12 I Don’t Want This Kind of Thing

After Ye Yong, it was Long Tian's turn. Because the previous match was too dull, many people expected something fun to happen in this match.

As soon as Long Tian came on the stage, the eloquent king in the audience immediately began to point out Jiangshan, indicating that Long Tian was indeed capable of getting to this point, but that was all, because none of the opponents Long Tian met in the preliminary round were higher than the crystal level, and it was purely luck.

In the small realms, talent can make people leap, but it is not so easy to reach the big realm, especially Long Tian's opponent is a second-level crystal master of the Battle Axe Hall.

The disciples of the Battle Axe Hall are all tall and strong, with both attack and defense. In front of the disciples of the Battle Axe Hall, Long Tian is as thin as a bean sprout.

"If this Long Tian can win, I will chop off his head!"

As soon as Ye Yong returned to his seat, he heard people nearby making wild remarks, and there were even more than one person, and some were betting on spirit stones.

It is worthy of the treatment of the protagonist. He was first suppressed and then praised. No matter what, he would be looked down upon. Afterwards, he was slapped in the face, and then he was looked down upon again, and the cycle continued.

To be honest, Ye Yong was a little envious. It was too difficult for him to be looked down upon. Unless he met those mid-to-late-stage villains whose aura was stronger than his, he would be belittled.

"Ha! You are as thin as a monkey! Against me! There is no chance of winning at all!" The disciple of the Battle Axe Hall was named Huang Feixiang. He was at least 2 meters tall, with a strong back and a huge battle axe on his shoulder, which looked very oppressive.

Long Tian looked at the other party, holding a Xuan-level sword, which was the trophy he got when he killed the Beast Taming Demon Sect and touched the corpse. After all, in this occasion, the shovel was not suitable, and he was a sword cultivator. Now that he had a good sword, the shovel should retire.

Both sides were ready, and Huang Feixiang took the lead in launching an offensive. The disciples of the Battle Axe Hall had amazing attack power, but their speed was slightly slower, so under normal circumstances, they would use static to control dynamics, but he attacked first in an abnormal way, which made Long Tian feel very strange, and he also saw the ruthlessness and hostility in the other party's eyes.

Long Tian asked himself that he had never seen Huang Feixiang, let alone made an enemy. The answer came out without much thought. It must be Bai Song who was behind it.

On the fighting stage, Huang Feixiang would never dare to kill anyone, but he could seriously injure Long Tian on the grounds that he could not stop the attack. He might be punished afterwards, but what if Bai Song gave him a reward greater than the punishment?

After thinking it through, Long Tian's eyes became sharp. Although he could not waste time on strangers like Ye Yong, he had thought about learning from him and defeating his opponent without exposing his true level.

Long Tian could not seriously injure Huang Feixiang. Without a backstage, being punished by deducting the monthly payment would really be a deduction. And if you want to hurt someone, you can not only do it physically, but also mentally.

Long Tian jumped high, stepped on Huang Feixiang's head, and cleverly went around behind him to avoid the sweep of the giant axe.

Huang Feixiang's blood rushed to his head instantly after seeing such a humiliating way of dodging. He brushed off the dust on his head, roared, and powerful spiritual power emerged. He swung the giant axe 360 ​​degrees without dead angles, like a tornado with amazing destructive power, rushing towards Long Tian.

Ye Yong shook his head silently, and didn't even want to watch it anymore. He closed his eyes and browsed the props in the system store.

A few minutes later, there was a cry of surprise from the crowd, and the battle ended with Huang Feixiang falling off the platform in a mess.

Falling out of bounds and losing the qualification to fight, Huang Feixiang climbed up and shouted that what happened just now didn't count. He was stared at by the manager and couldn't speak, so he left the stage angrily.

"Huang Feixiang must be full of muscle. He was clearly sure to win, but he insisted on taking the initiative. He wasted all his energy and wasted his energy, and Long Tian seized the opportunity."

"I understand the truth. Where is the agreed beheading?"

"Uh... I didn't say whose head to chop off. How about yours?"

"Get lost."

"There is definitely a conspiracy! Give me back my spiritual stones!" In addition, there were cultivators who lost the bet and cried loudly.

The protagonist's halo was so terrifying that no one analyzed the protagonist's strength. All the faults were put on Huang Feixiang.

Ye Yong opened his eyes and looked at the stewards sitting on the high platform, judging the strength of the newcomers. They were whispering to each other, and they were obviously also trying to judge Long Tian's level and discussing.

This was a cold one. Ye Yong didn't expect that the protagonist would play the same trick as him, retaining his strength, so the butterfly effect would not happen. He would still face the protagonist in the quarterfinals, and it might even be early. Because the stewards were very likely to think that Ye Yong could force out all of Long Tian's strength.

Don't do this.

Why not just bribe those managers, do some covert operations, and avoid contact with the protagonist? But doing so will undoubtedly make the managers focus their attention on Long Tian, ​​and wonder who can make Ye Tianjiao care so much. Long Tian is very sensitive. If he doesn't mention it now, he will definitely bring up the past when he becomes stronger and has a certain influence in the sect. If he finds out that he has been avoiding the edge before he grows up, it would be strange if he doesn't feel confused... What Ye Yong least wants is to be remembered by Long Tian.

It's annoying.

Come and go, let it go. The arrangement of heaven can be avoided on the first day, but not on the fifteenth. Rather than burying hidden dangers in the future, Ye Yong would rather solve the problem now.

After a few more groups, it was the turn of Queen Qin to go on stage, and the crowd became active, especially the male cultivators. It's not that there were no female disciples on stage before, but they were different from Queen Qin in terms of appearance and temperament.

The opponent was a male cultivator, and he was shy and didn't dare to look Qin Shimeng in the eye.

Qin Shimeng has an expressionless face, possesses immortal-level mental skills, and with the resources she has obtained, she has reached the eighth level of crystallization. It has only been more than half a year since Ye Yong traveled through time, from the sixth level of foundation building to the eighth level of crystallization, a huge leap. The heroine is also the protagonist. Without external restrictions, her growth rate is extremely terrifying. This is the result of her deliberately delaying breakthroughs and working hard to solidify her foundation. Otherwise, her level will only be high, not low.

Without any extra moves, the battle began. Qin Shimeng threw out a blast of frosty sword energy, knocking the opponent who only had the fourth level of crystallization out of the field.

It ended so quickly that no one could react. By the time they reacted, Qin Shimeng had already turned around and left.

"Such a fast and domineering sword spirit. I'm afraid Junior Sister Qin has already comprehended the Golden Core Sword Intent, and her cultivation is above the sixth level of crystallization." A more sharp-eyed senior brother commented.

"Who do you think is better, her or Ye Yong?"

"It must be Junior Sister Qin."

"Nonsense! It's Junior Brother Ye who is right!" A senior sister retorted.

"You have long hair but short knowledge. Junior Sister Qin is Elder An's direct disciple! He, Ye Yong, was just a Xiuyin artist. How can he be considered a loser in front of a real sword cultivator?"

"I can't pretend not to hear what you said!"

The new male and female disciples, headed by Ye Yong and Qin Shimeng, are completely normal to be compared.

However, the argument didn't last long. They saw Qin Shimeng walking towards Ye Yong and sitting next to him. At this moment, they suddenly realized that there was no need to argue.