Chapter 348

This rule has always been criticized by monks. Let alone the difficulty of one against ten, it's enough to upset the order. If the champion is a five level monk of Lianyuan, he will be crushed when he meets a late monk of Lianyuan, and there is no hope of promotion.

Many friars have clearly opposed it, but the fact that the challenge arena has been successfully held for more than 300 times is enough to show that their opposition is invalid. At that time, the person in charge of setting the rules said that the strength and luck of the friars were tested by one to ten, which is an important factor for successful friars.

A lot of people think about it carefully and find that this is exactly the reason. The hidden world is short of resources, and the fight between monks is particularly fierce. If they don't have strength, they can't survive. Once they go out for training, they are attacked by thieves. As for luck, it's more important than strength. Chance is especially important for monks. Many people have been practicing hard for decades, and they can't equal to a sudden realization or a treasure in a secret place. Isn't it all luck.

So the challenge arena competition has been carried out smoothly, until today.

The referee of No.2 challenge arena is a tall and thin monk in the early days of Zhuyuan Dynasty. At this time, the champion is a young monk who has successfully defended eight victories. Now he is quite high spirited and is recovering from drugs. There are many supporting martial brothers cheering him, but they attract Murong Ling's attention. Take a closer look, The Friar's face seemed familiar.

He poked Li Cang min's chest with a flower branch. "Cang min, did the monk Lian Yuan see him somewhere? He seems to be familiar."

Li cangmin was originally looking at her, and Wen Yan looked at her direction. He didn't have any special impression. In fact, he would not have noticed what other people looked like unless he was a necessary person. However, he saw the token on the man, clearly engraved with the word "Su". It was Su's family who was looking for trouble on the road, It must be the monk who survived in the spirit boat.

His eyebrows and eyes a light, way, "is enemy."

Murong Ling also saw the Su family token. She was very unhappy to see that he was about to win the 10th consecutive championship. She hoped that someone could end his winning streak and drive him down.

Just thinking about it, the tall and thin referee yelled, "in the 35th game, Su Xiu, the friar of the Su family, made a wonderful sound to Zhan San Xiu."

It's wonderful.

Murong Ling couldn't sit still and said to Li cangmin, "I'll go and cheer Miaoyin."

Whew and fly out.

Li cangmin didn't stop her either. The distance between the referee seat and the challenge arena was not far or near. If he was affected, he could stop her in time. However, he still took a look at Dahong next to him. The drooping Dahong was shocked and flew to protect him, "master, wait for me."

So the monks in the second challenge arena found that there was a monster holding a fiery red lotus in the air. He was surprised and kept muttering about which great monk's pet - the monster was always precious and fragile, and could not be hidden from the world. If he could come out and publicize it, it meant that he had a master.

Of course, it was also a monk who noticed the monk Zhuyuan on the referee's bench. Immediately, someone muttered that his companions were popular. All of them suddenly realized that they were looking at the referee's bench one after another. Sure enough, they saw a monk with strong momentum and cold breath looking this way. His eyes fell on the spirits exactly, so they did not dare to have any thoughts.

These people didn't notice that Su Xiu and his disciples in the challenge arena changed their faces at the moment they saw monk Zhuyuan, and their eyes were filled with hatred and anger. When they came back from the strange, they had returned to normal.

The only thing we're happy about is Miaoyin.

After she steered the paper crane to the challenge arena, she saw Yijing Yihua not far away, and immediately waved to them with a smile, "did Master Li ask you to come and cheer me up?"

Murong shook the corolla, "I came by myself. Miaoyin, you have to work hard. You have to fight this man down. "

It's said that Li cangmin didn't ask her to come. Miaoyin didn't lose heart at all. Instead, she nodded excitedly at her, patted her chest and promised, "don't worry, xiaohuahua. I won't let you down."

Little flower

Murong Ling draws her lips. As she is struggling to get a new name for herself, Su Xiu looks at Miaoyin coldly and says, "the challenge arena is not a place to talk. If this girl doesn't want to compete, she can give up and say enough."

Miaoyin just looked at him, disdainfully curled his mouth, "I say a few words, what's the matter, big man is so mean. Come on, come on, I'm not going to beat your ass

It has to be said that miaoyinla's ability to hate is as high as ever. In a word, Su Xiu's face is as black as the bottom of the pot. Su's disciples shout under the stage, "elder martial brother, teach this woman a lesson."And Mingxiu is worried to stare at Miaoyin, charged, "sister, you must pay attention to safety, but admit defeat."

Miaoyin turned a white eye at him, and took the lead in setting up a row of thorns to fight Su Xiu.

These friars' competition still has traces to follow. First, they set up their own defense weapons and then began to attack. Therefore, the wonderful sound of not playing cards in accordance with the routine disrupted Su Xiu's steps, who was condensing the border of defense, and waved his hand to attract fire.

He has already practiced seven levels of Yuan refining, and his casting speed and energy reserve are better than those of five levels of Yuan refining. As a result, they fight equally, and their magic will disappear after a spark in the air.

Miaoyin is not discouraged. The girl is hot-blooded and bold. She is also used to taking the initiative in the competition. She once again sacrificed a gourd with a big stomach. Immediately, a torrent of loess flew out of the gourd, which immediately filled the whole arena. Suddenly, yellow sand filled the arena. The Abbot rushed to fly, and her eyes fell on the gourd with a big stomach.

There was a discerning person at the bottom who immediately took a cold breath and exclaimed, "superior spirit weapon!"

With these words, many people's eyes became very hot. They looked at Miaoyin with envy and hatred. Even monk Zhuyuan's rare high-quality spirit weapon appeared in the hands of a monk Lianyuan. No wonder they were envious.

Someone sighed, "another one with a high price, and I don't know which one." In any case, ordinary casual repair certainly does not have such strength.

Miaoyin has never been a teacher or a member of a thousand schools. Now she's on the stage as a casual practitioner. Naturally, other people can't know her identity.

Su's disciples immediately retorted bitterly, "what if she is rich in value, what if she is a high-quality artifact. Her cultivation can only release one spell, and then our elder martial brother will win."