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This will be Ou Chuyang's first game. His opponent Chen Xiao comes from the camp of Qigu Valley, and his farming is in the early stage of pulse condensation. At the last comprehensive faction military meeting, he ranked 105.

Although the ranking of 105 does not sound impressive, at that time, Chen Xiao was at the peak of bone forging. Now three years later, his strength has improved greatly than before. More than half of the disciples in front of him were unable to participate in the comprehensive factional military conference due to their age. It can be said that this time, Chen Xiao will definitely enter the top 100.

Mu Qinghong watched the game from a distance. So far, this Ou Chuyang has matched the youth described by Mu Qianyu. He is about 16 or 17 years old, and his practice is at the peak of bone forging, and may even be enough to enter the pulse condensation period.

Mu Qinghong was waiting for Ou Chuyang to take out his weapon. If it was a spear, she would definitely be able to do it. Or, if he used the true nature of lightning, it would definitely confirm her suspicion.

In Mu Qinghong's eyes, Ou Chuyang's opponent's power was almost insurmountable. Well, at least, she could see how Ou Chuyang would deal with his opponent.

On the stage, Chen Xiao held a small flag and smiled at Ou Chuyang. "It's already great that an excellent bone forging boy can stand on this stage. Unfortunately, you are not lucky, and the first person you meet is me."

Chen Xiao didn't even regard Ou Chuyang as an opponent. He was still a genius who could fight his opponent. Only the opponent in the intermediate pulse condensation period deserved his full strength. For a person with a lower cultivation than him, this is just a step away to solve.

"Huh?" When Chen Xiao saw Ou Chuyang closing his eyes, he had not finished speaking.

What is this guy doing? Did he look down on me? Chen Xiao frowned. He wanted to take Ou Chuyang off the stage through casual actions, but given Ou Chuyang's blatant disrespect, he decided to give Ou Chuyang a humble lesson.

"The competition has begun!"

When the referee's voice stopped, Chen Xiao immediately waved his flag, and a series of symbols hovered in his hands like a liquid rainbow, which was fascinating. However, once Chen Xiao waved his flag, the beautiful symbols merged together and turned into a sharp and deadly weapon.

Compared with all the actions Chen Xiao took, Ou Chuyang just opened his eyes.

Bang!

Countless visions and images poured into Chen Xiao's mind. His body trembled, his students lost their attention, and then, his body slowly sank into the ground and fell into a heavy dilemma.

Ou Chuyang slowly turned around and left. The audience sitting around the stage was stunned.

"Hmm? What happened?"

"Did that martial artist named Ou Chuyang even take action? His movements were too fast, and I couldn't even see it clearly."

"He hasn't moved... He just looked..."

"How is that possible?"

Since it was the group stage, Ou Chuyang's sixth group did not have direct disciples from the seven deep valleys. Therefore, the audience was not large. Most of the audience watched more famous disciples in different regions. As for the audience, their own martial arts cultivation was not very high, so they could not see the mysterious and strange principles that just happened.

"It's actually a soul attack..." Mu Qinghong's slender eyebrows pressed together. Mu Qianyu did not say that Ou Chuyang could use the soul attack. She had always counted on Ou Chuyang with the true nature of spear or thunder, but she thought Ou Chuyang could not win by relying solely on soul attacks. Could Ou Chuyang's soul attack be stronger than his spear game? Or is his opponent not worthy of his use of spear? "I understand, this is the soul power genius that has caused a stir recently," In the contestant's waiting area, a young man wearing a half-silver mask was having a cup of tea and leisurely observed the arena. Looking at his behavior, it was obvious that he had never taken this group stage to heart. The mask he was wearing was very strange, and it only covered the right half of his face. But from the exposed place, it can be seen that he was a handsome man with a feminine and delicate mood.

The masked man is indeed qualified to be proud. His farming has reached the late stage of the pulse condensation period, and he is also a core disciple of the Seven Pro Valley Phantom Sect. He is also one of the sixth group of seed players.

There is a huge difference in power between the core disciples and ordinary disciples in the seven deep valleys. The core disciples not only have outstanding talents, but also have more resources. Therefore, their power is usually several times that of ordinary disciples.

