admit defeat in this round."

Xu Xinghe nodded and announced: "In the first round, Dayan wins!"

Fairy Zixia then slowly put away her skills, her two huge fists quickly transformed back into their original small pink fists, and the fierce aura on her body also quickly subsided.

She bowed respectfully to Xu Xinghe, turned around, and walked towards the bottom of the fighting platform.

Jia Cong suddenly said again: "Fairy Zixia, I would like to ask, are you married?"

Fairy Zixia was stunned when she heard this, then turned her head and smiled, with bright eyes and white teeth, as beautiful as a flower: "Of course we are married, and we have several children."

After saying that, the red dress fluttered down the battlefield like the charming sunset on the horizon.

Jia Cong stayed on the battlefield, his face a little stiff.

"Brother Jia, come down quickly, I'll fight the second round!"

The burly young man named Shi Potian suddenly jumped onto the stone platform carrying the war hammer he had just won. He looked at the people in Da Yan below the stage with a defiant look and said, "Who in Da Yan wants to fight?"

The people in Da Yan looked at him and the war hammer on his shoulder with a solemn expression.

"This man is a mid-stage Grandmaster, and his defense and explosive power are stronger than that of Jia Cong. He was injured in the previous competition, but he recovered so quickly."

"The power of his war hammer is at the level of a spiritual treasure. Coupled with his own strength, I am afraid that even a late-stage Grandmaster would find it difficult to defeat him."

When everyone was discussing in a low voice, Zhuang Zhiyan sighed and said, "It seems that I have to fight this round. Although it is not good to bully the weak with the old, our Da Yan cannot compare with other big sects."

"I'll go."

At this time, a cold voice suddenly sounded beside him.

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