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Chapter 650 Nie Shi Nie Liang
People from various schools participating in the martial arts performance in the square have never seen such a scene.

It's almost like the coming of the immortal Buddha. The two high-level practitioners of the immortal Buddha are like the land gods, with different temperaments.

The people participating in the martial arts performance don't know who are on the high platform.

I don't know the status of those monks, let alone their cultivation realm.

Yue Zhenshan crosses the void by relying on the void to control the wind.

There was no leak of power, as if there was something invisible supporting him to walk.

With condescending eyes, sweeping all directions, completely letting go of his aura, refining the blood of the dragon clan, and cultivating into the true body of the dragon, Yue Zhenshan's aura is full of unquestionable domineering majesty.

The dragon clan belongs to the clan of gods and beasts, and the gods are as powerful as hell.

Coupled with Yue Zhenshan's own cultivation, this made the pupils of the monks of all factions in the square shrink.

Yue Zhenshan didn't let go of his aura. Everyone thought that Yue Zhenshan was just like them, an ordinary monk.

Many practitioners even took Yue Zhenshan as a victim.

Looking at it now, whoever takes this Sect Master Yue as a fool is a fucking idiot.

"I don't like to say those long-winded big words that are offensive, and then I will go straight to the point."

"This time the factions are performing martial arts, divided into ten groups to compete, adopting the rule of random draw, and fighting against each other in pairs."

"The winner goes up, the loser goes down."

"You can get a bottle of energy-invigorating pill by defending the ring nine times, and each ring leader can enter the final ranking."

"Next, my senior brother Leng Quanfeng will preside over it for everyone."

The powerful words resounded all around and clearly entered the ears of everyone in the square.

Just as Yue Zhenshan finished speaking, the sound waves in the huge square soared into the sky.

Seeing this, Yue Zhenshan nodded in satisfaction, and returned to the high platform in a flash.

Brother Leng Quanfeng brought the monks from the Martial God Pavilion into the arena. After several years of development, the Martial God Pavilion, coupled with the resources provided by Yue Zhenshan, has attracted many masters. The ten judges who preside over the martial arts are all third-tier warriors.

Next to the ring, the referees began to draw lots in turn.

"Zuo Shubing, No. 1 in the first group!"

"You Jingjie, No. 2 in the first group!"

"Yan Wanqin, number 3 of the first group."

Ten groups were numbered at the same time, and each ring group had only about twenty or thirty people. After spending about ten minutes, all the disciples who participated in the martial arts performance of various schools had been numbered.

The preparations are complete, and the draw battle begins.

Disciples of various sects flew onto the ring one after another.

With the referee's order, they began to fight against their opponents.

The figure on the ring dashed left and right, and the fight exploded with great energy, which was extremely exciting.

All the monks in the square applauded.

The ranking of martial arts performances of various factions is generally considered fair.

The draw seems to be completely out of order,

But in fact, for the sake of general fairness, Yue Zhenshan asked the referee's disciples to assign different rings.

Disciples with different cultivation bases are also distinguished.

For example, in a very weak sect, among its disciples, there is not a single Qi Refining Realm.

These sect disciples in the forging state are grouped into one ring.

Cultivators who have reached the realm of Qi training and are in the acquired realm are classified as a ring.

The disciples who have reached the innate realm are divided into another arena.

If no distinction is made, there will be a one-sided situation.

Then, according to the proportion of the number, random selection is carried out.

For example, the disciples who are qualified to participate in the martial arts performance of various factions this time can be roughly divided into three realms, namely the realm of physical training, the realm of acquired strength, and the realm of innate.

The ratio of the three is about 5:3:1. When the referees draw, they will also draw according to this ratio to ensure the general fairness in each group arena.

If a completely random method is used, there may be a group of disciples who are all innate realm disciples.

While the odds are slim, it's not impossible.

If this happens, it will become a joke for all schools to perform martial arts, and it is naturally impossible to let this happen.

On the arena, the disciples of the various sects fighting back and forth fought back and forth.

From time to time, there were cheers from fellow students around the arena.

"In the ninth group, Lizong Xiong Tieniu vs. Nie Jiazhuang Nie Liang."

"Um!?"

On the competition arena, the two names read out by the referee caught Yue Zhenshan's attention.

A disciple of Lizong, Yue Zhenshan asked his apprentices Xiong Tieniu and Xingzi to participate in the martial arts performance.

In the square, Xiong Tieniu, who was resting with his eyes closed, heard the majestic voice of the referee from the ring.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and finally it was his turn to play.

Tidy up, and leap forward.

Like a swift, it crossed ten feet across the sky and flew to the No. [-] ring.

At the same time, a gust of wind was also blowing up on the opposite side, like a storm, coming to the opposite side of the ring.

With an elegant figure, not inferior to himself, Xiong Tieniu began to get serious.

"Innate realm, it seems that my luck is good!"

"The opponent is quite strong."

The opponent, Nie Liang, has a Chinese face and a very strong figure.

This person was half naked from the upper body, and the bulging muscles on his body seemed to be made of steel.

On his back was a machete that was half the height of a man, and the blade seemed to be overflowing with cold air.

when!
The tip of the knife hit the ring, and the impact sent out a series of sparks.

The blue light on the edge of Senhan's edge swirls and swirls, which looks very special.

"Nie Liang, Niejiazhuang, please give me more advice!!"

"We are both in the innate realm, so we dare not take advice, and we all learn from each other."

After the two sides saluted, the referee began to check the status of the two.

Let the two stand on the east and west sides of the arena first, and then let the two enter the state of preparation, and then announce the start of the competition.

Following the referee's order, Nie Liang began to act.

He rushed forward violently, but his sturdy figure was as swift as a thunderstorm.

Everyone in the audience only had time to see a gray afterimage flash in the air, and a big knife had already drawn a thick arc in midair and landed in front of Xiong Tieniu.

Nie Family Sword Technique: A Glimpse of Shock!
boom! ! !
The person was still in mid-air, and the burst of saber energy instantly extended.

The saber energy of tens of meters exploded around Xiong Tieniu, and Xiong Tieniu practiced the martial arts created by Yue Zhenshan.

Wu Dian is a combination of iron cloth shirt and Xingyi boxing, which is both internal and external.

Xiong Tieniu, who was in the innate realm, propped up a thick shield of true qi to resist the damage from the saber qi explosion.

Then, like a black bear, he ruthlessly approached Nie Liang's inner circle.

Within ten meters of Nie Liang, Xiong Tieniu's right palm instantly gathered a cloud of innate zhenqi, his arm seemed to become thicker under the strengthening of innate zhenqi, and the palm of his hand was like a cattail fan, digging toward the opponent's chest.

However, Nie Liang's movement is very fast.

Brought out afterimages, and quickly retreated.

The palm like a fan of a bear, an iron bull, and a cattail palm slapped on the ring,

The arena made of Qinggang stone deep in the ground shook instantly, and the palm prints were clearly printed on the Qinggang stone arena.

Nie Liang noticed this detail.

Nie Liang was instantly alerted that the opponent in front of him was probably only half his age.

But the cultivation of martial arts is very frightening.

(End of this chapter)