living in the world of reincarnation

Chapter 371
In the majestic square above 3000 meters above the sky, in the Tianzihao arena, a super high-decibel sound wave is impacting the circular restraint. This sound even gradually penetrates the restraint and is transmitted in the air in all directions.

The onlookers covered their ears one after another, and retreated with restraint. In their senses, the sound had already trembled so that their ears hurt, and their brains lost their minds, not to mention Sikong Zhao in the restriction. Now he is suffering the most direct harm.

After collectively detonating a wave of explosion talismans, Mu Lan took off the mute talisman seal, threw many abolished amulets on the ground, and looked forward.

Sikong Zhao collapsed to the ground like mud, his complexion was pale, his seven orifices were bleeding, but there was still a slight movement in his chest, which showed that he was not dead yet.

After a while, he raised his arms with difficulty, and then slowly groped for his ears.

He found that he could no longer feel the pain, but the extremely quiet atmosphere let him know that he had lost his hearing.

"I'm deaf."

His voice was like a rusty saw, and it was extremely difficult to speak.

Sikong Zhao didn't even have the strength to sit up now. He stared blankly at the sky, his mind went blank, and it seemed that it took him a long time to recall that he was participating in a martial arts competition.

He beat the ground hard with his arm, and then coughed up another mouthful of blood. Seeing this, the monks of Liuli Pavilion under the stage surrounded him through the disappearing restriction.

"Closing in the clouds and watching the clear waves, wins."

Seeing that her opponent had lost the ability to move, Mu Lan didn't continue to kill her. It wasn't until Si Kongzhao suggested to admit defeat that she walked off the ring silently.

"Good job!" Lin Yiyi waved her fist.

"As expected of you!" Zhao Ziyu also praised.

Ah Feng was also looking at her, and Mu Lan realized that Gu Qingyuan was the only one who didn't have her elder brother, so she remembered that he and her were in front of each other, and it should be just right to be on stage now.

"Let's go see Senior Brother Gu."

The next match was a duel between two second-rank sects. It seemed that there was nothing to watch. The crowd of onlookers began to disperse, and some people pointed at the crowd in Linglong Pavilion.

"It's a pity that the owner of a good spiritual weapon has become like this. I'm afraid that sword will never be able to reappear in the world."

"Why don't you inquire and buy that spirit weapon?"

"Forget it, it's for the owner, and it's useless to buy it."

Mu Lan noticed that there was a gaze that was always looking at her, turned her head to the side, and saw Ye Lingyu smiling at her.

"Did she find you?" Lin Yiyi asked in the soul link.

"I don't know." Mu Lan said.

With such a high-profile appearance, coupled with this weird duel with Linglong Pavilion, the name of Qiyun Temple may have become "famous", and it is no surprise that it has received more attention.

However, until now she has not revealed the skills of the God's Chosen One, Ye Lingyu should only have doubts, and there is no way to prove it.

After passing through the crowd to the Huangzihao arena, Mu Lan felt something was wrong after seeing the scene on the stage.

Gu Qingyuan supported the ground with a long sword in his hand. There were many bloodstains on his clothes. He was panting rapidly at this moment, his figure trembling slightly, as if he was about to fall to the ground in the next second.

His opponent is a monk of King Kong Temple. He did not expect that 300 years later, the disciple of Taoist Yun Xiao would meet this sect again.

"What a bad fate," Zhao Ziyu sighed.

Daoist Yunxiao once participated in the big competition, he was defeated by King Kong Temple in the first round, before the opponent made a killer move, Daoist Yunxiao, who knew he was invincible, withdrew from the competition, and was lucky enough to pass the Xianzong trial survived.

The arena was filled with gunpowder smoke, and there were many broken spar blocks on the ground. It seemed that Gu Qingyuan had tried to attack his opponent with talismans.

The monk of King Kong Temple has his upper body naked, and he can see many densely packed symbols and golden tattoos. At this time, his whole body is shining brightly, and he looks like the golden Buddha enshrined in the altar, shining golden like the Buddha is alive.

"Hasn't the talisman broken his defense?" Mu Lan asked.

"I don't know either. I was just watching your game." Zhao Ziyu shook his head, "I didn't see what happened here, big brother."

The monk of the King Kong Temple held a heavy iron mace. It seemed that in the duel just now, Gu Qingyuan was hit. At this time, his entire right arm collapsed.

"As expected of King Kong Temple." Zhao Ziyu murmured, "If we meet, what can you do?"

