Starting From Fooling the Elderly into Registering for a Cultivation Training Class

The sudden appearance of two new faces on the high platform caught Qin Chuan's attention.

When he glanced over, his expression froze, and there was an uproar in his heart.

"Demon cultivator! These two people are demon cultivators, and they are also demon cultivators from the fairyland." Qin Chuan could tell the identity of these two demon cultivators at a glance.

Although the two men were well hidden, Qin Chuan inherited the Buddhist teachings of Emperor Mahavairocana, and no demonic cultivator could escape his eyes.

At this time, Zhu Jiahong, who was sitting next to him, deliberately stared at him with his elbow.

Qin Chuan looked sideways at him.

Zhu Jiahong whispered: "Brother Qin, there seems to be something wrong with the two people who just arrived on the high platform. I suspect they are demon cultivators."

Zhu Jiahong has gone through the experience of being possessed by demons, and he can be regarded as having half a foot in the ranks of demon cultivators. In addition, he has the blood of the Immortal Emperor, and has unusual insight.

Qin Chuan did not hide anything: "Yes, those two people are indeed demon cultivators."

Zhu Jiahong’s expression changed drastically.

Qin Chuan said: "We don't know the purpose of these two demon cultivators now, but we can be sure that they have no good intentions when they come here.

But this has nothing to do with us, so we just pretend we don’t know anything so as not to make them suspicious. "

"Yeah!" Zhu Jiahong understood in his heart and quickly calmed down.

The time comes in the afternoon.

Zhu Jiahong’s competition schedule is relatively late, and it is estimated that he will have to wait three or four hours.

After all, there are almost no abuse games now, and the strength of the two sides in the competition is not much different.

A fight usually takes more than half an hour, and some even take half a day to decide the winner.

On the high platform, there was laughter and laughter.

Bai Luoxiang is very talkative. After being away for such a long time, he has countless topics to talk about, and his chat with the elders of Qingyun Sect is particularly lively.

The elder Zhuang sitting next to him smiled casually and did not participate.

He just drank tea and then meditated. He was not very interested in fighting in the ring.

The leader of the Qingyun Sect had a few words with him at first, but because Elder Zhuang was relatively aloof, they stopped talking to him after a few words.

Time passes little by little.

Soon, we came to today’s focus battle.

All the disciples in the audience became excited.

"Brother Qin, I'll go first." Zhu Jiahong stood up from his position.

"I wish you a triumphant return." Qin Chuan said with a smile.

"Definitely." Zhu Jiahong smiled confidently and walked over to the ring.

He met his opponent Ji Xingwen again at the entrance of the ring.

Ji Xingwen was still very arrogant and made a gesture of wiping Zhu Jiahong's neck, which was quite provocative.

The audience immediately became more excited.

Zhu Jiahong just smiled lightly and walked onto the ring calmly.

The venue instantly became so lively, which also attracted Bai Luoxiang's attention.

He looked over and then asked the elders of Qingyun Sect: "Are these two geniuses of your sect?"

An elder said: "Bai Keqing, you are serious.

I don't dare to be a genius. These two disciples are just better than ordinary disciples. "

"Bai Keqing, do you still remember the elder Ji Wutang from the Penal Court?" an elder asked.

Bai Luoxiang nodded.

The elder said: "That disciple is Elder Ji's descendant, and he has reached the Mahayana realm after practicing for thousands of years.

This is considered a genius in our sect. "

"But his opponent is the dark horse of this year."

"Oh?" Bai Luoxiang's eyes lit up and he suddenly became interested.

The elder said: "That disciple is called Zhu Jiahong, his qualifications are mediocre, and he has practiced for thousands of years before he can reach the realm of gods.

But when I went out for training more than a year ago, I got the opportunity and participated in the competition when I came back.

No one thought highly of him at the time, thinking he was just here to make a joke.

But no one expected that he actually had Mahayana cultivation and could take over the opponent's magical power with one hand, which amazed everyone, and we were all particularly shocked. "

"So, I have to pay special attention to it, and maybe even come to poach him." Bai Luoxiang said jokingly.

