Big brother is as beautiful as scum [Transmigration Book]

Most of today's competition has been carried out. Jing Li has fought six games so far, and because each competition does not take a lot of time, it is equivalent to one and a half more games than others in the same amount of time. Surprisingly, I shouldn't have to play again today.

The first two days of the competition are equivalent to auditions.

Generally speaking, the characters you meet at the beginning will not be very powerful characters. The real competition will start on the third day.

Because there are no disciples in the arena in the audience for the competition, the spectators on the stage just looked at it casually, until something suddenly happened in the northwest direction.

The large square where the conference is located occupies quite a large area. Even if it is divided into more than a dozen arenas, it is not crowded. On the contrary, there is still space between each arena.

Most of the people watched the battle from the high platform, but this does not mean that there were no other people in the audience except the disciples participating in the competition.There are always some who are out of temper, or to encourage their classmates, or simply stay in the audience to watch the competition at a closer distance.

Now, the news came from these people.

The monk's hearing and eyesight are very good. After hearing several people on the stage exclaiming loudly at the same time, everyone's attention was instantly attracted.

It was the last arena where the accident happened, No. 19 arena.

Of the two people in the arena, one was beaten and retreated steadily, with no room to fight back; the other was pressing every step of the way and refused to give up.

At first glance, there is nothing wrong with it.

Jing Li focused and looked carefully for a while, and found that the beating disciple's complexion was as purple as a pig's liver, with blue veins protruding from his forehead and neck, his expression was ferocious, and his eyes were filled with red mist, making them cloudy.

It seems that he has lost his mind.

And his opponent had already collapsed silently in a pool of blood, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

The blue-clothed disciples on the sidelines of the competition field were excited. Judging by their clothes, they should have been with the fallen disciple. It was these few who were shouting and attracting the attention of others.

Seeing that this was just a slightly more brutal competition, many people withdrew their consciousness and didn't pay any more attention.Since the beginning of the conference, it is not that no disciples have died on the stage. Unless they are acquaintances, who would care about such things.

Even the members of Jiuhuazong turned their eyes away after they found out the situation, and went to watch the competition elsewhere—the outcome of this competition has already been decided, and it is meaningless to watch it any longer.

Jing Li felt that something was not quite right.

When other people saw the abnormality on the disciple who won, they only thought it was the effect of some quick-acting medicine he took. This kind of medicine is not a bad street in the cultivation world, but there are many.In their view, that disciple was eager to win, regardless of the consequences.

But when Jing Li heard about the Demon Race from Cang Qi, he always felt that there was something wrong with that disciple's appearance.

When I looked again, I found that the disciple suddenly shot at those disciples on the sidelines.

In order to maintain the fairness of the competition, there is a protective cover on the edge of each competition field to prevent outsiders from interfering. The protective cover will only be put away after the competition is over and the winner is determined.

That disciple beat his opponent into a bloody man, and he couldn't get up after falling down. Naturally, he won.

But not only did he not leave the arena, but after putting away the protective cover, he rushed to the sidelines like a gust of wind, and directly picked up two disciples who wanted to enter the arena to check the situation of the same sect.

That person is a cultivator at the Golden Core Stage, so it's a trivial matter to deal with several Foundation Establishment Stage monks.

Before the others could react, they directly cut off the necks of the two people in their hands.

All this happened so fast that even the two unlucky parties got involved before they could figure out what was going on.

And the perpetrator also changed at this time.

Two black thread-shaped horns sprouted from the top of the head, and the body swelled up like a balloon, squeezed by the whole body, which looked shocking.

Those few disciples fled in all directions in fright.

The man's long arms seemed to stretch out suddenly, grabbing a disciple who was a little slower to react, and pressing his sharp claws tightly on the opponent's shoulder, his face twisted into a smile.

Then, pull your hands to the sides.

"!—"

The disciple caught by him was torn in half like this, his stomach rolled out and fell to the ground, forming a pile.

The originally clean and tidy martial arts field turned into a Shura field in an instant, and blood flowed like a river.

The shrill scream went straight into the sky.

Ming Zhen, who was paying attention to the movements in the Seven Stars Gate, also noticed the situation in the NO.19 martial arts field, and couldn't help frowning.

Just like the protective shields on the edge of the arena, the entire audience was restrained by Da Neng, and anyone above the Nascent Soul stage could not make a move.

If there are Nascent Soul Stage monks participating in this conference, the target of the ban will automatically be changed to those above the Transformation Stage.

So Mingzhen can't intervene.

But fortunately, the General Assembly has set up an arbitration, and the arbitrator will not ignore this kind of thing now.

It's just that someone was one step ahead of the Arbiter.

