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Qingfengmen Arena has a long history. In addition to the main arena, there are eight martial arts arenas.

The main arena is entirely made of second-level jade, with air restrictions and protective formations arranged, and there are hundreds of spectator seats under the stage.

As the ring steward, Niu Zhi is usually very relaxed.

There are several pyrotechnicians who manage the martial arts arena. If someone wants to rent it and pay the normal fee, he only needs to inspect the arena once a month to check whether the formation is damaged.

But this morning, he was too busy to keep his feet on the ground. The main reason was that there were too many big shots here that he wouldn't normally see.

"Steward, here comes another true disciple and two inner disciples. The first row cannot be seated... should we be moved to the second row?"

Niu Zhicai had just personally led an elder to the private room when his Taoist Taoist priest trotted over and asked hurriedly.

"Nonsense, keep the remaining seats in the front row for me. If you don't tell me, move them to the back!"

Niu Zhiji had a string of blisters on the corners of his mouth. He didn't expect so many important people to come in the morning, and there was a mistake in the location arrangement.

Now we can only hope that there will not be so many big bosses, and we can't let the elders sit behind the deacons.

When the time comes, once he changes positions, the narrow-minded deacon will bear a grudge against him if he can't keep him safe.

"Old Niu, what are you doing standing here? Quickly arrange a position for Elder Jin with a comfortable view. It will not be easy for me to rush back from the market."

Whatever you are afraid of will come to you.

A familiar voice came from behind, it was Lang Zhongping, Niu Zhi's former direct superior.

"I've met Elder Jin and Deacon Lang."

Niu Zhi turned around, secretly complaining in his heart, it was two men he couldn't afford to offend again.

"There's a private room up there. It's condescending and you won't be disturbed by others... How about we go there?"

"Okay, I'll leave after I finish reading. Don't leave the market for too long."

Elder Jin is a short, fat, middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance. He wears a loose Taoist robe and has seven or eight bags hanging on his waist.

Niu Zhi led the way, served tea and greeted them, and after a few pleasantries, he consciously left the private room.

"Deacon Lang, do you know what's going on? There are so many big names suddenly here. In the past, there were not so many people in the fighting skills level of the True Inheritance Trial!"

Lang Zhongping walked out with Niu Zhi to see off his old subordinates in the General Affairs Hall.

Niu Zhi couldn't help but complain.

"Let me count for you. Not to mention all the inner disciples, there are two true disciples. There are more than ten first-level deacons, and there are even five elders from each hall!"

"I remember that last year, Chen Wei's true biography, there was an elder each in the Hall of Transmission and Law Enforcement Hall."

"You, you, you are so stupid here, how clever you were back then!"

After all, he was an old subordinate. Lang Zhongping cursed and started giving instructions again.

"Last year it was made clear that Chen Wei was promoted to True Successor. Who would come to see it? Originally, there would not be such a fuss this year. Who would have expected that Junior Brother Bai would not wait for next year and directly sign up."

"Furthermore, he broke the sect leader's record in the second level of questioning the mind, which makes the competition among true disciples this year suspenseful. Of course the elders are interested."

"I see. But since the Bai inner sect can break the master's record, shouldn't the position of true disciple be within reach?"

Niu Zhi nodded repeatedly, indicating that he had been taught.

"Character is not directly related to combat power. The bear beast accompanying Xiong Baishan is not easy to deal with. Elder Jin said that Junior Brother Bai is impatient. The true disciples will be stable until next year."

Lang Zhongping sighed. Of course he hoped that Bai Zichen could win so that he would not waste his previous investment.

"Please pay attention to yourself, there may be elders at the level of the palace master present... From now on, don't just focus on your own one-third of an acre of land, go outside more often."

"Okay, you go sit in the private room first, and I'll have two plates of spiritual fruits brought up right away."

Niu Zhi breathed a sigh of relief and thought about which deacon he should go to say hello to later.

As an elder, he is too far away, so it would be inappropriate to rush forward and disturb him.

There was a sudden commotion at the door, and many people stopped to say hello, and even turned around and came back to wait for the people behind.

Liang Yu, the leader of the Law Enforcement Hall, and Pei Dongyong, the elder of the Chuan Gong Hall, arrived hand in hand, causing an uproar.

