Xue Kong's voice was not loud, but it spread slowly and reached the ears of all the cultivators here.
Jiuxing Lian'er's eyes flashed as she stared at Xue Kong's back, wondering what she was thinking.
In the past few days, her impression of Xue Kong has changed again and again. At this moment, she herself doesn't know how to view Xue Kong.
I just felt that this man seemed to be shrouded in a layer of fog, making it impossible to see his true face.
"There is only one flying sword in the storage bag?" The white-haired old man looked at Xue Kong.
Seeing Xue Kong so confident, he couldn't help but feel a little angry.
Although Wangui Sect is not a well-known sect, all the disciples in the sect have gone through hard training, practicing step by step, practicing martial arts and refining magic weapons to gain strength.
And he, Xue Kong, was just a member of a dead clan. He had no martial arts skills and only a flying sword. How could he possibly be a match for his own disciples?
He even boasted that he would fight all the fifth-level Qi Condensation cultivators of the Wangui Sect alone until they were exhausted.
Although this is a very good thing for Wangui Sect, it can bring decades of peace.
But this arrogant and domineering look is disliked by others.
"Master, let me fight. I want to beat this arrogant brat to a pulp!"
Among the crowd of Wangui Sect disciples, a burly man with a leopard head and round eyes stepped forward, bowed to the white-haired old man, and asked to go into battle.
The long robes of the Wangui Sect disciples could not cover his body, and were stretched out by his tangled muscles.
The white-haired old man glanced at him, and seeing the fiery glint in his eyes, he nodded and agreed: "Okay, you will fight in the first round."
Then he bent down quietly again.
The strong man put his ear close to his ears cleverly.
I heard the white-haired old man say, "Tie Niu, don't hit too hard. Hold back a little. Just defeat this man. Don't injure him too badly, otherwise the competition will end too early and our disciples will lose decades of peaceful life."
"This..." Tie Niu looked embarrassed, then nodded and said, "I will try my best to restrain my strength, Master. If this kid gets angry again and I lose control of my strength and beat him so hard that he can't get up, you can't blame me."
"Okay, okay, go ahead." The white-haired old man stroked his beard and laughed. In his opinion, Tie Niu would definitely lose the first battle.
Tie Niu chuckled, then turned around, stepped into the competition venue, and looked at Xue Kong from afar.
But he found that Xue Kong had been looking down at the flying sword, not paying attention to who his opponent was. He was immediately furious and shouted, "Skinny boy, what's your name!"
Xue Kong's gaze rested on the small green sword.
This flying sword has an ordinary appearance and nothing special about it at first glance.
However, with Xue Kong's keen eyesight, he could see that the flying sword contained a deadly poison. If it scratched the skin, the poison would seep into the body.
As for how long it will take to poison a cultivator of a certain level, we will have to try it to find out.
"Ah!!!" When Xue Kong was looking at the flying sword carefully, a deafening roar came from the opposite side, interrupting his thoughts.
Look up.
Tie Niu was so angry that his face turned red. He pointed at Xue Kong and roared in a thick voice, "How dare you, arrogant boy, not take your grandfather Tie Niu seriously? Your grandfather Tie Niu is angry, take my punch!"
After saying that, Tie Niu clenched his huge fist, took three steps at a time, and rushed towards Xue Kong.
"Hehe, that little devil really doesn't know his place. He could have provoked anyone else but Tie Niu. Now he's going to suffer."
"That's right. Tie Niu's cultivation seems to be only at the fifth level of Qi Condensation, but normally no one wants to provoke him. Even the brothers and sisters at the sixth or seventh level of Qi Condensation have to coax him."
"I believe this competition will soon determine the winner, but I don't know if that little devil can still fight again."
"He's so eloquent, and he even dared to take the initiative to add a competition. How ridiculous! He will definitely lose this first match!"
The disciples of Wangui Sect were talking about it. They were all confident in Tie Niu and sneered at Xue Kong.
Xue Kong looked calm and was not intimidated by Tie Niu's aura. He quickly took a few steps back and looked at the other person's body.
Then he swung his flying sword and cast a spiritual spell, which landed on it.
The spiritual secret was absorbed by the flying sword, and a vague connection between Xue Kong and the flying sword appeared in his mind.
Seeing this, the white-haired old man chuckled and said, "Sharpening your sword before the battle begins, and refining your flying sword only after the battle begins, will distract you. Not only will you be unable to unleash the sword's maximum power due to inexperience, but you will also lose your original strength."
"It's counterproductive." At this moment, he was extremely sure that Xue Kong was just a young boy and was no match for Tie Niu.
The winner of this competition is already clear.
Not only does the flying sword need to be sacrificed and refined, but the storage bag also needs to be imprinted with spiritual consciousness before it can be used.
However, there is no spiritual consciousness on these two items. The storage bag can be easily imprinted with spiritual consciousness, but the flying sword requires some effort.
However, no one could have imagined that Xue Kong was once a cultivator in the middle stage of the Jindan stage.
Just by casting a few spiritual spells, he could easily complete the refining of the flying sword.
Then he waved his hand.
The flying sword flew out of his hand, circled in the air, and vibrated slightly, making a buzzing sound.
"He actually succeeded in refining it. What secret method did he use? Why was it so fast?" The white-haired old man was surprised and shocked.
But it was just a shock.
The success of the ritual does not mean that its power can be exerted.
Jiuxing Lian'er was also a little surprised. She took a few glances at the flying sword and thought that she could complete the ritual in an instant, but she was only an eighth-level Qi Condensation cultivator after all.
Xue Kong, on the other hand, was only at the fifth level of Qi Condensation.
The Poison King had a calm expression, as if he had expected this to happen and was not surprised.
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