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The first round of the exhibition match was in the form of 1v1. The contestants were two No. 17 generation low-level disciples of Nanming Temple, who were still young and not deep in cultivation.

As Yan Jingchen said, the position of the Kunlun School is very good, they can clearly see the movements of the two disciples on the stage.

In order to make it easier for guests with poor seats to see the exhibition match clearly, Nanming Temple specially set up a four-sided curtain above the venue, with seats divided into four directions.I don't know what method was used, but the big screen can actually project the scene on the stage. At this moment, the faces of the two contestants are being projected at close range on the big screen. Under the close-up, Tong Wu can't help seeing their expressions. Extremely nervous, even before the game started, fine beads of sweat oozed from their foreheads.

Fighting skills are no different from ordinary games, and it will inevitably bring disaster to Chi Yu. Generally, the referees will not leave the field, but watch the game from a special seat on one side.

After the two contestants saluted each other, the referee gave an order and the exhibition match began.

I saw that neither of the two disciples planned to take the lead. Instead, they both took a step back and carefully observed each other.

Tong Wu watched the big screen from time to time, and found that he could read some murderous intent from the two of them, but it was not obvious.

Finally, after a 2-minute stalemate, the short one took the lead in attacking the opponent. He shouted loudly and threw himself at the same door. When he reached the opponent's front, his palm suddenly turned into a fist, and his strong fist hit the bridge of the opponent's nose. Seeing that the disciple who was being raided covered his nose, he stepped back three steps.

The short man was not proud of his success with the blow. When the opponent's nose was mixed with sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and five flavors, he acted more cautiously. He swam carefully for half the time, until he saw the opponent's empty left hand make a small movement After that, his eyes immediately flashed, he twisted his waist and writhed in the office, narrowly dodging an attack.

"Lian Xun, you are actually using a hidden weapon by deceit!" The short man hid in a panic, and after getting up, he yelled at the fellow who had just been hit in the face by him.

"I'm cheating?" Lian Xun finally felt that his nose was better, but his voice was still a bit muffled, like an eunuch, "Who stipulated that concealed weapons cannot be used in the competition? But you, it is reasonable to hit people in the face?"

At this point, everyone could see that the two Nanming disciples were at odds.

As soon as Lian Xun finished speaking, the short man stopped talking to him, and jumped up again, and the two fought together again.

Tong Wu looked at the edge of the table that had been blown off, and asked Yan Jingchen softly: "Then what hidden weapon did Lian Xun use just now, and why is it so powerful?" If it wasn't for the short man who hid quickly, half of his body would be blown up right now .

"It's a magic weapon. It's powerful, but it only works once." Yan Jingchen frowned when he answered, always feeling that this match would not end well.

Sure enough, as Yan Jingchen expected, the two Nanming disciples seemed a little desperate after the fight.

The seventeenth generation disciples of Nanming were all relatively late, and the longest one so far is probably only more than 100 years old. Under such circumstances, unless there is a genius among them, the seventeenth generation disciples who are still relatively low-level will not be able to compare with each other. It should be based on physical skills, supplemented by fighting spells. According to the previous competition rules of Nanming Temple, I am afraid that the competition between low-level disciples will kill more people from fighting than magic damage, but now... the situation is a bit weird.

The short guy obviously hasn't made any achievements in magic, and he did have a slight advantage after he succeeded in attacking the face at the beginning, but after dozens of moves, he began to lose, because he had already been used a lot of magic to attack him Lian Xun was so crushed that he couldn't move, so he could only be beaten.

Seeing that the situation was not right, Tong Wu sat up nervously.

Seeing that the short man's stature was not as nimble as it was at the beginning, Lian Xun threw out a thunder talisman and a magic weapon one after another, and greeted the short man with two killing moves. Five, being hit by the great power of the magic weapon, he flew back five or six meters and hit the pre-set barrier beside the platform, and his body fell limply to the ground and remained motionless.

"Wow!" There was an instant uproar in the arena, some were shocked, some applauded.

Lian Xun stood aside indifferently, watched the referee go up to straighten the short man's body, checked his breathing and pulse, and asked coldly, "How is it?"

The referee shook his head, the short man is dead, he is dead.

When the referee announced the death of the short man, Lian Xun immediately laughed triumphantly, stepped forward and kicked the short man's body, not afraid of criticism, and arrogantly said in front of the public: "You want to kill me? It's not that easy! "After finishing speaking, he stepped down from the platform where the barrier had been removed long ago.

Someone died in the first round of the exhibition match, and Nan Mingdian didn't seem to want to blame him. This development is really... irritating.

Of course, among the guests present, except for the Kunlun Sect and Kong Yuan, the others seemed to have no feeling for the dead. Even the few sects that were shocked at first quickly accepted this reality, and they were very excited about the upcoming exhibition match and their upcoming participation. I have a stronger mental preparation for the official competition.