Niu Zhi patted his thigh and hurriedly greeted him.

Many inner disciples were whispering among themselves, unable to imagine that a true inheritance trial could attract so many elders.

Excluding those who were in seclusion and who were guarding important areas and could not leave, nearly half of the elders in Qingfeng Sect had arrived at the arena.

When the time came, Elder Zhang from the Law Enforcement Hall flew over the arena and preached the rules and purposes of the True Inheritance Trial as usual. He reported the names of the two disciples who had reached the third level of the trial, and then Shi Shiran stepped down.

boom!

A black bear fell from the sky, its body spread out, it was more than ten feet tall, and there was a person lying on its shoulders, it was Xiong Baishan.

Xiong Baishan, eighth level of Qi refining!

Accompanied by a spiritual beast, with silver streaks and black streaks, the peak of the first level!

One person and one bear stood in the corner of the ring. Accompanied by several bear roars, a murderous atmosphere spread throughout the audience.

On the other side of the ring, Bai Zichen slowly stepped onto the stage, holding a golden dagger in his hand and looking calm.

"Senior Sister Chen, which one of them do you think can win?"

Several female disciples were sitting together, led by Chen Wei, watching the situation on the field.

"I really didn't expect that Senior Brother Bai would have developed this level of cultivation in just a few years. Our ancestors have said that with this character, even if he cannot become a true successor, he will not be able to escape as long as he doesn't fall in the middle of the journey!"

Tan Qin looked at the two people in the field with admiration and said eagerly.

"Bai Zichen has special skills to protect himself. My Qing Ling Pu technique will backfire and sting when I look at him. Otherwise, I can still observe him carefully."

Zhao Yaqing resisted the desire to use the pupil technique, her eyes were red from being stabbed last time, and it took almost half a month to recover, which already left a deep impression.

"I don't know either... Mainly in the Qi refining stage, having a first-level peak spirit beast is too advantageous. Or in a restricted situation like the arena, Xiong Baishan has an even greater advantage."

Chen Wei thought for a long time and shook her head, but her tone was still more favorable to Xiong Baishan.

After all, even Senior Brother Su Li said that the silver-grained black scorpion is quite difficult to deal with.

Just as everyone in the audience was talking about it, the ban on the main arena fell, marking the official start of the trial.

"Junior Brother Bai, I know you have a bright future, but I will definitely win this competition!"

Xiong Baishan hid behind the bear beast, took out an iron tower, and threw it into the air. The light and shadow of the pagoda just enveloped him.

At the same time, he raised his hand and waved out a few talismans, and magic moves, giant strength, iron wall and other buffing spells fell on the bear beast.

As soon as he finished doing this, a golden sword light swept across, and he waved out his silver-grained black palms to resist. The sword light jumped through the bear's paws and hit the three-story pagoda hard. There was a loud bang.

"Thick earth and heavy shield, rise!"

Xiong Baishan's heart was in a state of shock. This single sword move actually caused his Three Treasures Exquisite Pagoda to shake crazily, causing two cracks to appear in the light and shadow of the pagoda.

This is the ultimate defensive weapon that he bought in exchange for most of his wealth, the Three Treasures Exquisite Tower.

He thought hard and decided to use the simplest and most rogue tactics in the ring fight. He would attack with the spirit beasts, defend with all his strength, apply help spells and harass Bai Zichen with long-range means.

For this purpose, he prepared hundreds of talismans.

But right from the start, he fell into a disadvantage, making the advance planning a joke.

In front of the flexible sword light, the silver-patterned black scorpion appeared slow and cumbersome, unable to even function as a human shield, and the defensive weapon that he had placed so much hope on was actually in danger under Bai Zichen's continuous sword light.

"Dahei, tear him apart!"

Xiong Baishan saw several thick earth shields rising from the pagoda, which were struck at the same place by the golden sword light several times in succession. They only lasted for a few breaths before they collapsed, and he felt furious in his heart.

While letting the silver-patterned black scorpion attack, he held down the Three Treasures Exquisite Tower with both hands, pouring in mana like a dam, using the bottom-pressure method in advance.