318: C318 To evil, there is no good thought

C318 To evil, there is no good thought

Situ Binghe was the person who personally witnessed Ji Wuming entering the sect and then gradually becoming the strongest core disciple step by step.

Towards his true strength, even Lu Xiqing, who was his godfather in name, might not know as much as Ji Wuming.

Even though Liu Ling's Dark Green Ghost Flame Rod was strange, when fighting with true strength, Situ Binghe was able to throw him off by a large margin.

Therefore, this was the reason why Situ Binghe won in the end.

After killing Liu Ling, Situ Binghe's eyes were still cold, without any sort of emotion.

He deliberately turned his head and glanced at Lu Wenqing. The hatred in his eyes was monstrous, as if it could ignite the entire space.

Lu Wen's face was ashen, and his lips were trembling nonstop.

Who would have thought that the trash, Liu Ling, not only did not kill Situ Binghe, he, himself, was killed as well.

Damn it, really damn it!

The Yellow Ring Sect's Liu Ling could be considered the strongest; he completely surpassed everyone else. If Liu Ling lost, then the other disciples would have no hope.

Situ Binghe walked down the stage and walked towards Ji Wuming: "Sect Leader."

"Well done."

Ji Wuming was expressionless. Although he knew that it would be very difficult for the sect to get a single placing this time around, it wasn't something that could be easily bullied.

Anyone who wanted to take a bite, they would have to break their teeth!

Seeing that Situ Binghe had won his first battle, Zheng Qichu, Jiang Qianyue and the rest were all in a good mood, the pressure on them completely gone.

Let's not think about what happens next. Let's just try our best to play the current match well.

As long as he was human, he would obey the will of the heavens!

"Junior Sisters, let me fight in the second round."

Zheng Qichu stood out with a hint of confidence in his eyes.

In the Thoughtless Sect, he was considered one of the strongest, even compared to Situ Binghe.

Even if he were to fight in the second match, there would be no suspense.

"Alright."

Jiang Qianyue nodded.

"Senior brother Zheng, you can do it!"

Yang Xiao clenched her fist and cheered.

Zheng Qichu walked up the stage with his head held high and his chest puffed up, and looked at his opponent in front of him coldly.

The Yellow Ring Sect was a sect under the control of the Lu family. In other words, they were an enemy not a friend. Since that was the case, there was no need to show mercy.

Zheng Qichu's opponent was a short youth with shifty eyes. He wore a loose grey-green robe, and looked as though he was about to drag his body to the ground.

"Swish!"

Zheng Qichu raised his eyebrows and said coldly: "Thoughtless Sect Zheng Qichu, please enlighten me!"

"He Ma of the Yellow Ring Sect, hehe, watch me take your life."

The short youth flipped his palm and a silver needle that was an inch long appeared in his palm.

This was his martial spirit, the Profound Grade Eight Poison Bee Silver Needle.

Zheng Qichu did not waste any time and immediately displayed his extremely proficient pole technique and took the initiative to rush towards He Ma.

"Hu!"

The Heavenly Ice Fire Staff swung through the air, even producing the sound of a howling thunderstorm.

On one side was fire, and on the other side was ice. Under Zheng Qichu's control, the two different types of elemental energies magically combined into one and smashed towards He Ma together.

"Hehe, there are very few people who can survive under my Silver Bee Needles."

He Ma shook his palm, and like a fairy scattering flowers, countless silver needles shot out with a 'puchi puchi' sound, intimidating the entire sky.

It was like an army of thousands of men drawing their bows at the same time. The visual effect caused goosebumps to form all over their bodies.

"Sky Splitting Staff!"

With one swing of the rod, Zheng Qichu stirred the sky, causing all of the silver needles in the air to merge together and converge into a torrent, guiding the needles elsewhere.

"Chi chi chi!"

The space in the distance was penetrated by countless silver needles. All kinds of auras were released in all directions, making people feel dazzled.

Seeing that his attack wasn't successful, He Ma frowned and shouted. His hands once again threw the silver needles to his left and right.

The two silver needles, with a powerful piercing effect, shot towards Zheng Qichu's mingmen in an extremely tricky manner.

This move could be said to be extremely vicious. It was obvious that he had used a deathblow without any mercy.

Zheng Qichu squinted his eyes, He Ma's sinister attack could be considered to have ignited the anger in the bottom of his heart, and with a swing of the rod, boundless flames spread across the entire mountain.

The two needles that had shot into the flame had melted into nothingness less than a breath's time.

He Ma was shocked, and wanted to counterattack, but to his surprise, Zheng Qichu's speed became even faster, he raised his hand and swung his staff, the ice cubes that had frozen to the point of splitting apart extended towards He Ma.

This was the characteristic of the Ice Fire Skystaff. Ice and fire could be switched anytime and anywhere, making it hard to guard against.

"Swoosh!"

He Ma's body was instantly covered by the cold energy. He opened his mouth and shouted in fear, "I vote!"

Before he could say the last word, the ice froze his throat, numbing his trachea and rendering him completely speechless.

"What did you just say?"

Zheng Qichu stepped into the air and slowly walked in front of He Ma, his face full of playfulness.

Homa's neck was frozen in ice, leaving only his head exposed. He opened and closed his mouth, but no sound came out.