"Oh? Are Big Brother interested in this boy?" asked a young man next to a man wearing a mask. The young man was carrying a very careful teapot and could fill the tea cup at any time.

"He is not worthy of my interest in him. It's just that I happen to know how to use soul attacks, and I want to practice with him."

"Big Brother has too many ideas about him. Let "Big Brother" use soul attacks on a boy with strong bones, just like killing a chicken with a giant knife." The young man seized this opportunity and flattered the masked man. This young man was just an ordinary disciple of the seven deep valleys. The seven deep valleys provided far less resources to ordinary disciples than core disciples. Therefore, many ordinary disciples hung on the collars of the core disciples, hoping to get some benefits.

"Well? It's my turn to go on stage now."

The masked man heard the referee calling his name, and he stood up and walked onto the stage. After seeing his game, his eyes brightened.

Luckily! His first game was against a beautiful woman. Not only that, she was young, but she was very well-educated. She was indeed a high-quality girl.

"I am Bi Tinghua from the Phantom School. A beautiful lady. Will you admit defeat? Or do you want me to help you admit failure?" Bi Tinghua said with a smile. The little girl in front of him was only in the middle of bone forging. Her cultivation was less than his entire realm. How could she become his opponent?

Qin Xingxuan gritted her teeth. She didn't know that her first game would deal with such a powerful opponent.

"Xingxuan, admit defeat!"

Ou Chuyang shouted from outside the stage. Ou Chuyang had a good estimate of Qin Xingxuan's strength. At most, she would be able to defeat the early "pulse condensation" martial artist. If she met the intermediate pulse condensation martial artist, she could still have a decent battle. But facing someone who had reached the late pulse condensation period, her chances dropped sharply. Not only that, he was not the later pulse condensation martial artist.

Qin Xingxuan breathed a sigh of relief and said with some displeasure: "I admit that I failed!"

"Bie Tinghua, victory!" the referee announced.

Qin Xingxuan was a little depressed. She lost, not even a fight.

Ou Chuyang gently patted Qin Xingxuan on the shoulder and comforted her, saying, "There is nothing sad. You are only 15 years old and you still have a lot of time. In three years, this stage will be borne by you."

"Yes!" Qin Xingxuan nodded, and she was in a much better mood.

Bi Tinghua seemed to be a little regretful, but then, he looked at Ou Chuyang, then Qin Xingxuan, and suddenly laughed. It seemed that the relationship between the two was not that simple. Things became more and more interesting. Would it be interesting if he could defeat a beautiful girl's lover in front of her?

Bi Tinghua walked off the stage, and his flight attendant immediately walked up with a bright and enthusiastic smile. "Congratulations, your well-deserved brother, Huahua."

"She is just a little girl. If she can't beat me, that's nothing. But, that little girl's talent is very good. If she is arranged among the core disciples of the seven deep valleys, she will be first-class. She is likely to enter the "General Camp" sometime in the future.

As Bi Tinghua thought the referee announced: "In the sixth game, Qian Xiaohu will play against Ling Sen!"

Qian Xiaohu is a dwarf who concentrates on pouring tea for Bi Tinghua. Although this guy is an arrogant little guy, his cultivation is still very good, and he has reached the early stage of pulse condensation. The fact that he can judge through the mountain gate shows that he has some skills.

Qian Xiaohu stood up excitedly when he heard his name being called. "Brother, it's my turn to go on stage. This younger brother is back soon."

Bi Tinghua was not optimistic about Qian Xiaohu's chances. He glanced at Qian Xiaohu's opponent's cultivation and was shocked. Early bone forging? Really? How did he manage to pass the mountain gate trial? Is he a martial artist who performed outstandingly in action skills?

In the mountain gate experiment, martial artists who specialize in action skills have a great advantage over martial artists who specialize in other techniques. Even if their true strength is not the best, they may be confused.

"Haha, brother, I'm so lucky. I can't believe I can face an early bone forging guy. Not only that, he's from 36 countries. I think this guy may only be good at sports skills."

Qian Xiaohu hasn't even made it to the stage, but he is already imagining his own victory. There is a complete planting field between them, and since this person comes from 36 countries, Qian Xiaohu is at least not under pressure.

