As soon as the referee finished speaking, cheers immediately sounded from Wanliu Mountain. Although there was basically no suspense in the first game, the highly anticipated final finally began. After the cultivators in Wanliu Mountain cheered, they began to discuss.

"This game must be a bloody man who won. The crow's mouth has no chance of winning at all, and the gap in strength is too big..."

"Tsk, you still need to say this. It must be the Blood Evil Man who wins. The strength of the Crow's mouth is not enough. I'm guessing whether the Crow's mouth will die under the sword of the Blood Evil Man who!"

"Hey, I've long been disgusted with the crow's mouth. It's better to die. With the character of the Xuesha ruthless man, most of the boy would be killed directly. There is never an example of the person who fought with the Xuesha ruthless man!"

While others were talking, the stand where the disciples of Jiange were located was filled with tension. This game was too different than their strength. Everyone knew the character of the blood-devil man and was worried that Qing Zhenming would be in danger of his life.

Si Yixiu frowned, his face full of worry, and he reminded: "Zhen Ming, you must be careful when you go to the ring, otherwise you will admit defeat directly. I am a little worried that the cruel and cruel person will kill him!"

Qing Zhenming, who has always been careless, looked solemn at this time and could no longer laugh. He met the strongest man from the younger generation in the first game, which put a lot of pressure on him.

Qing Zhenming smiled bitterly and said, "Our disciples of Jian Pavilion never admit defeat. Although I am also afraid of death, I have to take a try. Even if I die, I will not fall into the reputation of Jian Pavilion! Okay, senior brothers and juniors don't have to say much, I'll go to the ring!"

After Qing Zhenming finished speaking, his eyes showed a determined look, and he was ready to die generously. At this time, he was like a true swordsman.

Qing Zhenming flew onto the ring, and Xiao Cheng followed him to the ring. The two were more than 500 meters apart and looked at each other. Xiao Cheng looked calm, but he felt funny in his heart. His fate was absurd and bizarre. Who would have thought that their uncle and nephew would draw their swords toward each other one day.

Qing Zhenming tried hard to keep this calm, but he couldn't help but tremble slightly. Although the person in front of him did not exude any momentum, under the accumulation of power, he was still extremely nervous and could not control the fear in his heart.

Xiao Cheng pretended to be indifferent and said coldly: "You'd better go down by yourself, so that I won't do anything!"

Qing Zhenming really wanted to jump down by himself at this time. He would rather face a hundred peak Jindan powerhouses than confront the blood evil spirits. It is hard to describe his life in vain...

Qing Zhenming swallowed a mouthful of saliva secretly, yelled with his neck, "My disciple of Jiange would rather die than admit defeat. I know that your strength is far higher than me, but it is impossible to let me admit defeat by myself. Take action, life and death are fate and wealth are in heaven!"

"Heaven?" Xiao Cheng glanced at the clear sky indifferently and said coldly: "I think life and death are still up to me. Heaven is not reliable. Maybe you will be humiliated at any time!"

It was not beyond his expectations that Qing Zhenming did not admit defeat directly, and he was not disappointed. Instead, he looked up to Qing Zhenming, the junior nephew who had the best relationship with him. Although he was usually careless, he was able to stick to his principles at critical moments, which was rare.

Qing Zhenming was slightly stunned, not understanding why the blood-devil man said this to him. There seemed to be some profound meaning in this sentence, and he didn't understand it for a while.

After Xiao Cheng finished speaking, he was unwilling to waste time. He first solved Qing Zhenming before talking about it. Xiao Cheng suddenly shook his true energy, his body disappeared in place, and turned into a afterimage, rushing towards Qing Zhenming quickly.

Xiao Cheng's speed was extremely fast at this time. With Qing Zhenming's cultivation and strength, he had no time to react, so Xiao Cheng had already arrived in front of Qing Zhenming.

Qing Zhenming's pupils shrank sharply, and he didn't expect that the speed of the Blood Evil Man could be so fast, as if it was faster than the junior uncle. Qing Zhenming felt the majestic momentum emitted by the Blood Evil Man, and his heart was beating wildly. Will he die like this?

Of course, Xiao Cheng would not hurt Qing Zhenming. He reached out to pinch Qing Zhenming's left wrist and injected a stream of true energy to completely suppress Qing Zhenming's true energy, making Qing Zhenming unable to resist for a short time...

In the blink of an eye, the Blood Evil Man stopped Qing Zhenming. Tens of millions of cultivators in Wanliushan immediately held their breath. What will happen next moment? How will the Blood Evil Man treat Qing Zhenming?

The disciples of Jiange who were present in the stands stood up, and many people couldn't help but shout Qing Zhenming's name, and were very anxious...

Xiao Cheng didn't care what Qingzhen was meditating at this time. He flew up Qingzhen Ming's wheel with his right hand. He circled the wheel and threw Qingzhen Ming out of the ring. The diameter of the ring was three thousand meters, and the two happened to be in the center of the ring, and were at least more than one thousand meters away from the edge of the ring.

Qing Zhenming groaned and found that the scenery in front of him quickly retreated, his body lost its center of gravity, and flew quickly to the light curtain on the ring. Qing Zhen meditated and made an action, but his true energy was completely suppressed and he could not activate a trace of true energy at all.

