(Kun was actually harmonious by Dianniang, so I changed it and emmm)

Wei Zhuang's face was sturdy and red, and blood from his nose also splashed out. His handsome face was ruined.

This made Wei Zhuang dizzy and had no time to react, but Jiang Kun quickly took the ball, knocked it on the ground like a big roc spread its wings, and then transported it to Wei Zhuang.

As he got closer, Wei Zhuang had no power to resist.

Jiang Kun pushed with his shoulder, and Wei Zhuang flew backwards out of the stage and was caught by a kind of person below the stage.

Jiang Kun put away the ball, circled on his index finger, and then laughed and said, "I'm giving up."

Wei Zhuang struggled to get up, touched his injured face, and his hands trembled a little.

But he dared not speak out, and he didn't leave anything. He seemed to have suffered huge injuries and turned around and ran away.

Everyone in Qinbei whispered.

"This Jiang Kun didn't use magic just now, right? He doesn't need sixth stages of cultivation at all."

"The envoy who defeated Zhaotai with just one ball."

"It's too much!"

"But I am really worthy of being the envoy of southern Guangdong, so amazing."

"Who else can beat him with the sixth level of cultivation?"

“…”

No one dared to come to power for a while, and after a while, another messenger jumped up.

This messenger was a man who looked very ordinary and looked quite old. He was wearing a greasy white shirt and trousers. He pulled out a short stick from his pants pocket, which seemed to be his magic weapon.

"Dongxu Shrine, Weng Yaocheng, come and ask for advice."

He did not talk nonsense and put on a fighting posture.

"Then I'm not polite!"

Jiang Kun smiled and the basketball that was spinning on his index finger fell to the ground. Then he started to move suddenly, rushed into Weng Yaocheng like a whirlwind, and hit him in the face with the spun ball.

Weng Yaocheng seemed to be the envoy of the Physical Arts Sect. He was calm and did not panic, and he flashed his short stick and whirled his arm.

The latter was frightened and dropped the ball and retreated, making a surprise sound.

However, although the ball was lost, it seemed as if it knew how to find the owner and bounced back.

Weng Yaocheng didn't give him any chance, he made gestures with one hand and attacked Jiang Kun with a short stick in the other hand. He waved a stick and took the opponent's head straight.

The spell was also cast at this time, and the short stick suddenly became longer, causing Jiang Kun, who had retreated and was ready to dodge, to be out of control.

"Shield open!" He didn't know what secret method he used, but suddenly a transparent shield unfolded at the critical point.

Weng Yaocheng's long stick hit the shield heavily, and was slightly blocked, but it still broke the light shield.

But that little bit of blockage was enough for Jiang Kun to hide away.

Everyone in the audience saw Jiang Kun being defeated and couldn't help but scream "Okay!".

"I am really worthy of being Dongxu's envoy."

"It's true."

"come on!"

Weng Yaocheng failed to achieve a blow, and regrouped and attacked Jiang Kun like a bison.

Jiang Kun put away the smile on his face, as if he was serious.

His ball appeared with a golden lightning arc, which looked a little stronger. As Weng Yaocheng approached, he quickly dribbled the ball and opened a distance from him to look for opportunities.

For a moment, the two fought back and forth, and they tried each other on the verge of success and failure.

A bit like a 2-man turn.

It was the mutual test lasting for two minutes, and the attack and defense of the two became more and more dangerous.

Once you connect your hands two or three times, you make a dull sound when the sandbag hits you.

Xi Anyu looked very wonderful, but he couldn't tell why.

It might be better if there was a commentary.

He looked at the master Qingdeng. This guy was still grinning with Qingdeng Zi, probably because he couldn't talk about crosstalk. Look at Hua Shanqian, she was very nervous about the game on the scene, and the occasional scene of Weng Yaocheng being defeated made her shocked.

Only Lin Yawu seemed to understand something, she was frowning.

Xi Anyu reached out and touched her shoulder, "Oh, Xiao Wu, what's going on now."

"Weng Yaocheng wants to lose." Lin Yawu, who was concentrating on observing and exchanging ideas, did not care about Xi Anyu's small movements.

"It doesn't seem to be evenly matched?" Xi Anyu stood beside Lin Yawu and expressed his opinions.

"Weng Yaocheng's physical strength is not as good as that of Jiang's surname. The man surnamed Jiang seems to be still reserved. Weng Yaocheng has almost taken out his ability."

"I'm going to lose again." Xi Anyu sighed: "Then can you beat that guy?"

Lin Yawu looked at the man beside her and realized that it was Xi Anyu who communicated with her. She felt defeated. She hummed and replied: "It wasn't possible before, but now it's hard to say."

Then continue watching the fight on the scene.

"Oh, Huo." This answer made Xi Anyu feel a little intriguing.

I used to be weak at Xiangyuan Lu, but did I become stronger when I got here?

While talking, Weng Yaocheng on the stage seemed to have lost his energy and made a mistake in his body movement, Jiang Kun hit the abdomen with a lightning ball and flew backwards.

There was a burst of exclamation in the audience.

Weng Yaocheng struggled to stabilize his body, and a long mark was drawn on the ground.

The opponent will definitely take advantage of this opportunity to pursue the victory. Weng Yaocheng had no time to adjust his breathing, so he could only cross his hands and block the thunder attack that would be chased later.

Although I don’t know if I can stop it, if I do nothing, I will lose!

However, Weng Yaochengcai calmed down and saw the ball of lightning suddenly magnified in front of him, like a train, rushing towards him.

It's impossible to stop it!

He closed his eyes and was ready to be seriously injured.

Seeing that Weng Yaocheng was about to be hit hard, an external force suddenly came and the ball with lightning was knocked out.

Everyone exclaimed again.

After coming back to his senses, he realized that it was Weng Yaocheng's superior god who rescued him.

The name of the god Xi Anyu can't remember it. He is a god in the Tianxuan realm of Dongxu Shrine. Oh, by the way, it seems that he is the one who is more impatient.

"Come down, Weng Yaocheng." The god said coldly, his voice a little unhappy.

I don’t know if it’s dissatisfaction with Weng Yaocheng or Jiang Kun’s pursuit of victory.

Maybe there are both.

Weng Yaocheng was unwilling to accept it, but he could only bow to Jiang Kun with his fists and retreat.

"You are quite awesome." Jiang Kun responded, not knowing whether it was praise or ridicule.

"I think I can still fight, is there anyone else? A big guy with a seventh level of cultivation can also come and communicate." He reached out to summon the basketball, slapped it in his hand twice, and glanced at the people below.

Originally, the "communication" between the divine messengers was only at the same level, and if they crossed the realm, it would seem unfair.

But he actually asked so, which was really ridiculous.

Everyone in Qinbei City felt aggrieved. Some divine envoys with a level of cultivation reached seventh level were not up, nor were they up.

After getting on, he won the other person, but his face was gone.

If you lose...
Chapter completed!