Chapter 227: Thin arms and legs, looks like he can't fight

It's spring again, and the Zhongzhou competition, which was postponed for three years, has finally started again.

This time, it's the individual competition for the youth group.

The stands are still crowded, as if the big show three years ago has long disappeared in time.

"Will the Supreme Sect come this time?"

"I don't know. I heard that Lin Du is going to die. Is it true?"

"It's hard to say. Who knows."

Other people's geniuses can always leak some news every day in the sects with tens of thousands of people, but the Supreme Sect has few people and is the smallest sect among the big sects. It is not even certain whether the person is dead, alive, or half-dead.

"Hey, they're here! People from the Supreme Sect! Yuan Ye who lost his dragon energy, Mo Lin who lost his spirit bone, and the medical cultivator are here, but why aren't the contestants here?"

"Hiss... is it true that Lin Du is not going to survive?"

"Lin Du didn't come, but there is another contestant who came, the shortest one, the strongest contender for the top spot in Qin Xin Realm this time, Ni Jinxuan."

"I know, I know, but her odds on the handicap are one to three. There's someone from Gui Yuan Sect, who is in Qin Xin Realm Great Perfection. That one, who traveled around before, once defeated a cultivator of Teng Yun Realm by crossing levels. It's hard to say if Ni Jinxuan meets her."

"That's right... looking at that little girl with thin arms and legs, who is so amiable, I guess she can't win."

Everyone was talking about it, and the people from the Supreme Sect were also a little nervous.

The reason was simple. Junior Master Uncle hadn't come out of retreat yet. A thick layer of ice had even formed at the entrance of the cave, almost turning into a real ice cave. It was unbearable to approach. Yuan Ye's hand was even sticking to the door when he knocked on it.

"I'm so worried... Do you think Junior Master Uncle really can't catch up?" Yuan Ye felt sorry for the spirit crystal he threw in, because that was all he got from hitting the coffin!

"It's hard to say, but this time we have to execute a group of people to establish our authority, plus we'll compete in Qin Xin Realm first, and then in Teng Yun Realm." Mo Lin paused, "I think... advancement is important, so it doesn't matter if Junior Master Uncle can't come."

Yuan Ye shook his head, "That's fine."

He looked at Ni Jinxuan solemnly, "Junior sister, it's all up to you! Fight for face!"

He also bet a lot of money on Ni Jinxuan, all of which was the hard-earned money he earned from playing the erhu when he went out to see people off!

Ni Jinxuan nodded, "Don't worry!"

Yuan Ye smiled, "I have nothing to worry about. When you win, I will be the first to play music to celebrate for you."

"That's not necessary." Ni Jinxuan looked at him warily.

Yuan Ye was very regretful, "I got a lot of rewards when I went out to sing."

"It's because the boss wants you to leave quickly after earning enough!" No one knows how terrible Yuan Ye is better than Ni Jinxuan.

Soon, the drums of war sounded, and the people in charge had been replaced this year. The heads of the major sects and Feng Yi, the acting head, stood in front of the rostrum, and a group of monks wearing forbidden spirit shackles were driven out one after another.

A powerful person in the Wuxiang realm stood up and denounced the evil demon that caused a lot of noise three years ago. He spoke righteously and was heartbroken.

The general idea is that the evil demon seduced a great man who was about to survive a catastrophe, planted a man, and finally laid an evil formation in the secret realm, but it was discovered early by the young talents of Zhongzhou, and they worked together to crack the formation. The future of our Zhongzhou youth is promising, and they are simply the backbone of our Zhongzhou future!

Especially the formation masters represented by Lin Du and Meng Ling, who broke the powerful evil formation laid by the Demon Lord at the youngest age. Lin Du was only 22 years old at the time! The future is simply limitless, limitless!

The great man spoke passionately, wishing that everyone could understand the difference between the Demon Lord who has lived for a thousand years! And the 22-year-old Zhongzhou cultivator! Look at our Zhongzhou cultivators! Geniuses come from young people!

Do you understand the value of a 22-year-old formation master!

No matter how powerful you evil demons are, you can't even fool the children of our Zhongzhou!

Feng Yi coughed lightly without making a sound, interrupting the continuous output of the mighty.

Although it is for the sake of enhancing the prestige of Zhongzhou, it is too much to pull Lin Du out as a target.

But it is obvious that everyone likes to hear these words. Our great state cannot be violated or provoked.

The mighty turned and began to sentence these traitors to death.

The audience was very excited, and the Demon Lord was very depressed.

"What do they mean? What's so great about being young? When I was 22, I ate a whole mountain of monsters. Did I brag about it?"

"Your Majesty, should we save them? It would be embarrassing if we don't save them..."

Qianyu was silent for a moment, his expression uncertain. The guardians and elders behind him also held their breath, thinking that the Venerable was thinking about how to tear apart the prestige of the monks in Zhongzhou.

After a long while, Qianyu asked, "Is this a subordinate of our Holy Sect?"