The matter of the dead was soon revealed, and a disciple of Nanming came up to clean up the venue, and the second exhibition match began.

The second match was in 2v2 mode. The four disciples stood still in the arena and saluted. They also started the match after the referee ordered it. There wasn't any personal grievances involved, and the two groups had a well-behaved match, and their gorgeous skills slightly swept away the haze of killing people before.

At the end of the second match, Tong Wu heaved a long sigh of relief, sitting next to Yan Jingchen, looking very tired.

Yan Jingchen patted him on the back lightly, "What, are you tired?"

"A little bit." Tong Wu said softly.

"Don't take it too seriously. This incident was beyond our expectation. It's probably a personal grievance among the disciples of the Nanming Palace. Even if it wasn't today, Lian Xun would always find a chance to get rid of him."

Tong Wu nodded to show that he heard it, but he still didn't want to talk more.

Just when he was feeling depressed, there was a sudden sound of chanting sutras in his ears, and he turned his head to look, only to find that Kong Yuan had closed his eyes at some point, with a string of prayer beads wrapped around his clasped hands, and his lips squirmed slightly. , recited a solemn mantra to the past life.With the sound of his chanting, the surroundings gradually gathered fine fragments of brilliance, and after flying around the sky for a while, they gradually drifted away.

Tong Wu noticed carefully that the imprint between Kong Yuan's eyebrows was deeper.

When the brilliance was submerged in the deep black sea, Kong Yuan recited the reincarnation mantra to the end, but he didn't intend to open his eyes.

This kind of emptiness seems quite solemn, and it is far from the word "Monk" on Yan Jingchen's mouth for a while.

Tong Wu couldn't help admiring: "Master Kongyuan's precious appearance is solemn, and the day of attaining the Tao must not be far away."

Yan Jingchen smiled and said: "It's up to him whether he gets the right way, if he doesn't want to, the world is his way."

Tong Wu looked at Yan Jingchen with wide eyes, not understanding what he meant.

"You will understand in the future." Yan Jingchen didn't say anything, and Tong Wu didn't ask any more questions, probably because of the so-called secrets that cannot be revealed!

At this time, Kong Yuan seemed to have just recovered from a certain emotion. He slowly opened his slender eyebrows and looked at Tong Wu with some lingering solemnity and pity. He asked Tong Wu, "How, Little zombie, are you satisfied?"

Only then did Tong Wu know for whom he recited the rebirth mantra just now, and then he looked at Yan Jingchen, Tan Xin, Hong Sui, and Zi Qing, keeping everyone's expressions in his eyes and hiding them in his heart, and then silently relieved—— No one in the world deserves to die in vain. If you want to worry, you may not have enough energy. Why don't you just take care of those around you who care about you? That's enough.

After figuring out this section, Tong Wu suddenly felt a lot more relaxed, and he was not so nervous about the next game.

Anyway, he is a little zombie who only opened cheating, just like what Yan Jingchen said, no one can die for himself, everyone just wait and see in the arena!

In such a small episode, the third and fourth exhibition matches were over, and Elder Xuangui announced a half-hour break, after which there would be the last exhibition match, a five-on-five match.

As soon as Tong Wu heard it, he smiled for a long time before saying: "Yan Jingchen, you said that these 2v2, 3v3, 5v5 games are like the online game that Internet cafe customers like to play most. I remember that the arena in it is this kind of game. team system."

After hearing this, Yan Jingchen thought it was a bit interesting, and it really looked a bit like it, and it was all over if he was beaten to death.

But how can online games be on par with reality, everything in the fighting tournament is real, death is death, thousands of years of hard work are ruined, no one wants to bear this kind of failure, so they desperately want to win.

It has to be said that this bad habit of the Nanming Temple Fighting Competition, apart from the sponsor's efforts, the monks can't afford to lose, and it is also a breeding ground for the cultivation of bad habits.

During the half-hour break, the atmosphere was much more relaxed than in the exhibition match just now, and even many small sects came to say hello to Yan Jingchen, showing their goodwill to Yan Jingchen.

Elder Xuan Gui set the time very accurately, and when half an hour was up, he shouted again, and the scene was quiet again.

The 5v5 exhibition match was different from the previous four matches. Elder Xuangui not only reread the rules of the match, but also introduced the ten disciples of Nanming Temple participating in the match one by one, with a very solemn attitude.

Judging from the influence projected on the big screen, Tong Wu did notice the difference between these ten people.

The clothes worn by these ten people are the same as those of the previous Nanming disciples, and they are all the uniform practice uniforms of the Nanming Temple disciples, but their eyes are different. Compared with the previous ordinary disciples, these ten people look He has a lot more energy, and when he looks around, the radiant eyes are burning and powerful, like a sharp sword that can penetrate other people's bodies, with the arrogance and desire to win.

It seems that the next exhibition match will be very exciting. If you miss it, you will lose a lot of fun.

And these ten people... I'm afraid it's not just as simple as participating in an exhibition match.