Cultivation is cruel?Did you know I can simulate the future

Tang Ze nodded slightly.

Ye Feng's expression changed as soon as he entered the stage. He didn't expect that the moment he entered the stage, he met Zhao Yun.

Although Zhao Yun failed to break through and build a foundation, his cultivation base regressed.

But the experience is there, absolutely not to be underestimated.

On the other hand, Zhao Yun's face was calm and breezy, as if he didn't take the other party seriously at all.

When Shangguan Hong announced the start of the competition.

Ye Feng glanced at Zhao Yun, and immediately let out a low growl. His whole body suddenly swelled up, and a battle ax appeared in his hand.

This tomahawk shone with golden light, and it looked like a top-grade magic weapon.

After all, he is the elder's apprentice, so it's normal to have one or two top-grade instruments.

However, this person is actually taking the route of body training to break through ten thousand methods with strength.

Without further ado, Zhao Yun slapped the storage bag, and a black flag was held in his hand and waved.

"The soul of the black flood dragon, now!"

The black flag suddenly became dazzling, emitting a dazzling black light.

Hey!

A ferocious black flood dragon appeared from the flag, and rushed towards Ye Feng with a howl.

As soon as Ye Feng's expression changed, his advancing body was immediately blocked by the black dragon.

In desperation, he could only deal with the black dragon first.

And Zhao Yun didn't stop because the black flood dragon blocked the opponent.

While the black flood dragon was entangled with the opponent, he muttered something, and waved out more than a dozen half-moon-shaped golden light blades.

At this time, Ye Feng was still struggling with the black flood dragon, when suddenly more than a dozen golden light blades flew towards him, he had no time to defend, so he could only bear them down.

Boom boom boom!

When all the light disappeared, Ye Feng also lay down on the ground with scars all over his body.

It's a good thing he is a body-refining cultivator, otherwise someone else's life would be in danger.

"Zhao Yun wins, continue to the next round."

Shangguan Hong spoke lightly, announcing the result with a blank face.

When he finished speaking, he waved his hand casually, and Ye Feng's injuries healed automatically.

Chapter 28 One talisman is not enough, just two, two is not enough, just one

"Grandson is doing great."

When the result was announced, Zhao Lin in the main hall of the sect was overjoyed, and immediately clapped his palms and said with a smile.

Elder Yun's expression was very ugly.

I thought that my apprentice would fight Zhao Yun again, maybe he could win.

Who knew it would be lost so quickly.

Seeing this, Wang Dong snorted coldly:

"The black dragon flag in Zhao Yun's hand must have been given by you, Elder Zhao."

"This is a good thing. There is actually a foundation-building stage black dragon soul sealed inside."

"Presumably Elder Zhao has worked hard to refine this magic weapon, right?"

"With the help of this black dragon flag, it seems that Zhao Yun's No. 1 will not be a problem."

He seemed to be praising Zhao Lin, but he was mocking Zhao Yun for only borrowing external power.

The old man Zhao Lin is very smart, how could he not understand the meaning of Wang Dong's words.

He said lightly:

"The suzerain did not stipulate that magic weapons cannot be used in the competition, and this is also counted as part of strength."

"Presumably Elder Wang must have prepared an excellent magic weapon for your apprentice."

"At that time, I will really open my eyes."

Zhao Lin's words immediately exposed his shortcomings.

Wang Dong was immediately speechless, and shifted his gaze to the other side with a guilty conscience.

How could he have prepared any excellent magic weapon for Tang Ze.

The most is to give him spirit stones and let him buy whatever he wants.

He also didn't know if Tang Ze had used the Lingshi he gave him to prepare some magic weapons for himself.

But in front of Zhao Lin, he must not be cowardly!

He still said forcefully on his mouth: "Huh, it's still the same sentence anyway, just look at it."

Zhao Lin smiled disapprovingly: "Then I will wait and see."

...

The game is in full swing.

Liu Qing's number is No. [-]. In the third round, he competed with a young man at the ninth level of Qi Refining.

This young man is obviously also an elder's direct disciple, and magic tools and talismans emerge in endlessly.

Fortunately, Liu Qing is also at the ninth level of Qi refining, and has rich combat experience and a relatively rich family background. He won easily after dozens of rounds.

After the fourth and fifth rounds, it was finally Tang Ze's turn to play.

I don't know if it's a coincidence, but his opponent is Fang Yuan.