The evil demons:...

"It doesn't seem to be?"

"I don't know, I've seen him before. He looks a bit uneven. Has his cultivation level declined due to the torture by the Zhongzhou cultivators?"

Qianyu raised his hand to press his temples with a headache, only to touch a piece of cold metal. He became even angrier, "Are you brainless? You can't even remember this person!"

"Ah... yes, I am brainless, Your Majesty, don't you know that?"

The elder who was questioned said cautiously. He is a formless demon. Not only does he have no brain, but his prototype does not even have concrete limbs.

Qianyu gritted his teeth, "If they are not our people, why should we save them? Get lost, come back to see me when you have cultivated your brain!"

This time, there were no evil demons. All the evil demons that were captured by the major sects within a year were killed. Death is the most severe punishment.

The venue was cleared again, and this time, it was time for the individual competition of the Qinxin realm cultivators from various sects.

There were a total of twenty-five people, fighting two by two. In the first game, someone must be a bye. The magic weapon was used to draw lots automatically, and soon the names of the players on each stage appeared in the air.

Ni Jinxuan was lucky to have a bye.

The people from the Supreme Sect all looked at Ni Jinxuan. What did the little master say? This kid has extraordinary luck.

There were a total of thirteen people in the second round. The magic weapons were randomly matched again, and Ni Jinxuan was still a bye.

The crowd was talking about it. The elders were afraid that something had gone wrong with the magic weapon, so they simply restored the original lottery method.

Ni Jinxuan opened the paper ball, and it was still blank.

Feng Yi looked up at the sky silently. What kind of thing is this? He was counting on Ni Jinxuan to play more games to advance.

When it came to the third round, Ni Jinxuan simply volunteered to fight. The elders didn't believe it and tried to draw lots again.

Seven people stood in a row. Ni Jinxuan opened the slip of paper, and it was blank again.

Several elders were annoyed.

"It's a bit weird, we have to believe it." One person whispered.

Ni Jinxuan bowed and said loudly, "Elder, please ask me to fight and randomly draw one of my opponents and then arrange them. Otherwise, it will be unfair to everyone."

Fighting continuously, even if there is time to replenish spiritual power and rest, there is indeed some loss.

Her attitude is calm and generous, suppressing the injustice in the hearts of the contestants.

"Sometimes luck is also a kind of strength." A powerful man smiled and said, "But since you asked for it yourself, if the others have no objection, it's not impossible."

The other six people certainly had no objection, but soon, they regretted being picked as Ni Jinxuan's opponent.

He had objections!

Ni Jinxuan was also picked as a physical cultivator, almost the same height as Mo Linsheng, but twice as strong as Mo Lin. He looked like a small mountain. It can be seen that he was very hardworking to be able to practice like this at this age.

"Wan Yi of the Pure Yang Sect, please teach me, fellow Taoist."

"Ni Jinxuan of the Supreme Sect, please teach me, fellow Taoist."

The two people gave their names and saluted. When they heard the sound of a war drum, they attacked almost at the same time.

Ni Jinxuan did not hold a whip, and the opponent was also unarmed, except for two iron wrist guards on his hands that looked very heavy.

The two came up and punched each other directly, and their spiritual power exploded at the same time. The huge recoil force made the two retreat together, and the soles of their shoes left a shallow mark on the stone surface of the arena.

Wan Yi felt numb from his phalanges to his ulna. He didn't expect that the spiritual power of this little girl who couldn't be seen unless he lowered his head was so strong.

His expression gradually became solemn. Physical training focuses on body refining and the integration of one's own physical skills with spiritual power.

This little girl... must have extremely strong spiritual power.

The two looked into each other's eyes, and then attacked again almost at the same time, one kicking and the other punching.

"Do you feel that my junior sister is not as heavy as that person's leg." Yuan Ye whispered.

"...I can't say that." Mo Lin was silent for a moment. His junior sister knew that the child's physical strength was not inferior to any physical cultivator of the same age. The only one without muscles in the Supreme Sect might be the goose in the back mountain.

"But I still believe she can do it." Yuan Ye didn't want to recall the pain of being thrown out as a doorbreaker.

Sure enough, after half an incense stick, the rumble on the stage gradually became faster. The two people went from two-way output to one-way suppression by Ni Jinxuan, step by step.

The arm that was bigger than her head was thrown over by her and she easily raised her hand to hit it hard. Then she used her footwork and used extremely strange and clever moves to hit people's knees, lower back and other key but not fatal parts.

The physical cultivator was strong, but not as fast as Jinxuan. He finally caught one of Jinxuan's legs and planned to throw it out, but it was exactly what Jinxuan wanted. The

petite female cultivator used her waist to stand up in the air and hit the man head-on.

There was a thud, and everyone was shocked. The physical cultivator let go of his hand in pain, and Jinxuan pulled her leg and swept him off the stage.

The drums of war sounded, and Jinxuan won.