Until Wei Yuan returned to the waiting area and sat down, there was a noise outside the entire Shangwu bang, and everyone was discussing each other with an incredible look on their faces.

"I read it right just now. Wasn't Wei Yuan the one who was thrown out?"

"Are you blind?

Didn’t Wei Yuan walk down from Shangwu and bang!”

"That's right, yes... but why is this not what I thought?"

"It seems like you think so, it's different from what I think!"

"My God, I, he, lie down and go out. Oh my God, I'll swing again, and the person is flying!"

"Come here, this person is crazy, take it away!"

In the waiting area, Wei Sheng stared at Wei Yuan who was resting with his eyes closed, and murmured to himself, "This is impossible! Qi Hai Yi Ji can actually have the ability to kill the fourth rank in an instant!"

Wu Zixin walked to Wei Sheng and smiled, "Brother Wei, you have to be careful. Wei Yuan seems to be hiding his weakness all the time."

As he said this, Wu Zixin glanced at Wei Yuan's direction intentionally or unintentionally and continued, "With the strength he showed just now, there are at least sixth grade, and it is even better than that. Brother Wei doesn't know if he can match it?"

"You don't have to worry about this. I can find a way to do it myself."

Wei Sheng snorted coldly.

Wu Zixin chuckled, patted Wei Sheng on the shoulder, turned around and returned to his seat, and said before parting, "Brother Wei, don't forget the treasure I gave you. As long as you don't take it during the battle, it's not considered a violation!"

After Wei Yuan's battle, it was difficult for the next few games to set off such a frenzy. Everyone was still discussing Wei Yuan's strength, even those on the watch platform were the same.

In two hours, all the competitions were over, and there were only sixteen people left. In order to avoid someone taking advantage of loopholes, everyone draws lots again.

This time, when Wei Yuan took the field to draw lots, there was no more ridicule outside the Daping, and only a few were amazed, shocked and incredible.

Li Tianming sat upright in the center of the martial arts platform and nodded with a smile. It seemed that he had a good guess. Wei Yuan was really a golden scale in the pool. When the wind and clouds gathered, they could turn into dragons and ascend. Today's martial arts competition was a strong wind.

Just as he was thinking this way, the second round of competition officially began. After the screening of the first game, the rest were all people above the fifth grade. In everyone's opinion, most of the leader's position was Wu Zixin, after all, he was the only one in the eighth grade realm.

But despite this, everyone is most concerned about Wei Yuan now. After all, a waste turned into a master who overturned the fourth-grade cultivator with one hand. The most important thing is that it is still unknown how much strength Wei Yuan still hides, the sixth-grade?

Seventh grade?

Or the eighth grade?

So after the game started, everyone was looking forward to Wei Yuan playing again.

But when Wei Yuan really came on stage, everyone was stunned, and it could even be said that they didn't expect it to be like this.

The reason is very simple. Wei Yuan’s opponent is Wu Zixin, the strongest among this group of people, Wu Zixin.

The moment he saw the two of them walking into the big ping at the same time, Li Chudong on the high platform immediately stood up, "Hey, it's interesting now. Wu Zixin is also an eighth-grade. This time the master should take action!"

Hearing this, Wu Long frowned slightly, "Although Wei Yuan showed some strength and was considered to have gotten rid of the name of a waste, but when facing Zixin, does the eldest lady really think he has a chance of winning?"

"Master Wu, I still say the same thing, don't shoot yourself in the foot later."

After saying this, Li Chudong ignored Wu Long and looked at Shangwu Bang with all his attention.

Guo Qian chuckled, "I finally know who Miss Li Chudong's master is. My feelings are the young head of the Wei family."

Li Tianming smiled and nodded, "Child Guo doesn't care."

"Where is it? If Wei Yuan's swordsmanship is really as Miss Li said, then it would be hard to say the leader of this competition."

Just as they were chatting, Wu Zixin looked at Wei Yuan from afar, chuckled, and said, "Young Master Wei is hiding very deeply."

"Tibetan?

