The starting point is 900 million. What’s wrong if I drag it a little bit?

"This is a late-stage foundation-building technique! How could he break free?" Ma Xingye was horrified, and then felt ashamed.

As a monk at the seventh level of Foundation Establishment, he was staggered by a young man with no cultivation skills.

Not to mention that he is still the young master of the Blue Maple Sect and has been superior to others since he was a child!

Ma Xingye stabilized his body, pointed the long sword in his hand towards Xiao Feng, and the true energy in his body poured out from his body without any reservation.

Two huge stone hands rose up next to Ma Xingye, and a stone puppet nearly ten meters high emerged from the ground.

Ma Xingye stood on top of the stone puppet, feeling the true energy drained from his body. When he looked at Xiao Feng, his eyes were full of anger.

The magic formula flew in his hand, he pointed the magic seal at Xiao Feng, and shouted: "General Shi, listen to the order, kill him!"

The stone puppet at Ma Xingye's feet raised his hands high. A long-handled stone ax appeared in the stone puppet's hand and struck hard at Xiao Feng, who had just escaped from the stone hand.

"Break it!" Xiao Feng, who had just broken free from the shackles of the stone hand, stood up again. The muscles in his body were moving irregularly. The abundant blood made him feel that his whole body was filled with endless strength!

Seeing the giant ax coming down on him, Xiao Feng roared and raised his fist to meet it.

The two forces collided hard together, causing the earth to tremble for a moment.

The dust was billowing above the arena, making it impossible to see what was going on in the arena.

When the sand and dust dispersed, Xiao Feng stood there quietly, with blood oozing from 360 large acupoints around his body, and his whole body looked like a bloody gourd.

And the huge stone puppet could not be seen in the field, only a pile of gravel and yellow sand remained.

Ma Xingye collapsed on the ground, looking at Xiao Feng with fear in his eyes.

Who is this person? The stone puppet he sacrificed has the strength of the pill formation stage!

It is my strongest trump card.

The stone puppet in the pill-forming stage was smashed to pieces by the punch of this uncultivated boy in front of him!

Contestants in the competition can use talismans and magic weapons, which is allowed by the competition.

Financial resources and external possessions are also part of strength.

It's unfair to say it, but it's just like the world.

As the young sect leader of the Blue Maple Sect, it was fair enough for him to compete in person.

monster!

He is a monster!

Under Ma Xingye's fearful gaze, Xiao Feng moved, walking towards him step by step with steps as heavy as mountains.

Xiao Feng moved very slowly, as if every step required great effort.

But in Ma Xingye's eyes, Xiao Feng, covered in blood, looked more like an evil ghost crawling out of the underworld!

He is methodically stepping forward to harvest his own life!

"Don't come over here!" Ma Xingye frantically mobilized the little true energy left in his dantian, waving the long sword in his hand randomly.

Several sword energy stabbed Xiao Feng, which only caused Xiao Feng's figure to shake slightly and a few more wounds on his body, but it did not stop Xiao Feng from continuing to walk towards him.

Everyone held their breath and looked at Xiao Feng on the ring. They felt disdain for this young man at the beginning, then gradually became surprised, and finally admired him now.

They witnessed with their own eyes a young man with no cultivation in this arena, even if it cost his own life, he would defeat his opponent!

No one would make fun of him for his stubbornness in defending himself with his own life!

Xiao Feng's body began to shake, and his steps became a little staggering. His vision was blurry, and he only relied on his strong willpower to hold himself back from falling.

Ma Xingye, who was opposite him, was already sitting on the ground with no strength left. He had no strength to raise his hands. Forcibly summoning the stone puppet in the pill formation stage was already a huge load on him. Just now, because of his panic, he randomly raised his sword at Xiao Feng. Qi, I have used up all my Qi.

After the true energy in the Dantian is exhausted, the monk will become stiff and unable to move.

So as long as Xiao Feng walked up to Ma Xingye and punched him, the first genius of the outer sect would be defeated by Xiao Feng.

Xiao Feng finally walked in front of Ma Xingye, slowly raised his fist, but with the sound of wind, his soft fist hit Ma Xingye's pretty good skin.

"I'm going to lose!" Ma Xingye looked at the fist getting closer and closer, and glanced hopefully in the direction of the Drum Tower.

Suddenly, a wave of air that none of the outer disciples present could see clearly shot towards Xiao Feng from the top of the Drum Tower.

Xiao Feng, who was at the end of his strength, was suddenly knocked out strangely, and then fell into a coma completely.

There was an uproar outside the stadium. No one expected that this matter would turn around!

The expression on Ma Xingye's face also relaxed and he collapsed on the ground.

My daily filial piety is really not in vain, and I also went to give him a big gift a few days ago.

No matter what the process is, you win anyway!

At this time, Steward Sun's voice came from the bell tower:

"Winner, Ma Xingye!"

The air fluctuated extremely fast, and it was not something that these outer disciples could see clearly.

The crowd outside the ring only saw Xiao Feng, who was about to hit Ma Xingye with his fist, suddenly fell to the side, and then never stood up again.

The winner is decided, Xiao Feng regrets defeat!

"It's a pity, it's really a pity, we just missed winning by just that little bit!"

"Yes, as expected, there is still no Senior Brother Ma who can climb the seventh level of Foundation Establishment. Is this a big mountain?"

"This Junior Brother Xiao must be among the top ten in strength. It's a pity that he lost to Senior Brother Ma here. It's such bad luck!"

"Sometimes luck is also a part of strength. I can tell at a glance that Junior Brother Xiao has an unlimited future!"

"Didn't you say yesterday that he was an ant and a tree, and that he was overestimating his abilities?"

"I didn't, don't lie, I'm not!"

There were noisy discussions in the Western Zhou Dynasty, some expressed regret, some marveled, and some admired.

The winner is obviously Ma Xingye, but everyone's attention is focused on Xiao Feng, who has been silent for five years and is now a blockbuster.

On the Drum Tower, Ouyang looked at Xiao Feng who was unconscious in the audience, his face expressionless.

"Senior Brother Ouyang, you won this bet. It was such a wonderful game. Thanks to you, Mingzhu didn't make a secret bet. I'll take this high-grade spiritual stone as yours. Thank you!" Manager Sun was all smiles. He took out a small cloth bag, walked to Ouyang and said with a smile.

The air fluctuation just now was caused by Steward Sun using wind magic to hit Xiao Feng.

Ouyang looked at Xiao Feng in the audience and raised his hand without looking back.

"Snapped!"

A slap sounded on Manager Sun's face.

Ouyang pretended to be surprised and turned around and said, "Oh, Manager Sun, I was so absorbed in what I was watching just now that I didn't realize you were next to me."

Manager Sun, who was smiling with a smile on his face, was a little confused by Ouyang's slap. He put away his smile and said softly: "It's okay, it's okay. I was too abrupt."

But his tone suddenly became calm. Manager Sun looked at Ouyang sarcastically and said, "Senior Brother Ouyang, you don't have to be angry. Everyone has their own place. Just like just now, when I was in the Qi training stage, I couldn't reach the Dan formation stage. Slap."

Manager Sun secretly ridiculed Ouyang that he was only in the qi training period, but he could be so arrogant because he was an inner disciple, so what was the difference between Ouyang and Ma Xingye.

Ouyang said sincerely: "Steward Sun is right. It's probably because Steward Sun is proficient in this art that he's still only hanging out outside after being over three hundred years old, right?"