The cultivation of immortality by mortals begins with the abandoned children of the river

Amid the discussion of the crowd, the ninth match also ended quickly.

A Lindan Peak disciple was kicked in the shoulder by a leg, and flew off the high platform like a straw. He rolled several times on the ground before he lost the force. He lay on the ground like gold paper and spit out a large mouthful of blood. It seems that he was seriously injured.

Tong Dachuan sighed for a long time, threw a pill into the disciple's mouth, and helped him up with his own hands.

"Peak Master, I am incompetent."

The disciple was ashamed and did not dare to look at Tong Dachuan. He muttered to himself and apologized.

"Don't blame you. It's me who has been injured for decades, neglected the peak affairs, and used up all the resources in the peak. Today's situation is all my fault."

Tong Dachuan reached out and patted the disciple's shoulder, his expression full of self-blame and guilt.

There was only one last duel left in the whole venue.

At this time, Zhan Nianchuan, who had been standing silently, began to become conspicuous.

Only then did he open his eyes as if waking up from a dream and look at the platform.

This naturally attracted countless ridicules and sarcasms. Everyone looked at him with a smile, and made various comments without hesitation:

"What kind of person is this? Qi Condensation Level 3? Not as good as me."

"How can Lin Danfeng be so weak, my God."

"Is there still a fight? The peak of Qi Condensation Level 6 vs. Qi Condensation Level 3, one level of cultivation is one level of heaven, this is a difference of three levels of heaven."

"What else does this kid have besides being handsome? His cultivation is so low, there is nothing to watch, let's go."

Amidst the doubts and ridicules, Zhan Nianchuan looked indifferent, quietly waiting for the white-robed elder to announce the start of the fight.

Ever since he watched the fight between Lin Hongzhi and Li Mubai, he has been closing his eyes and thinking about the various confusions he encountered in his cultivation, and he didn't care about the wins and losses of others at all.

"You are only at the third level of Qi Condensation. Are you sure you want to fight me?"

"I see you have been sleeping. Have you woken up? Do you want me to wake you up with a big slap?"

"Admit defeat. Admitting defeat now can save your life."

The tall young man from Yunlong Peak looked contemptuous, his small eyes were full of disdain, and his tone of voice was very asking for a beating.

Zhan Nianchuan smiled faintly, and when he was about to speak, a soft voice sounded, which made Zhan Nianchuan feel very comfortable.

"Junior brother Zhan, why don't you admit defeat? It's not shameful."

The one who spoke was naturally Tong Xi. She looked at Zhan Nianchuan with a worried look on her face. Anyway, he had already lost nine games, so there was no need for Zhan Nianchuan to take risks again.

"Boy, forget it if you are not sure. I don't blame you." Tong Dachuan also spoke, and this was also very heartwarming to Zhan Nianchuan's ears.

"Thank you, Master Feng and Master Tong, for your concern. I am confident that I can deal with him."

Zhan Nianchuan smiled faintly, took a half step forward, and calmly looked at the tall young man from Yunlong Peak.

This action immediately attracted everyone's attention. The sharp contrast between the two standing together caused an uproar.

The tall young man sneered, glanced at Zhan Nianchuan and said:

"You have a good eye, you chose me, Iron Fist Peng Qi, to send you off."

As soon as these words came out, the disciples watching were in an uproar again, and some even took a few steps back.

"Peng Qi, this guy is a ruthless guy who completely broke his opponent's sternum with one punch in the last session."

"Yes, his opponent at that time was a beauty from Qingling Peak. He punched her hard even after the winner was decided. I heard that she was almost dead. This guy's attack was too ruthless."

"I heard that in the last group battle, the people from Qingling Peak surrounded him and beat him regardless of winning or losing. The cold and beautiful lady even broke all his hands and feet."

Listening to the whispers of the surrounding disciples, Zhan Nianchuan had a little understanding of the tall young man in front of him, so he nodded and told the truth:

"Peng Qi? Never heard of him, Iron Fist? I haven't heard of him either."

As soon as these words came out, Peng Qi's face immediately became gloomy, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent without any concealment.

The ten outer disciples of Yunlong Peak who were watching nearby looked at Zhan Nianchuan with cold eyes. Li Mubai even patted Peng Qi on the shoulder and said loudly:

"Old Peng, did you hear that? This kid looks down on you. Let's teach him a lesson."

"Don't worry, boss. This kid will definitely not be able to climb down from this high platform today." Peng Qi grinned, moved his hands and feet, and his joints crackled. He took out a pair of boxing gloves and put them on slowly. There was a spiritual light on them, and it turned out to be a magic weapon.

After putting on the boxing gloves, his whole momentum soared, and the rolling murderous aura pressed directly towards Zhan Nianchuan.

To everyone's surprise, Zhan Nianchuan looked extremely calm, and looked directly at Peng Qi without changing his expression.

Peng Qi looked at Zhan Nianchuan, his anger burning. He was a violent and petty villain, and he was despised by Zhan Nianchuan, who had a low cultivation level, in public. This made him want to tear Zhan Nianchuan in half.

Feeling Peng Qi's tangible killing intent, the people around him couldn't help but be silent and took a step back.

Such a strong killing aura!

Zhan Nianchuan looked calm, ignoring Peng Qi in front of him, and just turned his head to look at the white-clothed elder who was presiding over the duel.

"Can we start?"

The white-clothed elder was slightly stunned, looked at Zhan Nianchuan deeply, and then announced loudly:

"The last match of the two peaks' duel, number ten will go on stage!"

As soon as the voice fell, two figures jumped onto the high platform, stood opposite each other, and the fighting spirit rose.

To everyone's surprise, Zhan Nianchuan actually slowly put the long sword into the storage bag. This unusual behavior caused an uproar among the onlookers, and even the elders sitting on the high platform looked puzzled.

"Boy, do you want to admit defeat? Get down obediently, and you can still save your worthless life." Peng Qi saw Zhan Nianchuan's behavior, with a look of disdain on his face, and his whole body relaxed.

"Killing you is like slaughtering pigs and dogs, why use a sword!"

As soon as these words came out, the whole audience was in an uproar, and the discussion swept the whole audience like a tsunami.

"Arrogant!" Tong Dachuan's face was extremely ugly, and he was deeply angry. He wanted to drag Zhan Nianchuan off the stage and beat him up.

What right do you have? A third-level Qi Condensation beat a sixth-level one, and a weapon with bare hands? It doesn't matter if you lose, where do you put my old face? Although today is embarrassing enough.

"Haha, Senior Brother Tong, the disciples of Guifeng are very confident. They can beat the sixth level without using magic weapons. It seems that the disciples of Yunlongfeng are not that weak." Bai Tianchi's words were full of sarcasm. He was really angry.

They actually regarded Yunlongfeng as nothing!

Tong Dachuan's face was livid and he said nothing.

Seeing her father like this, Tong Xi had to quietly walk a few steps to the platform. Although she was also very dissatisfied with Zhan Nianchuan, she would never allow anyone to seriously injure Zhan Nianchuan.

Lin Hongzhi, who had been dejected beside him, finally raised his head. He looked at Zhan Nianchuan standing proudly on the platform and smiled bitterly.

"You are a waste. Do you think you deserve to win?!"