What you said is a bit confusing. Do I need to hide it?"

Wei Yuan raised his eyebrows slightly.

Wu Zixin narrowed his eyes and then smiled, "Young Master Wei is honest. You should be not weak. If you didn't meet me, you would probably be able to compete with Wei Shengyi for the position of young head of the family."

"To be honest, you think too much of yourself. Putting aside Wei Sheng, do you really think that you can compete with me with just eighth-grade cultivation?"

Wei Yuan chuckled.

"Just eighth grade?"

Wu Zixin was stunned for a moment, then laughed, laughing louder and louder, more and more exaggeratedly. After laughing, he said coldly, "Wei Yuan, you are seeking death by yourself, so don't blame me for being merciless."

As he finished speaking, Wu Zixin stepped on the bluestone slab and shot out his body. With a wave of his hand, he threw his sword away with a magnificent spirit.

Wei Yuan's face did not change, he slightly turned his head to avoid the stabbing sword, turned around and bent his fingers into claws, and grabbed Wu Zixin's face door.

As soon as the two fought, spiritual energy was everywhere. Although Wei Yuan was only at the peak of the fourth grade and the fifth grade, the experience he had was not comparable to that of a little Wu Zixin.

After several confrontations, Wu Zixin was surprised to find that his sword edge could not even touch the corner of Wei Yuan's clothes. He even felt that Wei Yuan seemed to know what move he was going to use all the time, and his sword was not hidden in his eyes.

"This is impossible!"

Wu Zixin looked shocked.

Not to mention him, even everyone on the martial arts watch were a little surprised. Wu Long frowned fiercely and thought to himself, "I didn't expect it to hide so deeply. Fortunately, Changdu has already solved this Wei Yuan by chance, otherwise it will be a big disaster in the future."

"boom!"

A huge roar spread, and Wu Zixin swung his sword back, setting a distance of more than ten feet from Wei Yuan, then looked up in shock, "You can't block my sword with just one qi sea and one stump."

Wei Yuan didn't pursue him, and he lost one hand, making him look calm, "Your sword?

You deserve to be called a sword, don't joke with me."

Wu Zixin frowned and snorted coldly, "Okay, then let you see my real swordsmanship!"

As he finished speaking, Wu Zixin took a deep breath, raised the sword in his hand flat in front of him, closed his eyes slightly, and the spiritual energy in his body surged wildly, quickly emerging towards the sword in his hand.

"This is!"

Seeing this scene, Guo Qian on the high platform frowned suddenly, "Qianziyuan swordsmanship, snow all over the mountain!"

"Qianziyuan swordsmanship!" Li Chudong frowned slightly, "Isn't that a technique that only disciples of Qianziyuan can learn?

How could this Wu Zixin be?”

Li Tianming smiled slightly, "Don't forget that the leader of the Wu family has more than one son. Isn't his eldest son Wu Zitian a student of the Ganzi Academy of the Imperial College?"

Hearing this, Wu Long smiled slightly, "It's just a move. The Sword Book of Xuemanshan is still in the Imperial College for Ganziyuan. This is not considered stealing the arts."

Guo Qian nodded slightly, "No, Imperial College is famous all over the world for learning. Since Wu Zitian can learn this Sword Book of Xuemanshan, it is his ability. We will naturally ignore who he wants to teach."

Hearing him say this, Li Chudong frowned suddenly. The magical and sword scriptures collected by Ganziyuan are all famous all over the world. The snow-covered mountain is even more powerful. The most important thing is to preserve it in an extremely complete way. If you can learn it all, the power will naturally be extraordinary.

Even if Wu Zixin only knows one move and half a move, he is no matter how much he says he is the treasure of the immortal strong man and should not be underestimated.

Just as she was thinking this, the sword energy swept across the big ping, like a hurricane. Wu Zixin slowly soared and stood in the void, holding a long sword in his hand, as if a god was coming to the world.

Everyone was shocked by this scene. The strength of the eighth-grade monk is indeed not to be underestimated.
Chapter completed!