But the female cultivator opposite had a slender figure and was full of rich water spiritual power.
I didn’t expect that he was not only a spiritual practitioner, but also a physical practitioner!
“You’re strong!”
Fang Cheng praised her generously, saying that this female cultivator was definitely a formidable opponent!
"You're strong too!"
The power released by Fang Cheng is definitely the best among those who have reached the half-step foundation-building stage.
Shen Qingyi couldn't help but wave the Zhusheng in his hand.
This feeling of fighting made her blood boil.
The collision of these forces is truly fascinating!
Fang Cheng looked at Shen Qingyi and tightened the knife in his hand.
"I won't show mercy next time!"
The only person who answered him was Shen Qingyi, who advanced instead of retreating.
“Just in time!”
On the high platform, Xia Xingchen watched leisurely and couldn't help but glance at She Zijiang on the right.
"Brother She, look, this is a good fight, but they've made it look like a two-man boxing match!"
She Zijiang also watched carefully. Looking at his disciple on the stage, She Zijiang felt that Shen Qingyi seemed to have grown since his experience on the ice field.
"Bang!"
On the stage, the two men retreated again.
Fang Cheng couldn't help but spit.
In a short period of time, the two of them had already exchanged dozens of rounds.
Although both of them fought hard, everyone knew that neither of them was using their full strength.
After all, this is only the first game, and there are twenty-nine more to come.
If you want to get to the back, unless you are a mortal enemy, there is no need to fight to the death in the front.
Otherwise, if the fight ends in a loss to both parties and someone else takes advantage of the situation, wouldn’t that be a huge loss?
Although Fang Cheng also wanted to have a good fight with Shen Qingyi, he was not a stupid person.
Some monks around were already watching the show, thinking that if the two fought and both were injured, they would be able to take advantage, and their arena would lose two powerful opponents!
"May I have your name?"
Fang Cheng did not attack again.
"Shen Qingyi."
"I'm in Fangcheng! Fellow Daoist Shen, how about we end the fight here today? If there's a chance in the future, Fangcheng wants to have a friendly fight with you in the doubles arena!"
"good!"
"It's a deal!"
"It's a deal!"
The two of them stopped in tacit understanding, causing the monks around them who were originally watching the show to change their expressions.
"ha!"
The moment Fang Cheng turned around, he raised the big knife in his hand high and swung it towards the monks who were watching the show with bad intentions.
"Ha! If you want to reap the benefits, you should ask the knife in my hand if it agrees!"
Shen Qingyi turned around and swung the Zhusheng Sword in his hand towards the surroundings.
The situation on the battlefield changed again in an instant.
As Shen Qingyi opened and closed the Saint Killing Sword in his hand, dozens of cultivators flew out.
The number of thousand feathers in his hand gradually increased.
“Bang, bang!”
The bell finally rang, signaling the end, and the barriers on the major arenas flashed.
Everyone just felt their body lighten, and the attacks they launched had no spiritual power.
"Alright! The first game is over!"
As soon as the deacon disciple in charge of overseeing the competition in the arena spoke, the monks in the major arenas felt some happy and some disappointed.
Shen Qingyi, who obtained eight thousand feathers, also successfully advanced to the second round.
The unsuccessful monks, who did not have enough Thousand Feathers, were instantly teleported out of the competition area.
Every three games is a halftime game, with a break of one hour, and every six games is a full game, with a break of five hours.
There is only fifteen minutes of rest between each game.
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