Chapter 983: Stunned

"What is this?"

Chu Xiaotian looked at the black snails all over the ground, looking shocked, not knowing what Zhao Yan threw out.

However, when these black snails appeared, a faint layer of miasma suddenly rose on the ground of the ring.

This miasma is ink black and has a foul smell, which is very unpleasant!

"Not a good thing?"

Chu Xiaotian glanced at him in disgust, then turned cold, raised his hand and pointed again, "Test me!"

Suddenly, the nine-stage ruler floating on his head split into nine pieces again, turning into big black boards, and hitting in different directions!

Originally, his purpose was to use his nine-stage ruler to smash all these snails that could spit miasma into pieces!

But what he didn't expect was that when these nine black boards were knocked down separately, these black snails actually sprayed black liquid out at the same time!

"Puff puff puff!"

Hundreds of black snails sprayed black liquid out at the same time, and these liquids just happened to be sprayed on the surface of the nine-phase ruler!

"Chew!"

I saw the nine-segment ruler that turned into nine large black boards suddenly heard the surface, and white smoke rose. The liquid sprayed from these black snails was rapidly corroding the nine-segment ruler!

"No!" Chu Xiaotian screamed in pain.

No matter how steady he is, he can't keep his mood at this moment. You must know that he has spent all his property in order to build this nine-stage ruler!

Now that the liquid sprayed out of these black snails was corroded, the connection between the nine-stage ruler and his thoughts was interrupted!

"My nine-stage ruler!"

Chu Xiaotian roared wildly and rushed to Jiudanzi who had fallen to the ground!

"Chance!"

At this time, Zhao Yan, who had been standing next to him, moved his figure, raised his hand and slapped the storage bag around his waist, and grabbed a shiny flying sword!

In just a moment, Zhao Yan came to Chu Xiaotian, and the flying sword shook, and the sharp tip of the sword pointed at Chu Xiaotian's eyebrows!

"It's the same again!"

The four Jindan seniors sitting around the ring were the four who Zhao Yan had treated Tian Kuxin yesterday. Today's scene was exactly the same as yesterday!

Zhao Yan won yesterday and used this posture, pointing at the tip of his sword at the center of Manniu's eyebrows!

Chu Xiaotian's beloved weapon was destroyed, and at this moment, he was completely disappointed.

He ignored Zhao Yan's flying sword at all, but held the nine-stage ruler that was about to be corroded and damaged, and yelled with gritted teeth, "Bitch, it's just a competition. Why are you damaging my weapons? You give me my nine-stage ruler!"

Zhao Yan ignored him, but stabbed the flying sword in his hand slightly a millimeter...

"No!" Chu Xiaotian felt pain, his eyebrows were pierced. He was so scared that he retreated wildly and said angrily, "Do you really want to kill me?"

Zhao Yan then withdrew the weapon in his hand and said lightly, "Your Senior Sister of Xuanji Sect said just now that the opponent on the ring is like an enemy, and you should take full advantage of your strength! Of course, I will use whatever means I have. I only use the third level of foundation building. To defeat your eighth level of foundation building, I can only use such means! I can only apologize if I cause your treasure to be damaged!"

After Zhao Yan finished speaking, he then turned his gaze to the oldest of the four Jindan seniors, saying, "This uncle, the victory and loss of this battle have been decided!"

Just now, Zhao Yan pointed his sword at Chu Xiaotian's eyebrows. If he really wanted to kill Chu Xiaotian, it would be a matter of a flash. Therefore, the outcome of this battle has been decided!

Senior Jindan did not hesitate and directly announced, "In this competition, Xie Qingsheng of the Sword Valley was defeated, and Chu Xiaotian of the Xuanjimen was defeated!"

"What? This is OK!"

When the results were announced, the ceremonial halls around the ring were in an uproar, and all the disciples of each sect were stunned.

"This little monk from the sword valley is really too despicable!" All the disciples of the Xuanji Sect started to make noise.

Everyone can see it very clearly. If it is true that this little monk from Sword Valley is far inferior! But this guy actually used some despicable little tricks to deliberately deface the weapons in the hands of Senior Brother Chu Xiaotian!

Every cultivator has a favorite precious weapon in his hand. Chu Xiaotian's weapon was damaged. Of course, he was in an unbalanced mood and was even more seized by Zhao Yan. Chu Xiaotian was sentenced to failure!

"Damn it, this is not a real skill at all, it's just some despicable tricks!"

"This three-stage of the mixed spirit root is too cunning and shameless. He won't win!"

The surrounding venue was in an uproar, but Zhao Yan ignored it and left Chu Xiaotian, who was wiping the nine-digit ruler in a crazy way, turned around and walked off the ring.

"My junior brother wins again!" Zheng Hongsheng and others felt like they were dreaming.

I just saw that Zhao Yan was obviously at a disadvantage, but who knew that in the blink of an eye, I won another game!

But in this game, the victory was even more shameless than yesterday! It also destroyed Chu Xiaotian's weapon, and there were harsh words and insults coming from all around. Zheng Hongsheng and others also looked embarrassed when they heard it.

The child Wen Ziyu whispered, "Senior Brother, should we go up and congratulate you?"

"This..." The eldest brother was also a shameless person and hesitated suddenly.

Logically speaking, if the junior brother wins, their senior brother in the Broken Sword Tower should immediately rush up to express his congratulations!

But now the crowd was excited, and all the spectators present wanted to go up and beat Zhao Yan, and everyone was cursing. If they went up to congratulate their junior brother at this time, would Zheng Hongsheng feel that he would be insulted by everyone?

The scene was a bit out of control, and the disciples of each sect responded fiercely.

Originally, this was a friendly battle. Zhao Yan used despicable means to damage other people's weapons, and then took the opportunity to defeat Chu Xiaotian, which was very disgusting!

Under such a scene, Zheng Hongsheng and others felt that they had no shame to congratulate Zhao Yan on his victory!

But what everyone didn't expect was a yellow shirt figure with a moving figure...

Huang Ailin, with a peerless face, actually stood up before everyone, walked up to Zhao Yan, nodded and praised, "Congratulations on your victory, you surprised me again! Every time I see you, I always surprise me!"

Zhao Yan shrugged awkwardly, looked around and said, "But it seems that no one welcomes me very much."

Huang Ailin's peerless face, which has always been like an iceberg, suddenly smiled and said, "To be honest, your game today is really too despicable!"

"Okay, even you say that." Zhao Yan smiled helplessly and said, "It's really difficult for me to defeat the eighth floor of foundation building on my third floor!"

"Don't come." Huang Ailin angrily said, "I have something to ask you."

"Then let's talk as we go."

At this moment, the entire arena is quiet, and the needle can be heard!

Hundreds of monks from various sects watching the battle around the arena, all of whom were looking at it with dementia!

"How is it possible! Huang Ailin actually knew this Miscellaneous Spirit Root San long ago, and she even smiled at him!"
Chapter completed!