Latest website: The princes and lords sitting in the stands naturally also saw this scene, and they all recognized the gray-robed monk as the eldest prince.

This was considered a blatant bribe, and it undoubtedly slapped Fugui in the face.

Qi Fugui also had an ugly face, he didn't expect that the eldest prince would come out like this, if Zhou An was really bribed, then even if Qingzhou finally won the leader of the Immortal Contest, it would not mean much to him, instead he would lose all face .

The eldest prince showed a smile on his face. This was a blatant conspiracy. Even if Zhou An refused, it would not be a big problem. His goal was also achieved. This move would definitely create a gap between the two. Until Zhou An and Qi Fugui are not bound.

If you can, it is naturally the best.

"The eldest prince is very polite." Zhou An said, but his footsteps did not move, and he did not intend to accept the talisman.

The grey-robed monk's eyes turned cold, "Huh? Are you ready to take it?"

Zhou An opened one eye and closed the other, as if he was resting with his eyes closed, and said in a bad mood: "Don't you see that I can't reach it? Can you be sincere and send the things over? Is there anyone like you to do things like this? "

"Don't you want me to take over and make things difficult on purpose. "

The grey-robed monk was scolded by Zhou An, and his face suddenly turned ugly, but he didn't act arrogantly. After all, the eldest prince was watching from above at this time, so he walked up to the competition stage, and apologized: "I didn't think carefully, please Your Excellency Forgive me."

Zhou An took the talisman without taking a second look, and said, "I will think about it, and please send my greetings to your eldest prince."

The gray-robed monk didn't say much, he nodded and turned to leave. Looking unhappy, he disappeared into the crowd in a blink of an eye.

Seeing Zhou An sitting comfortably on the competition platform, holding the sword in one hand, he still didn't go down until the sixth round was about to start, and said to the referee beside him:

"I won't go down, it's too troublesome, anyway, I'll be the first one to come up later."

The corner of the referee's mouth twitched, but he didn't object, he just said, "It's up to you."

Of course not if it is someone else, but Zhou An can, this is the convenience of being a strong man.

Almost everyone in the stands could have guessed that now Qingzhou might win the top spot. Although Qingzhou only has Zhou An as a cultivator who transforms spirits, it is enough.

The competition begins.

Zhou An sat on the ring, with light rain floating in the sky, printing dots of spots on the floor, which seemed a bit cool.

He felt that he was like the big boss in the game, waiting for someone to challenge him, and it was indeed the case.

The first monk who came up had short blue hair and was still wounded. One arm was obviously just attached, and after the fierce battle before, he was not in good condition.

On the other hand, Zhou An has already sat here for two or three days, waiting for work at leisure, which can be regarded as taking advantage.

"Let's do it, there's no need for ink." Zhou An sat on the ground and didn't intend to stand up.

Seeing this, the monk showed shame and indignation, feeling that Zhou An was deliberately humiliating him, but he didn't know that Zhou An really couldn't stand up at this time, "I'm so angry!"

He shouted loudly and squeezed out the spell with both hands, and the sky was full of thunder, as if a thunder calamity had suddenly appeared. Of course, this is not a real thunder calamity, it is a thunder method that imitates the thunder calamity, and can be used against monks. Soul and body deal a devastating blow.

"too slow."

Zhou An looked at the sky, the thunder had been fully condensed and was about to fall, and then with a wave of one hand, the rusty long sword was unsheathed from the scabbard and slashed at the opponent.

All defenses were useless in front of this sword, and the monks in Hezhou had no way to dodge it, so they could only take it hard, and then the sword pierced through the aura shield and body, and flew out of the competition platform.

In the sky, the thunder that had condensed and hadn't landed dissipated because there was no spiritual energy to sustain it.

The next second and third monks were also easily defeated by Zhou An. If one sword is not enough, then two swords will be used.

The fourth monk flew up from the stage, wearing a black suit and a black mask, with a breath of air.

The breath is obscure, and it looks extremely mysterious.

Zhou An was stunned for a moment, and felt something was wrong. He had the same feeling as when he was facing Wang Tai in Jiewei Mountain. His breath was weird and distorted, and he said bluntly:

"My friend, you don't look right."

The monk wearing a black mask frowned, secretly startled, and said in a cold voice: "What's wrong, don't think that if you win the first few people, you will definitely kill me."

Zhou An looked sideways at the referee next to him, and found that there was nothing unusual about him, and he didn't seem to notice anything wrong with the monk in front of him.

"Zhou An vs. Liu Xiu!"

The referee's voice spread throughout the venue.

Although this competition has already had a result in the hearts of many people, it is the last competition of the Fairy Contest after all, and most people are paying close attention to it.

Zhou An didn't say much, since the other party had a problem, he only needed to let the other party show the prototype.

This time, he didn't wait for the opponent to strike first, but swung his sword one step ahead, and the sword light swept across the entire competition stage.

Surprisingly, Liu Xiu's body disappeared from sight the moment he was about to be slashed. It seemed that his speed suddenly became extremely fast, breaking through the blockade of the sword intent, dodging the sword, and appearing directly above.

He pointed to Zhou An who was sitting cross-legged on the ground below with one hand, black streamer appeared on the tip of his finger, "Lingxu finger!"

Zhou An also felt the aura of destruction, and his hairs stood on end all of a sudden. This is definitely not a method that ordinary cultivators can use.

Moreover, he also observed the competition between Hezhou and Gongzhou before. Although this person performed well before, he was just an ordinary cultivator of transforming spirits. Now he has shown such strength, which is unimaginable.

A black beam of light fell from the sky, piercing the ground, and Zhou An also appeared at the other end of the competition stage, almost all the sword armor on his body was broken.

If his movements were a little slower just now, and his body was pierced by the black beam of light, he might end up dead!

A large smooth hole of more than ten meters appeared where the beam of light penetrated, and the matter on the ground seemed to be dissociated and disappeared out of thin air.

The stage was full of discussions at this time, the competition that was thought to be unchangeable turned out to be turbulent, even the first prince himself was surprised, unaware that the monks under him actually had such a strong face~lightnovelpub.net~ Immediately he looked happy.

It would be the best if Hezhou could win the competition, and the father would naturally not have other monks.

At this moment, he didn't think so much at all, and he didn't want to know why the monk under his hand suddenly became so strong.

Qi Fugui's face was solemn, feeling a little bit ominous, such an unexpected change is not a good sign, and asked aloud: "What kind of method is this that can easily smash the competition platform?"

The material of the competition table is special, and a cultivator who transforms himself can destroy it, but he can never cause this level of damage. It is a bit too exaggerated, and it is believed that this is the method of a monk in the integration period.

As soon as this word came out.

The surrounding princes and princes naturally shook their heads, expressing that they did not recognize him.

Seeing this, the eldest prince felt that he couldn't lose face, and said, "This is considered a secret technique, so naturally we can't spread it widely."

King Jing'an said meaningfully: "We have never heard of this kind of secret technique. Brother is really hiding it."