From a distance, Qing Zhenming drew a parabola in the sky above the ring, flying out of the ring like a broken kite. In the blink of an eye, he had already passed through the light curtain and came outside the ring.

Qing Zhenming flew outside the ring and regained his ability to move. He immediately used his sword weapon to stabilize his body. He looked at the calm and composed Blood Evil Man in the center of the ring in surprise. He couldn't believe it. Blood Evil Man let him go easily.

Qing Zhenming was covered in cold sweat, as if he had been fished out of the water. He thought he was just finished. Fortunately, the blood-dead man let him go. While he was nervous, he felt a burst of ecstasy of surviving his life.

"Thank you, Mr. Ning, for showing mercy!" Qing Zhenming bowed to the ruthless blood demon man from the air, his tone was extremely sincere.

Tens of millions of cultivators on Wanliu Mountain saw that the ring was over in the blink of an eye. They looked at each other and felt that it was coming too fast and not as intense as they imagined. Then a loud cheer burst out and loudly cheered.

The throwing seemed nothing happened just now, but the people on Wanliu Mountain were all cultivators, so of course they knew the power of it.

Throwing a person of more than 100 kilograms for more than a thousand meters can make the blood-devil ruthless man have how much physical strength? This move alone is not something that the young generation of Dongfang today can do. The blood-devil ruthless man is indeed well-known.

Xiao Cheng waved his hand and did not take Qing Zhenming's thanks to him. As the uncle of Jiange, he could not hurt Qing Zhenming, and this was not a great move.

"The first round of the finals, Ning Suan won!" The referee on Quetai announced in a deep voice.

In the stands by the cliff, the disciples of Jiange all breathed a sigh of relief. Qing Zhenming was in danger and was finally in danger of his life. It seemed that the blood-harming ruthless man was not as bloodthirsty as he imagined.

At the front of the stands, Ning Qianyu and Ning Qianxi sat side by side. Ning Qianyu breathed a sigh of relief. She was really afraid that the blood-killing man would take action to kill Qing Zhenming. After all, Qing Zhenming was an acquaintance with her and had helped her, let alone which woman didn't want her lover to be a hero who was righteous.

"Sister, look, I said he is not as crazy as I thought. He still has principles and will not kill people randomly!" Ning Qianyu couldn't help but smile, and Xiao Cheng threw Qing Zhenming out of the field, making her face shine.

Ning Qianxi only felt ridiculous and terrible. Xiao Cheng was Qing Zhenming’s junior uncle. How could he hurt Qing Zhenming? This was completely reasonable. He nodded slightly and said, “Yeah, just have principles!”

At this time, Ning Qianxi couldn't help but think of the pursuit after the Taishan Race. She led Kunlun disciples to chase Xiao Cheng for dozens of miles. Xiao Cheng was chased by her and ran away with her head in her arms. At that time, she didn't know that Xiao Cheng was her senior brother... Thinking of the past, she felt a little funny.

Seeing that Ning Qianxi was worried or happy, Ning Qianyu couldn't touch her mind. She always felt that her sister seemed a little strange today, but she couldn't say anything strange...

At the end of the first game, Xiao Cheng won the competition without any suspense and has advanced to the quarterfinals of the second round. He is probably the easiest person in the first round.

Xiao Cheng flew down from the ring and glanced at the tough senior sister in the main stand in the middle of the way, but found that the senior sister seemed to be distracted. He couldn't help but be curious about what this tough senior sister was thinking.

As soon as Xiao Cheng returned to the stands, nine staff members brought him tea and water, and brought him the best spiritual fruits. Only the elders could enjoy this kind of treatment. Of course, Xiao Cheng would not be polite.

The first round of the finals will be held in the morning, and the second round will be held in the afternoon. If as expected, the second round in the afternoon will be a duel between him and Yan Taiqing. Xiao Cheng is very much looking forward to the duel with Yan Taiqing.

After ten minutes of rest, the referee announced that the second game was started. The second game was Yan Taiqing against the beast master James of the Western God Pet Hall.

This competition is highly concerned by cultivators. On the one hand, because Yan Taiqing is very famous, he is likely to become the leader of the Kunlun Sect in the future. On the other hand, this competition is a duel between the East and the West. The cultivators naturally hope that Yan Taiqing can defeat the Western powerhouses and serve Yang Wei, the Eastern cultivation world.

The two flew onto the ring, and Wan Liushan immediately cheered, and Xiao Cheng also raised his spirits. He would not underestimate any opponent. Yan Taiqing was his opponent in the second game. Of course, he had to see what level Yan Taiqing's strength reached.

In the ring, in addition to Yan Taiqing and James, there was also a fire lion with blazing flames and a strong white bear. These two strange beasts were of course the pet beast master James.

Western beast masters belong to a branch of magicians, which are somewhat similar to the East's beast master methods. The beast master itself does not have much strength and depends entirely on pet beasts to fight. The stronger the pet beasts are, the more numerous the number, the stronger the beast masters will be. In the West, it is an extremely terrifying group of people. The biggest weakness of beast masters is of course the fear of being approached by the enemy.

Both of James' pet beasts are extremely powerful. They have reached the fourth level of the first realm of the heaven. The big white bear is definitely used for defense, while the fire lion is used for attack, so as to achieve the goal of both offense and defense.

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Chapter completed!