The morning sun lazily sprinkled on the sea of ​​clouds. The disciples of Qingyun Sect came to the square as they did in the previous two days, and continued to watch the Qingyun Sect's Seven Clans Martial Arts Competition, which was held once every sixty years.

The top eight have now been announced, namely Zhang Xiaochun, Zhang Xiaofan, Qi Hao, Lin Jingyu, Lu Xueqi, Zeng Shushu, Tian Ling'er, and a disciple from Tongtian Peak.

Among the top eight, three disciples were from Dazhu Peak, which surprised Tian Buyi. It would be fine if it was just Zhang Xiaochun and his own daughter, but Zhang Xiaofan did have some luck to get to this point.

Just like in the original novel, Zhang Xiaofan met an opponent who could not participate in the next match because both of them were injured in the previous round, and he automatically advanced.

But no matter what, we are within the top eight, right?
Among them, Zhang Xiaochun fought against Qi Hao; Lu Xueqi fought against Tian Ling'er; Zhang Xiaofan fought against Lin Jingyu; and Zeng Shushu fought against the disciple from Tongtian Peak.

The first game was between Zhang Xiaochun and his opponent was his "old enemy" Qi Hao.

When Qi Hao saw that his opponent was Zhang Xiaochun, his face had already turned black. This was because anyone who played against Zhang Xiaochun either fled in embarrassment or left a dirty look on the ground.

He was so "famous" that he really didn't want to fight with Zhang Xiaochun in the ring and make a fool of himself.

From his master, Qi Hao also learned what Zhang Xiaochun's magic was all about. It seemed like an illusion, which scared his opponent so much that he pissed himself and was terrified.

It is a natural physiological fear and awe, like the crushing of a life class.

It is the natural submission and fear of the weak towards the strong.

Qi Hao didn't take it seriously at first. After all, no matter how scary the illusion was, how scary could it be? But after Master Cangsong repeatedly told him to do so, Qi Hao had no choice but to believe it.

After all, his own master has been tricked. Qi Hao cannot compare to his master in terms of cultivation. How can he guard against such a method?
Qi Hao put on an ugly smile, bowed, and said with a wry smile: "Please show mercy, Junior Brother!"

Zhang Xiaochun's playful smile revealed something strange: "Don't worry, Senior Brother. Master has ordered that we won't use the previous magic again in the Seven Veins Martial Arts Competition."

Hearing this, Qi Hao couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"However, I have another spell that I would like Senior Brother Qi to appreciate. What do you think?"

Qi Hao seemed to have gained confidence at this time. He was not afraid of any normal game. Although he had a fight with Zhang Xiaochun a few years ago and he was not Zhang Xiaochun's opponent, he had reached the ninth level of Yuqing now and was no longer the same as before.

No matter how powerful Zhang Xiaochun is, he can't possibly be at the Shangqing realm, right?
In other words, the Silver Dragon Sword in his hand is powerful. If Zhang Xiaochun is confident that his magic is powerful and does not even unsheathe the Silver Dragon Sword, his chances of winning will greatly increase.

So he said, "If Junior Brother Zhang doesn't use the previous spell, just cast the other spells as you like. I'll take over!"

"Okay, this is what you said, brother!"

Listening to Zhang Xiaochun's slightly joyful words, Qi Hao suddenly had a bad premonition. He immediately held the Ice Fairy Sword in his hand, and a chilling cold air suddenly burst out, and even the arena was covered with three feet of thick ice.

"The shelf is nice, but it's useless!"

As Zhang Xiaochun flipped his palm, a powerful force of the earth's core magnetic force was applied to Qi Hao. Qi Hao immediately felt as if his body was filled with lead and mercury, as if he was carrying a mountain on his back.

Even the magic sword in his hand was so heavy that he couldn't lift it at all.

As Zhang Xiaochun's palm slowly pressed down, the earthy yellow magnetic divine light on Qi Hao's body became more and more obvious. His pupils were filled with blood, his veins were bulging, and he leaned his sword on the ring, half-knelt to prevent himself from falling. Qi Hao knew that this would not work, so he forced his spiritual power to transform into an icy blade, and flew up to stab Zhang Xiaochun.

But Zhang Xiaochun moved his hand slightly, and Qi Hao fell directly from mid-air onto the stage. In Zhang Xiaochun's hands, Qi Hao was like a young naughty boy, and he could manipulate him at will.

"Brother Qi, you still don't admit defeat?"

Seeing that Qi Hao remained silent, Zhang Xiaochun secretly increased the power of the geomagnetic core. Who knew that Qi Hao now only wanted to curse, "I have to be able to say something even if I admit defeat!"

At this time, Qi Hao had already been "pressed" to the ground by the magnetic force of the earth's core. He didn't even have the strength to struggle. Even if he wanted to muster up the courage to speak, he probably couldn't.

Seeing Qi Hao remained silent, Zhang Xiaochun thought to himself, "Qi Hao is quite tough, so let me give him some strength!"

This results in a situation where one side keeps increasing its strength while the other side is already in tears.

Until the end, a foul smell came and Qi Hao's Taoist robe was stained yellow. Zhang Xiaochun realized it belatedly and was still amazed in his heart.

"As expected of the senior brother of Longshou Peak, he refuses to admit defeat even at this point. I admire you!"

Qi Hao only felt a burst of wetness and heat down there, and he felt sad and angry, and he even wanted to die!

However, Cangsong Zhenren in the stands noticed something was wrong and immediately shouted, "Stop it now!"

Zhang Xiaochun obediently took back the geomagnetic force. Qi Hao then climbed up shakily, lowered his head, looked at the burnt yellow on his Taoist robe, and cursed:
"Zhang Xiaochun, I will never coexist with you!"

Zhang Xiaochun coughed and acted like a gentleman, reminding him: "Brother Qi, I never take advantage of others. You should change your clothes as soon as possible. After all, we are in public..."

Qi Hao then realized the look on the disciples' faces on the ring, and he immediately covered his face and fled. Cangsong Zhenren's face on the stands turned pale. Now his Longshou Peak had become very famous, and he was completely embarrassed!

In the Seven Clans Martial Arts Competition, two disciples were beaten into such a state by their opponents.

Immediately, Cangsong Zhenren looked at Tian Buyi with gnashed teeth and roared, "Fatty Tian!"

Tian Buyi also wanted to laugh in his heart, but he was the head of a peak after all, so he suppressed his smile and said in a pretentious manner: "Oh, Junior Brother, I'm sorry, your disciple has already gone down, is this another lucky victory for my disciple?"

Master Cangsong looked at that fat face and really wanted to slap him in the face.

He asked, "Fatty Tian, ​​where did your disciple learn these methods? They are simply evil and unorthodox. They are not from the right path at all!"

"Brother Daoxuan, in my opinion, we should investigate it thoroughly!"

When Tian Buyi heard that someone was going to throw dirty water on his disciple, he was so angry that he immediately defended his disciple and retorted, "What? If my disciple wins, he is an evil heretic, but if your disciple wins, he is a righteous person. How can this be justified?"

"Brother Daoxuan, please judge for yourself. How come his disciple won? Why can't my disciple win?"

(End of this chapter)