Mu Lan didn't know what to say, she didn't see the duel between the two just now, and she couldn't analyze where Senior Brother Gu lost.

It seems that in addition to the defensive ability like a copper wall and iron wall, the King Kong Temple is also very offensive. Just because of the iron mace that makes a muffled sound on the ground, ordinary monks can't wield it.

Below the arena of the Huang Zihao, all the monks from King Kong Temple and the Chu family were there. Mu Lan didn't see Chu Chen, and it seemed that she was arranged to return to the island.

Chu Jun, who killed the young Patriarch of the Yu family with an iron mace in Yunfu Mountain Villa, was also here, surrounded by several people behind him, standing side by side with him. The other man of the same age should be Chu Yun, another man of Chu Chen. a brother.

Gu Qingyuan looked into the eyes of the monk from the Vajra Temple in front of him and looked into his eyes with difficulty. This opponent did not take advantage of the victory to pursue him. This was the reason why he was still standing here alive.

But now, he seemed to have the idea of ​​ending the match. The monk of King Kong Temple raised the heavy iron mace and approached slowly.

At the beginning of the game, he could still use his speed to get around his opponent, but the Vajra monk seemed particularly bulky.

But it wasn't until he used the secret book of King Kong Temple, after King Kong tempered his body, that he found that he couldn't hurt him at all, and the same sharp offensive made him understand that he was doomed to lose this game.

It seems that the Vajra Temple is a hurdle that they can't get over at Qiyun Temple.

The opponent was still approaching step by step, Gu Qingyuan's mind began to be in a trance at this critical moment.

He thought of his junior sister's smiling face, his stiff junior brother, his free-spirited master, and that dilapidated little Taoist temple.

Only those who are alive can pursue the Dao.

Suddenly awakened in his heart, Gu Qingyuan lowered his head dejectedly, and then discarded his long sword.

"I surrender."

The monk of the King Kong Temple stopped in place, his demeanor did not change significantly, as if this victory was a matter of course.

"Zou Qing of the Diamond Temple wins."

Seeing Gu Qingyuan admitting defeat, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Zhao Ziyu was afraid that his stubborn temper would show up, and he insisted on fighting to the death with the monks of the King Kong Temple.

Several people helped Gu Qingyuan off the ring, and after his right arm was touched, he screamed in pain.

Zhao Ziyu first fed him a hemostatic pill, and then began to look for something to help him fix his arm. Unfortunately, there are too many people here, so there is no way to put him in a plaster cast.

"The true qi is chaotic, but fortunately the meridian can still circulate normally." Zhao Ziyu said in a low voice, "Stop practicing kung fu in the near future, and concentrate on recuperating. If you're lucky, Lu Qinghan can see a lively elder brother."

"It's a pity." Gu Qingyuan sighed.

"It's good to survive." Zhao Ziyu frowned and reprimanded: "Go back and marry my junior sister, wouldn't it be good to inherit the sect? What kind of bullshit are you looking for?"

Mu Lan looked at Gu Qingyuan who was lying down, but felt that he didn't seem to be as melancholy as he had imagined. After knowing that he was invincible, he just surrendered and ended.

It seems that the experience of this period of time made Senior Brother Gu realize something. He was shaken about the way forward, and he did not have the initial attachment.

After helping Gu Qingyuan stop the bleeding and strengthen his arm, Lin Yiyi and Ah Feng's bamboo cards lit up at the same time, and they looked at each other, looking at each other.

"What's wrong, this expression?" Mu Lan was puzzled.

"Di Dun, Di Kun."

"Di Kun, Di Dun."

After the two finished speaking, they stopped talking.

In the second round of the competition, the two of them actually bumped into each other. Unexpectedly, the joke at the time came true.

"What should I do?" Lin Yiyi looked depressed, "I actually want to fight Ah Feng."

Afeng shrugged and said indifferently: "I can just admit defeat."

But Mu Lan faintly sensed something was wrong. She looked at the monks of Xianzong, and her brain began to ponder.

First she and Liuli Pavilion, then Gu Qingyuan and King Kong Temple, Ah Feng and Lin Yiyi.
Looking back at the Tianzihao arena where she had appeared before, two monks wearing elegant short shirts were already using magic weapons at each other. The faces of the monks in Liuli Pavilion below were a little strange.

"I see."

Mu Lan moved her gaze back, looked at Zhao Ziyu, and said softly: "I guess your opponent in the next match will be either Liuli Pavilion or Jingang Temple."

(End of this chapter)