A icy sword intent pierced through the air with a buzzing sound. In the piercing sword light, the round balloon-like body was split into two symmetrical halves, and then turned into countless fragments that splashed and scattered. Scarlet all over the place.

The disciple who didn't know why suddenly went mad just like that became a pile of minced meat and blood clots scattered everywhere.

The elder of the same sect who was flying down from the stage in a hurry and wanted to come over and control him showed grief.

For a small sect like their Leihuomen, even the head with the highest cultivation is only at the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, and a middle-stage Golden Core like him can become an elder, and all the monks above the Golden Core stage can be counted with one slap. come here.

It was not easy to produce a [-]-year-old alchemy disciple. It might not be a big deal for other big sects, but for such a small sect as Lei Huo Sect, he is definitely a peerless genius.

He brought people to participate in the martial arts competition this time, and he did not mean to be elated. Who knew that such a sudden change happened to a good disciple, not only killing his disciples, but in the end he was directly beheaded by the sword Down.

He also knew that the disciples in his sect suddenly went berserk and killed innocent people indiscriminately, and this matter was not good, but he was not without luck in his heart, and wanted to help others to excuse, but who knew, before he arrived, the people turned into a pair of pieces of meat .

The elder of the Leihuomen was so heartbroken that he was about to bleed.

It was not easy for their sect to cultivate a disciple with excellent aptitude and character. The head of the sect still thought that there would be successors in the Leihuo sect in the future, so who knew it would be here!

"Brother!"

Jing Li flew down from the high platform, landed on Cang Qi's body, and followed his gaze to look at the pile of meat. "Is it the Demon Race?"

"There is indeed a demonic energy." Cang Qi nodded, and asked again, "Junior brother was on the stage just now, did you see it clearly?"

No.11 and No.19 are separated by a No.15. If Cang Qi hadn't just finished the competition, came out of the protective cover, and was about to fly back to the stage, he would not have known about No.19. Mishaps in the field.

It's just that he came out a little late, and what happened before is not clear.

"I saw some. When I noticed the situation here, there was already something wrong with that person. If these disciples who were watching the battle hadn't suddenly shouted, I wouldn't have noticed this place." The two and nine in the competition It doesn't matter to Hua Zong, of course he won't pay attention.

"During the competition, that person's eyes were cloudy, his veins were bulging, his face was purple, and the person who fought against him was powerless. I just thought that that person seemed to have lost his mind during the competition .” Jing Li said while recalling.

"After killing a spectator, he changed his appearance, with horns growing on his head, and his methods were even more cruel." Cang Qi also knew about the aftermath, otherwise he wouldn't have chopped people up.

"Senior brother, is he a human or a demon?" What Jing Li wanted to know was whether that person was disguised by a demon from the beginning, or was he possessed or manipulated by something. "None of the many great powers present can see that there is something wrong with that person?"

That person's strength is not particularly strong, why can't these masters of the Nascent Soul stage and the Transformation Stage stage see it.

"The demons are born to be good at disguising. If they hide on purpose, they will look like ordinary people unless the demonic energy is exposed." This is also the reason why no one can find the problem when the entire Seven Stars Gate has been replaced.

"First it was meticulous work, and now it's mixed into the martial arts tournament. There are so many little tricks of the demons..."

The elder of the Leihuomen was mourning the sect's loss of talent, and suddenly heard that Jing Li and the two talked about the demons, he was angry and angry, his Leihuomen has always been upright, when did he have anything to do with the demons.

What nonsense!

Turning his head angrily, he wanted to teach these two nonsense boys a lesson. When he saw that the other party was also Jindan, and he was still so young, his heart skipped a beat. Looking again, although he didn't know which faction he was from, he just looked at his description Clothes are out of the ordinary, so I can guess which big sect's disciple he is.

The momentum of Xingshi's questioning of crimes was immediately weakened by half, and he really couldn't bear Leihuomen to be slandered by these two people, so he could only hold back his anger and argue, "My Leihuomen has always been upright, and I have never had anything to do with people in the demon clan. The disciple suddenly lost his mind when he got mad just now, how can the two fellow Taoists talk nonsense."

Both Jing Li's gazes immediately turned to the elder.

The elder felt a little uneasy when they saw him, but he refused to bear the blame for nothing, and still poked his neck to distinguish from them.

After Cang Qi and the others finished speaking, they spoke. "He has demonic energy about him."

An obsession is different from a demon, and he can't make a mistake himself.

The elder came a step late, and when he arrived, Cang Qi had already beheaded the man, and he only saw pieces of flesh all over the ground, so naturally he couldn't feel any demonic energy, and of course he refused to admit it.At this time, many people had already gathered around, if this crime was confirmed, they would not have to mess around with Lei Huomen.