In the eyes of many disciples, Huang An's body didn't even move before Zhou Miao flew out.
But in my eyes, I saw another scene: at the beginning of the competition, Huang An suddenly got angry, like a phantom, instantly came to Zhou Miao, slapped Zhou Miao three times, and then returned to his original position in an instant, Zhou Miao didn't even have time to react before flying backwards.
Its speed was even faster than that of Black Phoenix, and even caused many disciples to have the illusion that Huang An had not moved.
And in addition, Huang An's control of power can be said to have reached a subtle level.
During the entire attack, there was not a trace of excess energy leaking out.
Not to mention ordinary people, I am afraid that most masters of refining Qi and transforming into gods cannot master such delicate control.
This is a typical method of breaking through the face, concentrating all your strength to instantly break through the enemy's weakness without wasting any energy.
No wonder there were rumors before that Huang An had crossed two realms and killed the master of refining Qi and becoming a god.
From this point of view, it was indeed very possible.
"Amitabha, this Huang An should not be underestimated."
Puzhi said seriously.
In addition to Pu Zhi, even Nangong Sheng, Miyamoto Zangyi and others showed a slightly shocked expression.
"The sixth round of the second round is Huang Ansheng of Ah Han Palace.
The winners of the second round are Fenxiang Gu Puzhi, Qing Xuan Zong Ye Xianlan, Qing Yun Guan Nangong Sheng, Yin Long Valley Xue Ping, Yu Jiao Liu Ruyan, Ah Han Palace Huang An.
The disciples who have reported their names are ready to go on stage to draw lots and start the third round of competition."
Below the ring, the elder who was presiding over the competition reported.
Pu Zhi and I looked at each other and smiled, and walked towards the No. 6 ring together.
"Amitabha, if you and I are drawn to play against each other, the poor monk will voluntarily abstain."
Halfway through, Pu Zhi suddenly said.
"No, let's each rely on our abilities.
You are strong, so there is no need to let me go."
I refused.
"Amitabha, the poor monk is still a little short of strength.
The donor should be more confident than me.
I just hope that the donor can recharge his batteries so that he can exert his strongest strength in the next competition and keep the Hand of Heaven in China.
"Puzhi said modestly.
"It seems that you care about the Hand of Heaven, but the result of the draw is determined by God.
Maybe we will stagger again and enter the top three together, haha."
I laughed.
Puzhi clasped his palms together and said nothing.
He didn't know what he was thinking.
When many of the onlookers heard my laughter, they showed disdain.
"Hmph, you're so arrogant.
Among these six people, except for Huang An, who doesn't have a deeper foundation of Taoism and cultivation than him?
If it weren't for Zhang Hantian Fangshui of Longhu Mountain, this Ye Hesitation would have stopped the first twelve Come on, he doesn’t have the right to speak, and even if he pretends to be a bad guy, it will be embarrassing if he is defeated by someone later, haha.”
"Oh, that's right.
Two of the top six spots were inexplicably taken up by these two people.
I'm really upset.
You said Hongfa, Ning Wuque and others, which one is more qualified than them?"
"This is luck.
You didn't see their opponents.
One of them voluntarily gave up, and the other was seriously let down.
But their good luck will only end.
They will probably lie down and roll off the ring soon, haha."
"That's right, when they meet such stunning figures as Xue Ping and Nangong Sheng, they can only beg for mercy."
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"When you said that, I suddenly remembered.
Doesn't Ye Hesitant have a grudge against Xue Ping?
If these two people confront each other, with the strength that Xue Ping has shown before, Ye Hesitant may not be able to escape death."
"That's right, that's right.
I also remembered it.
This Ye Hesheng is really not a good person.
He dares to mess with a stunning person like Xue Ping.
I guess there will be some fun in a while, hehe."
It seemed as if their quota had been taken away, and many disciples were aggrieved.
During the time when everyone was communicating, Puzhi and I also finished drawing lots one after another.
The result of this drawing was still not what I expected.
Pu Zhi faced Xue Ping, I faced Nangong Sheng, and Huang An faced Liu Ruyan.
Ever since I participated in the fighting tournament, my destiny seemed to be completely different from Xue Ping's.
After so many games, I didn't even match up.
I couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.
Puzhi clasped his palms together and glanced at me.
Apparently his plan to meet me also failed.
Not far away, Xue Ping looked at the number in his hand, smiled coldly, and murmured in a low voice: "That's fine.
Thanks to you, I have completely inspired the Nine Cauldron Scriptures.
Now the gap between you and me is like a world of difference.
Killing you is as easy as squeezing an ant to death .
But if I let you die easily, wouldn't it be easier for you to torture you bit by bit?
Isn't it more interesting to see the pain on your face but you can't do anything about it?
You can't stand it if you insult Zhang Bao.
This Puzhi bald donkey seems to It’s better to have a better relationship with you, hehe.”
With a sneer, Xue Ping looked at Puzhi, with a trace of resentment flashing in his eyes, and said softly: "Puzhi Bald Donkey, don't blame me for being ruthless.
You brought your own fate today.
Who asked you to protect Ye Xingyou and me everywhere?
If you go against me, I have to make you understand the consequences of offending me, hum."
"The first match of the third round has begun.
Fenxiang Valley Puzhi will face Hidden Dragon Valley Xue Ping.
The other disciples will temporarily withdraw."
Soon, the elder who presided over the competition knocked the gong, indicating that the third round of competition for the top three had officially begun.
"Be careful.
His protective bronze tripod is very powerful.
If you can't break it, just surrender.
I will deal with him severely."
I noticed Xue Ping's unkind eyes and reminded him with some worry.
"Amitabha, please don't worry, the poor monk knows the importance."
After reciting the Buddha's name, Pu Zhi clasped his palms together and looked at Xue Ping.
I nodded, tiptoed, and followed Huang An and others to turn over and jump off the ring.
On the ring, Xue Ping slightly curved the corners of his mouth and looked at Pu Zhi playfully.
"Do you still remember what I said?"
Xue Ping asked.
Seeing that Puzhi didn't reply, he was a little dissatisfied, and then snorted coldly, "You are still pretending to be stupid in front of me, very good, then I will tell you again, You have repeatedly helped Ye Xingyou fight against me, and I will make you regret what you did that day."
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"Amitabha, the benefactor is blessed, and the poor monk has no regrets."
Pu Zhi said with his palms clasped together, his expression neither humble nor arrogant, neither sad nor happy.
"Haha, don't worry, it's too early to say this, and you will regret it soon."
With a loud laugh, Xue Ping exuded a terrifying aura, like a mountain torrent, like a storm, like a volcano, erupting fiercely, blowing Xue Ping's black hair and sleeves up and making a whirring sound.
"Dong dong dong" Xue Ping stepped towards Pu Zhi.
As he walked, it was like the beating of war drums, loud noises and ear-piercing sounds, and the arena shook.
"Die to me" Less than two meters away from Puzhi, Xue Ping suddenly exploded, tiptoeing a little, leaping high, and blasted directly towards Puzhi's head.
The powerful momentum was as heavy as the top of a mountain
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