Lu Xianqing had an ugly expression on her face. The so-called 'stealing a chicken is just like eating rice'.

"Lord, this is against the rules!"

With Lu Xianqing's status, it was inconvenient for her to stand up and speak again and again, so Reacher stood up, his face full of anger. He pointed at the stage and said, "My disciple clearly admitted defeat, but he still won't give up!"

"Have you admitted defeat? I didn't hear it."

Zheng Qichu scratched his ears and looked at Li Qi casually.

His appearance was extremely arrogant. It was as if he were saying, "What can you do to me?"

The middle-aged man thought for a moment, then decided to ignore Reacher's protest.

After all, He Ma did not say the words' I surrender '. According to the rules, the referee was not allowed to interfere in the battle.

As if he did this on purpose, Zheng Qichu smiled slightly. Then, he swung the Fire and Ice Tian Rod in his hand down towards He Ma's head.

"Bam!"

The sound of a watermelon exploding rang out. The head of He Ma was split into pieces, and the mixture of red and white was sent flying.

He was furious. Homa was a disciple that he had thought highly of. He hadn't expected that he would die on the arena just like that.

Zheng Qichu kept his martial spirit and leisurely walked down the stage.

He didn't seem to care about He Ma's death at all.

"Well done."

Just like before, Ji Wuming praised Zheng Qichu's performance once again.

When the words fell into Lu Qingqing's ears, it was no different from another slap to his face.

"Look, the Thoughtless Sect has begun to counterattack."

"Like I said, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse!"

"Thoughtless Sect was after all, one of the top three strongest sects in the past. Even if we lost a portion of our disciples, shouldn't we be on the same level as the Yellow Ring Sect?"

"I never thought that these disciples of the Thoughtless Sect would be so secretive."

Many of the spectating martial artists began to talk with each other. In any case, they were all part of the wall type.

At least half of the warriors who praised the Thoughtless Sect today were the ones who had failed at first.

If it was any other sect that had lost two matches in a row, then they would have to desperately fight for face in the third round. This was the right path.

Reacher scratched his cheek and didn't know what to do.

Liu Ling and He Ma, the two strongest disciples in the sect, were both dead now. Their remaining strength was obviously weaker by a large amount. Even if they went all out, it was impossible for them to win.

From the sect's point of view, Reacher really didn't want his disciple to go up to die. However, Lu Xianqing had no way to explain it to him.

Feeling helpless, Reacher could only lower his head and sigh, "Song Qiao, you go."

A girl with an exquisite figure heard this and her body trembled. It was as if she had not expected that the one being chosen would be herself.

The fact that Liu Ling and He Ma had died without a complete corpse also caused the other disciples to feel extremely fearful in their hearts. In fact, they didn't even have the courage to fight anymore.

"Yes, Sovereign."

Song Qiao's pretty face paled. She forced out her courage and walked towards the arena.

On the Thoughtless Sect's side, it was Jiang Qianyue who went up on stage.

Jiang Qianyue's conviction was firm. If she failed, the sect would have no choice but to send Yang Xiao up.2

However, Junior Sister Yang's Martial Spirit wasn't of the fighting type, and she also lacked experience. If she went up to fight, she would most likely lose.

Thus, no matter what, he had to obtain victory!

As for Song Qiao on the other side, what she was thinking was not how to win, but how to avoid dying in the arena.

It had nothing to do with the Martial Spirit or cultivation realm. Just by looking at the state of mind, before the battle had even started, Jiang Qianyue had already won by thirty percent.

The final outcome was naturally without suspense as well. Song Qiao lost to Jiang Qianyue.

Originally, Jiang Qianyue had had a chance to immediately kill her, but the moment he attacked, she was somewhat unable to bear it.

Reacher saw this and let out a sigh of relief.

It would truly be a joke if three sect disciples were killed tragically in a row.

Jiang Qianyue walked down the stage, and when she walked to Ji Wuming's side, she whispered, "Sect Master, I'm sorry."

"It's fine."

Ji Wuming said indifferently: "This time, forget it. In the future, you must remember, do not have any kind intentions towards people who harbor evil intentions.

Jiang Qianyue nodded slightly.

Thoughtless Sect had won all three battles, which meant she had advanced to the next round ahead of schedule.

The competition continued to proceed in an orderly manner.

Aristichon's Sect Leader, Zhang Yuanhua, expressionlessly said to Ting Mingkai who was beside him, "Ming Kai, if you were to fight with Situ Binghe, or even Zheng Qichu, how confident are you that you would be in winning?"

Ting Mingkai's entire body surged with energy. When he heard this, he also smiled slightly, and said indifferently: "Zheng Qichu has ninety percent, Situ Binghe has only seventy percent. But the opponent disciple wants to face the most is still that Chu Yun! "

"Chu Yun was being chased by the Xiao family. Even if he had ten times the guts, he still wouldn't dare come."

Zhang Yuanhua's eyes flashed with a fierce light, he enunciated word by word: "Since you're so confident, after meeting him, you'll be the one fighting against Situ Binghe. Your senior brother Leng has been in a bad mood and does not wish to take action. If you can avoid inconvenience to him, then do your best not to trouble him! "

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