Chapter 325

"I admit defeat." before starting to fight, the young man standing opposite Qianyu took the initiative to admit defeat. His cultivation is not as good as others and his magic weapon is not as good as others. If he starts, he has no chance of winning at all.

"Qianfu mountain Qianyu wins. Please sign No. 3 to play on the stage."

"It's my turn."

"Junior brother, come on."

"Little martial uncle, you are the first of us to compete. You should set a good example for us."

"Little Lord, please." Li Gu nodded to Po.

Po smiled. He was confident in himself and said, "don't worry."

Po stepped onto the stage and saw a monk wearing a bright gold Taoist robe opposite him.

"Both parties report their names to each other."

"Qingyun sect Liu Yibao."

"Pan Zong pan Xiang."

"Pan Zong?" Po was stunned. Po had heard of Pan Zong. It was a famous first-class force in the green wood empire. Its strength was strong, which was a little stronger than the thousand volt mountain.

"Start the game." as soon as the referee's voice fell, he saw pan Xiang offer a big hammer with his tall and strong body. It was really a bit frightening.

"Boy, it's bad luck for you to meet me. Admit defeat as soon as possible, or don't blame me for making you into meat sauce." the rock item looked like a winning ticket.

"Come on, if you don't fight, how do you know who loses and who wins."

The people of Qianfu mountain under the stage looked at Po mockingly. Although the strength of Panxiang is only in the early stage of going out of the body, Qianyu should also deal with it carefully. It is said that the power of Panxiang can weigh ten thousand kilograms with a hammer. If it is hit, Qianyu won't feel good.

"In the early stage of going out of the body, it's a top-grade spiritual weapon." feeling the momentum of Pan Xiang, Po took a breath of cool air. It's worthy of being a centennial event in the world. This green wood ratio is really a large number of talents.

"Boom." Pan Xiang hit it with a hammer, and the hammer wind roared past Po. His skin hurt a little, leaving a dent on the ground.

The referee's face changed. The high platform was made of special metal. It was extremely hard. Even his cultivation of returning to the virtual world needed a lot of effort to leave such a dent on the high platform. The rock item hit a dent with a hammer.

Although Po was shocked, he sneered at the corners of his mouth and said in his heart, "do you compare strength with me?"

Looking at Pan Xiang waving the huge hammer in his hand for the second time, Po sneered at the corners of his mouth. The power of Qi and blood was running, and a faint red light came out of Po.

"Huh?" looking at Po, he was going to take over the giant hammer of Pan Xiang with his bare hands. People in Qianfu mountain looked at Po with a mocking face. They joked. Even if you are powerful, you want to take the next blow from a monk out of the body using a top-grade spirit weapon with your bare hands?

Just when they thought Po was going to be smashed off the platform, a scene that surprised them appeared.

Po waved his fist up, and the fist style brought a red awn. One punch hit the giant hammer on the rock's neck.

At the moment of the collision, the monks watching all made startling noises. They all agreed that Po seemed stupid, and only the people of tiandaozong could keep calm. Even Su Mu grew up and looked at Po. He knew that Po was powerful, but he couldn't believe that Po dared to take it with his fist. After all, flesh and blood are powerful. How can he compare with magic weapons.

In the disbelieving eyes and startled voices, pan Xiang's body flew upside down, the giant hammer in his hand came out, flew out, and fell on the ground. The referee was also stupid. Is this true?

This dramatic change made the people in the stands silly. The scene was quiet. Almost 100000 watching eyes stayed on the platform of the eighth group. The scene was quiet. For a long time, the referee came to pan Xiang, looked at Pan Xiang's painful face, swallowed a mouthful of water, and looked at Po like looking at a monster.

"I, I admit defeat." Pan Xiang said three words with difficulty. He saw pan Xiang get up from the ground with difficulty. His hands swinging a huge hammer shrugged and pulled down. His bones were broken. Although the consumption was not large, his arms were broken and lost his ability to fight.

If Po hadn't been immortal, he wouldn't dare to take it so hard.

Among all the first-class forces in the Qingmu Empire, Panxiang can rank among the top ten. Although he is not the most powerful young disciple of panzong, with his strength, if he did not meet a Bao, he would be able to advance into the top 100 as the top ten of the group, even the top ten of the whole Dabi. Panxiang also has strength competition, but he was unlucky to meet a Bao.

"Tiandaozong Liu Yibao won."

As soon as he said this, the monks watching felt it was an illusion. In terms of momentum and magic weapon, Panxiang clearly occupied an absolute advantage. How could Panxiang be killed by a Bao at once?

The people of Pan Zong were most shocked when they saw the rest area of Pan Zong. More than a dozen people looked angrily at Qingyun and pan Xiang, but pan Zong's second black horse, which could compete for the top ten black horses, was eliminated in the first round. Although they were angry, they were more surprised. In their cognition, Qingyun had been defeated, When did such a genius appear?

According to their investigation, Qingyun has long been empty. Although they don't know where Qingyun sect is hidden, the fact of Qingyun's decline is always true.

"Pan Xiang lost, pan Meng and Pan Han. You two must win two games, otherwise our pan Zong's position in Qingmu will be greatly affected, and there is a black horse in Qianfu mountain this time, so we can't underestimate it." Pan Zong was in group 8. Except for Qian Yu, other forces didn't pay attention to the defeat of Pan Xiang at all, Up to now, they haven't figured out what's going on.

"Master, the boy's strength is so strong." Pan Xiang said with a strong resistance to the pain of dislocation.

"Power? Is it really the power of noumenon? No, it's impossible. No matter how strong the power of noumenon is, it may be able to connect with your magic weapon. There must be something strange. Panxiang, what's wrong with him when facing him?" Panxiang's master is an immortal strong man.

"Abnormal? By the way, when he waved his fist, his breath seemed different. The red light didn't look like the red of fire element at all, but came from his own blood. Yes, it was blood."

"Blood?" the old man's face was a little ugly and fell into meditation.

On the high stage, the referee signaled to continue the game. On the 4th, it was Li Gu's turn to play. In recent years, Li Gu has been practicing in the general arena most of the time. Since his magic weapon was taken away by the old monster of the bloodthirsty sect, he secretly vowed to take back his magic weapon. Therefore, he has been practicing hard over the years. Po is looking forward to Li Gu's performance, Nodded to Li Gu.

Li Gu smiled and said, "don't worry, young Lord, I won't let you down."