Among the rankings fabricated by many elders, he was ranked fifteenth, while Fang Yuan was ranked fourteenth.

The two came to the ring separately.

"Please enlighten me." Fang Yuan clasped his jaw slightly, looking very polite.

"Please." Tang Ze also returned the salute.

As soon as the words fell, Fang Yuan took the lead in attacking!

A fiery red long sword appeared in his hand, the blade was shining brightly, and streaks of red sword energy formed a huge net and rushed towards Tang Ze.

"A sword repairman?"

Tang Ze showed surprise on his face, but his movements remained unabated, and the Magic Mirror appeared in his hand.

The purple beam of light fell, blocking all the sword energy.

Then he slapped the storage bag, grabbed a handful of talismans in his hand, and threw them all at the opponent.

Fang Yuan didn't react for a while, under his horrified gaze, countless golden blade fireballs overwhelmed him.

In the next second, he flew upside down out of the ring and fell heavily to the ground.

Shangguan Hong looked at Tang Ze in surprise, then nodded and said:

"Tang Ze, win!"

In the main hall of the sect, many elders couldn't believe their eyes.

Originally, they thought that Tang Ze had no ability, basically he was at the bottom of the list.

I didn't expect to win.

This is really a slap in the face.

Even Wang Dong couldn't help being surprised.

He was ready to be ridiculed by others.

I didn't expect Tang Ze to be so upbeat.

Facing the astonished gazes of other elders, Wang Dong coughed lightly and waved his hands:

"It seems that my apprentice's ranking is not only fifteenth, at least that Fang Yuan has never beaten my apprentice."

The faces of the other elders suddenly turned ugly, especially Zhao Lin, who couldn't believe his eyes.

He snorted coldly, and still said stubbornly:

"Your apprentice is a good means. There must be at least a dozen of the magic talismans thrown out just now."

"This throw is worth one or two hundred spirit stones."

"And that mirror, it looks quite extraordinary, too."

"Elder Wang, you are bleeding profusely."

Good guy, what Wang Dong said just now, Zhao Lin returned to him intact.

Wang Dong shrugged his shoulders indifferently, and didn't say a word, as he acquiesced to what he said before.

But he was secretly surprised.

Neither the talisman nor the mirror was actually given by him.

This was also the first time he discovered that his apprentice had another side besides alchemy.

He looked at Tang Ze with a little surprise, and thought to himself:

"How many surprises do you have that the teacher doesn't know? My precious apprentice."

...

The competition continued for a few more rounds, this time Tang Ze's opponent was a young female cultivator at the tenth level of Qi refining.

This female cultivator's name is Wang Yao, and she won No.1 from the inner disciple competition, and got the place to go to the training camp.

Her ranking was ranked No. 2 by the elders, second only to Zhao Yun. It can be seen that the other elders recognized this woman's strength very much.

At this time, her points already have two points, which means she has won two games, while Tang Ze still has one point.

As soon as Wang Yao appeared on the stage, everyone's minds became active again.

Fang Yuan's master, Elder Ye's eyes lit up, he stroked his beard and shook his head, "Oh, it seems that Tang Ze's luck has run out, and he unexpectedly met Wang Yao."

"It seems that Tang Ze's first defeat will fall on Wang Yao's head."

Others also nodded in agreement.

Inside and outside the words, Tang Ze is particularly not optimistic about this battle.

"Whatever you say, anyway, I still say that, just wait and see."

Wang Dong rolled his eyes and ignored them at all.

...

Wang Yao deserved to be killed out of many inner disciples.

At the beginning of the competition, she slapped the storage bag.

A cyan shield the size of a palm surrounded her to protect her.

Then she shook her sleeves, and six identical golden blades flew out of them, and rushed towards Tang Ze viciously.

At the same time, she still held a few talismans in her hand, ready to throw them out at any time.

The whole process is completed in an instant, leaving no time to react.

Tang Ze raised his hand without thinking, and the magic mirror turned into a purple light to protect himself.

At the same time, he still grabbed a handful of talismans in his hand and threw them at Wang Yao without hesitation.

And Wang Yao has already taken precautions against Tang Ze's behavior.

With a move of the shield in his hand, he immediately blocked the attack of the talisman.

Seeing this scene, Tang Ze sighed inwardly. His low-level magic talisman attack was still too weak, and a slightly higher-quality magic weapon could easily block it.

He shook his head slightly, took out a handful of talismans from the storage bag and threw them at Wang Yao.