The elders also knew him well and knew he was joking, but they still had to be on guard.

On the ring, Zhu Jiahong and Ji Xingwen stood opposite each other, about fifty meters apart.

They are all ready.

The audience can't wait to watch them fight.

The elder referee flew into the air and then announced the start of the competition.

At this moment, the whole place was boiling.

Ji Xingwen took the lead in launching the attack.

His figure was like a leopard, very strong and vigorous. He came to Zhu Jiahong's side in an instant, raised his fist and swung it over quickly.

Zhu Jiahong's reaction was also very quick, and he turned around and dodged easily.

Ji Xingwen's expression paused, with surprise in his eyes.

"Hmph! It's just good luck!" Ji Xingwen muttered.

The next second, he turned into an afterimage and attacked Zhu Jiahong again.

Zhu Jiahong is very calm. Despite his mediocre qualifications, his fighting talent is extremely high.

You can understand other people's moves and fighting styles just by watching them once.

Ji Xingwen is well-known in Qingyun Sect, and there are many battle images of him.

Zhu Jiahong had seen some and knew Ji Xingwen's fighting style and habits.

Facing Ji Xingwen's attack, Zhu Jiahong was able to handle it with ease and did not fight him head-on.

The two of them fought for several minutes, and Ji Xingwen didn't even touch the corner of his clothes.

Ji Xingwen's face became particularly ugly and angry.

"What kind of man is it to dodge? Can you act like a man and fight me openly?"

Ji Xingwen stopped and said angrily.

Zhu Jiahong replied: "I laughed, it's because you blame me because you don't have the ability.

But since you said you want to fight openly, and seeing how pitiful you are, I will give you a little satisfaction. "

Ji Xingwen was stunned when he heard this.

He waved his fist, rushed towards Zhu Jiahong, and shouted: "Trash, don't hide if you can!"

"Tch!" Zhu Jiahong smiled disdainfully.

This time, he really didn't dodge and just stood there waiting for Ji Xingwen to come over.

In the blink of an eye, Ji Xingwen arrived in front of Zhu Jiahong.

He swung his iron fist and hit Zhu Jiahong on the head.

Zhu Jiahong looked calm, raised his arm, flicked it, and hit Ji Xing Wengui Quan's forearm.

Ji Xingwen instantly felt a huge force, followed by a sharp pain accompanied by the sound of bone cracking.

Zhu Jiahong awakened the bloodline of the Immortal Emperor, and his entire physique was sublimated.

Even if he has not practiced physical training, his physical strength is many times stronger than ordinary physical training.

The severe pain in his arm made Ji Xingwen take a few steps back.

He dragged his injured forearm, a mask of pain covering his face.

The Qingyun Sect disciples in the audience were excited.

Zhu Jiahong shocked the audience again.

You must know that Ji Xingwen is a genius in the Qingyun Sect, much better than Feng Shaoyuan a few days ago.

At the same level, there are no more than ten people in the Qingyun Sect who can defeat Ji Xingwen.

Now, he was the first to be injured in a head-on battle with Zhu Jiahong.

“Xingwen, don’t be careless.

Zhu Jiahong is no longer what he used to be. You can no longer underestimate him. "An old man outside the field shouted.

"Yes, disciple knows." Ji Xingwen responded.

He shook his injured forearm and spat at the ring.

"I was careless just now, but I will be serious next time." Ji Xingwen said to Zhu Jiahong.

Zhu Jiahong said: "Your words sound very familiar to me. It seems that Feng Shaoyuan also told me this."

"Who is he? How can he be compared to me?" Ji Xingwen looked ferocious and very dissatisfied.

Zhu Jiahong chuckled and said, "But I don't think you are much different!"

"You..." Ji Xingyuan was irritated again, but quickly calmed down.

He became serious and instantly launched several flying swords.

A disciple in the audience said: "Senior Brother Ji is finally willing to use the flying sword. Now Zhu Jiahong can no longer be arrogant."

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