Fan Zhiyi used all his strength to hold him back: "Wait, Zhuang Yujing, don't be impulsive!"
Despite this, Fan Zhiyi was quickly dragged a few steps. Zhuang Yujing was about to scold Fan Zhiyi to let go, but he found that his voice was blocked.
There is no need to say who did it, but this time Fan Zhiyi really has to thank Bing Nandong, otherwise this young master would have let out a loud cry and everything would have been exposed!
"Fan Zhiyi, all my spirit stones are in the Qiankun bag in the wooden box under the bed in my room. Also, I didn't bring my magic weapon today, I put it next to my pillow."
Fan Zhiyi hadn't yet realized what Bing Nandong meant by these words, but Bing Nandong didn't give him time to react. He leaped over everyone at lightning speed and caught the falling man in purple. He brought him to the ground steadily and then politely let go of his hand: "Excuse me."
Bing Nandong raised his eyes and looked straight at the person opposite him. Qin Qianchi casually waved his hands, grinned, and said word by word: "Bing, Nan, Dong."
"Next, I'm your opponent." Bing Nandong looked at the Tianyun Sect disciple below who was shouting his name. The disciple looked expressionlessly at the Sect Master sitting high up in the seat. Seeing the Sect Master nod, he said, "Qin Qianchi wins. Next up, Bing Nandong."
Lin Taiyin's face was severely bruised, with bloodstains around his mouth, and his hair and clothes were disheveled. He looked extremely miserable, but he sneered, "I thought you wouldn't save me."
Bing Nandong didn't say anything, and a disciple came up and helped Lin Taiyin down.
Qin Qianchi looked at Bing Nandong, who didn't look very strong, with disdain: "I often hear about you."
Bing Nandong saluted him with his fists clasped, and the next moment, the opponent's punch came like lightning.
The wind from his fists split the air, stirring up invisible air currents. Bing Nandong dodged to the side, but his opponent attacked with incredible speed, quickly returning with a sweeping kick. Bing Nandong cast a spell with his left hand, and with just a flick of his left hand, he actually pushed the opponent several meters away, successfully escaping danger.
Afterwards, Bing Nandong stepped forward and faced Qin Qianchi's fist. He swung his hands and pulled outwards, and the ice-blue spiritual power separated the fist.
Even if Qin Qianchi used brute force, he couldn't advance. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Bing Nandong dodged his next punch, circled around, and pressed several of the opponent's acupuncture points.
Qin Qianchi was enraged by this and attacked even more ruthlessly.
Bing Nandong was forced to take a few steps back, his eyes fixed on Qin Qianchi, his hair brushing against the side of his face, and he chanted a spell with his left hand: "Break."
The huge spiritual power impacted several different parts of Qin Qianchi's body, forcing him backwards.
Just as he was about to fly off the competition stage, he stretched out his hand and the mace held by the Wanren Hall disciple fell into his hand. He stabbed it into the ground, creating a huge hole. His figure spun half a circle in the air, and then immediately rushed towards Bing Nandong with the mace in hand: "Bing Nandong, nothing special!"
Bing Nandong moved quickly, his eyes sharp, and drew the sword behind him.
The moment the two sides met, the yellow and blue spiritual powers collided, almost overturning the entire competition stage, but were locked inside by the barrier and did not affect the people outside.
Fan Zhiyi's heart tightened when he saw this, and he subconsciously pinched the back of his hand with his fingernails to relieve the tension with the pain. Zhuang Yujing also had a solemn expression on his face, and he almost stared a hole in the competition stage.
The barrier was filled with wind and sand, and only the sound of weapons clashing could be heard, followed by a few muffled groans from inside.
When the scene on the stage became clear again, Bingnandong's sword happened to brush past the opponent's neck. The wind from the sword made him retreat, and at the same time, the opponent's mace landed heavily on Bingnandong's abdomen.
Bing Nandong turned around, his clothes drawing a neat arc, and then he knelt on one knee on the ground, wiping the blood from his lips with his sleeve without any care, staining almost half of his face red.
Both of them were covered in wounds. Qin Qianchi staggered for a few steps before he could stand firm. With blood in his mouth, he let out a strange laugh, then raised his mace and rushed forward to chop him down.
Bing Nandong turned over and blocked the opponent's attack with his sword. He swept his leg towards the opponent's neck, but was caught by the ankle. He simply made a neat sword flower and then let go, controlling the sword to distract the opponent's attention. With his other foot, he kicked the opponent in a defenseless position, forcing him to the edge of the stage.
Qin Qianchi vomited a lot of blood and roared angrily. The entire ground of the competition arena shook and extended with sharp spikes that stabbed towards Bing Nandong.
Bing Nandong was unable to dodge and fell down in the air. Before he could stand firmly, other spikes immediately appeared on the ground under his feet.
While he was dodging, Qin Qianchi suddenly appeared from nowhere, mace in his hand fiercely: "Bing Nandong, now my formation is complete. This entire competition arena is my territory. I must kill you!"
Bing Nandong stretched out his hand and summoned the sword to block, but his palm felt numb.
Qin Qianchi was already furious: "If I kill you, I will be the most qualified candidate!"
"Ghost Gate doesn't need ruthless people, stop it."
"Oh, that's because you don't understand, you don't understand! People who are soft-hearted and soft-hearted can never achieve great things!"
Being far away, Fan Zhiyi couldn't hear what they were saying. Instead, Zhuang Yujing muttered to himself, "What candidate? What does it have to do with Guan Guimen?" He looked at Fan Zhiyi and asked, "Did Bing Nandong tell you about this?"
Fan Zhiyi was stunned, thinking that these were the two nouns that appeared in Xue Xiuniang's diary again, but he shook his head on the surface.
"I don't think you know either." Zhuang Yujing's attention returned to the stage.
Another spike broke through the ground. Bing Nandong turned his eyes and swung his sword, dodging Qin Qianchi's hand again. The sword energy cut off all obstacles, and then he jumped up, predicted the location where the next spike would appear, used spiritual power to create a barrier, stood on it, and observed the formation of this formation.
The next moment, the spikes suddenly retracted and stretched out towards Bing Nandong's heart like a nimble poisonous snake.
"Are you looking for the center of the formation?" Qin Qianchi appeared behind him without him noticing. "Without the center of the formation, my formation is flawless."
Bing Nandong turned around to fight with him, and had to keep dodging the sharp spikes that appeared everywhere. Inadvertently, his hands and feet were tied by the sharp spikes and pulled upwards, and he lost control of his body.
Qin Qianchi looked at him: "You are too weak."
"Qin Qianchi, getting the qualification is not a reason for you to kill people, stop it."
Qin Qianchi looked at Bing Nandong, who was completely under his control, and sneered disdainfully: "Remember this in your next life: people who meddle in other people's affairs will not live long."
The extremely slender spike attacked Bing Nandong. Bing Nandong made a hand gesture and did not try to avoid it, allowing the spike to pierce his shoulder blade.
Fan Zhiyi stared blankly at everything happening on the stage, his eyes wide open but his pupils constantly shrinking. Everything around him made him feel dazed.
Bing Nandong was like a hung rag doll, as if he had lost the power to resist.
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