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As Qian Xiaohu rushed forward, the referee's voice had just stopped, his hands shaped like a tiger's claw. He wanted to end the battle quickly. If he could not cultivate and defeat some low-key early bone condensing martial artists from 36 Bonchikin countries through the early pulse condensation period, he would lose too much face.

This little brother must prove that he has certain value, otherwise, no boss would be willing to waste so many little brothers.

Facing Qian Xiaohu's tiger claws, Ling Sen walked forward calmly. When his halo suddenly burst out, he had not even taken out the heavy sword. The ferocious intention spread, as if it was erasing the sky, and the air on the stage immediately began to thicken. The massacre domain was opened!

Qian Xiaohu suddenly appeared in a bleeding area, facing countless Asura devils, his surroundings had only changed. When they began to rush towards him, these Asura devils let out a terrible scream.

Qian Xiaohu has always been a weak person and will be attracted by others. How could his martial arts heart break up Ling Sen's "massacre field"?

Qian Xiaohu was panicked and his mind was confused. There was no one in his swordsmanship. In fact, he could not even see Ling Sen, and there were only countless Asura devils around him.

Ling Sen took a relaxed step towards Qian Xiaohu and punched him.

Bang!

Qian Xiaohu flew backward until he stepped down, and was still at a loss.

"The sixth game, Ling Sen, win!"

The referee glanced at Ling Sen deeply. To him, Ling Sen was even more surprised than Ou Chuyang, and he was able to expand his murderous intent to one area. The fact that he could use his murderous intent to this extent was simply incredible.

Early bone forging martial artists were actually able to easily defeat early pulse condensation martial artists. Although Qian Xiaohu's strength was ordinary, he was still a disciple of the Seven Deep Valleys. His strength should be much stronger than martial artists from 36 countries.

The audience looked around each other and knew nothing about what had just happened. What happened? Does Qian Xiaohu act like a fool? How could he watch his opponent slam him in the face?

Qian Xiaohu crawled back from the ground and looked pale when he ran away. He was just scared to think of all the devils around him. He never dared to face Ling Sen anymore, as if he was facing a real Asura devil.

"Boss...I..." Qian Xiaohu was still shocked by his experience. He had actually lost to an early bone forging martial artist. He felt ashamed and could not raise his head.

Bi Tinghua ignored Qian Xiaohu at all. His eyes were only looking at Ling Sen, who was still standing on the stage. He held up his chin. Martial artists from 36 countries are becoming more and more interesting. It seems that I have been underestimating them."

The matches are held once and each person has to face 15 competitors each time. In the end, the person who wins the most will move forward. In the 12th game, Ou Chuyang's eyes finally opened, "So there is actually such a master in the sixth group."

The sixth group did not have direct disciples from the seven deep valleys. Ou Chuyang once thought Bi Tinghua was the strongest person here, but now, he actually saw that there was a real master of blue in his team. The cultivation of this young man was at the peak of pulse condensation. Not only that, but his aura was also extremely shocking, enough to scare anyone who looked at him. He was like a peerless sword, standing high above the stage. His eyes were like a sword light piercing into the heart. Even if someone looked at him, they had to bear a lot of pressure.

Jiang Lanjian of the Sword Sect! Please give me advice!" During the polite martial artist duel ceremony, Jiang Lanjian held the hilt of the sword with both hands. Before this, Jiang Lanjian had been watching previous games. In his opinion, even though Ou Chuyang and Bi Tinghua showed some hope, neither of them could become his opponents. Therefore, since he did not see anything interesting, Jiang Lanjian has not appeared until now.

"P, please give me advice..." Jiang Lanjian's unfortunate opponent was the early martial artist of the Pulse Condensation of the Huoluo nation. At this point, the young man of the Huoluo nation was just a beating eggplant. He had given up in his heart."

"The competition begins!"

The referee shouted. The disciples of the Holo nation hesitated for a moment before finally raising their hands: "I...I admit defeat."

The young man knew very well that he had lost his way and there was no need to be embarrassed anymore. If their strength was not small, he would still try to fight to gain some experience. But now, the difference in their strength became a moat between them, and he would be defeated in a second. If so, he would not be able to learn anything and might as well save energy to deal with the next opponent.

"Jiang Lanjian, victory!" the referee announced.
Chapter completed!