Chapter 133: Concealment

I saw the gray-robed man swing the iron knife in his hand downward.

The giant green knife shadow slashed downward like a pillar supporting the sky.

The two puppet warriors, one blocked the giant iron shield on his head, and the other ignored everything and crazily shot crossbow arrows into the sky, but it had no effect at all.

I saw the green knife shadow flash, and it fell on the two puppets.

A loud noise!

In the flickering green light, the two puppets were safe and sound, but the surrounding void was full of green light threads that burst open.

The next moment, these light threads flew around the two puppets, turning faster and faster. Looking from afar, they instantly formed a giant green vortex, rolling everything around into it.

The originally seemingly harmless green light threads also became extremely sharp, like countless slender blades, crazily cutting everything in the vortex.

The two puppet warriors in the center of the vortex had countless deep cuts on their thick armor, and each moment was crazily increasing. In just a few breaths, the two puppets covered in wounds collapsed and disintegrated in the vortex, and even their heads, limbs, and weapons were ground into pieces.

The horse-faced old man screamed, and instantly hugged his head with both hands, looking painful.

The gray-robed man pointed the iron knife in his hand toward the opposite side, and the giant green vortex rolled toward the opposite side.

"I admit defeat."

Seeing this, the horse-faced old man, after barely suppressing the backlash of his divine sense, immediately surrendered without hesitation.

The gray-robed man chuckled, inserted the iron knife behind his back, and the giant green vortex collapsed and vanished.

The Confucian scholar above the head announced the result immediately.

At this time, the gray-robed man's gaze looked toward the stone platform where Wang Yu was.

Clearly, he knew very well who his opponent was in the next round.

"This is the legendary Bi-Bi Bi Bo Dao, it really lives up to its reputation!"

"The Mi family was a medium-sized family before, the family foundation is really not comparable to ordinary small families."

"Click, click, eleven-inscription artifact, even a formal artifact refiner is afraid that few people can refine it."

"If we also have this kind of artifact, maybe we can also win a spot."

The crowd on the stone platform saw the terrifying power of the Bi-Bi Bi Bo Dao and whispered, some envious, some jealous.

"Husband, the power of this Bi-Bi Bi Bo Dao is too great." At the same time, Yin Linglong also said to Wang Yu with some worry.

"After all, it is an eleven-inscription artifact, it is not strange to have this power." Wang Yu replied calmly.

Seeing Wang Yu like this, Yin Linglong couldn't help but feel relieved.

The two Yin family elders still showed worry.

The competition in the martial arts arena continued.

But the representatives of the families who played later were clearly less attentive during the competition. Not only did they decide the winner in a few moves, but neither the loser nor the winner had much joy.

In this way, the next ten or so competitions naturally had no excitement at all.

Soon it was the last round.

"Number sixty-three, number sixty-four."

Liu Ming ordered expressionlessly in the high sky.

Immediately, a figure flew from a stone platform. Before landing in the martial arts arena, a terrifying spiritual pressure fluctuation was released from his body. Although it was far from the spiritual pressure released by Liu Ming back then, it was not comparable to ordinary late-stage Qi Refinement cultivators.

"Qi Refinement perfection."

I don't know who shouted in the field, and countless gazes on the stone platform "swished" and all fell on the person in the martial arts arena.

This person was an old man with white hair and beard. Not only was his face full of wrinkles and his eyes muddy, but he was also holding a silver cane, standing there tremblingly, unable to see the astonishing spiritual wave just now, which was released by him.

Everyone is a cultivator, and everyone knows what Qi Refinement perfection represents. The crowd, who were still very surprised, were somewhat enlightened after seeing the old man's old appearance.

If it were them, if they only cultivated to the perfection realm at this age, I am afraid they would not go to impact the Foundation Establishment realm.

After all, if a cultivator does not establish a foundation before the age of sixty, as the blood and energy decline, the probability of successful Foundation Establishment will decrease year by year. At this old man's age, even if he takes Foundation Establishment pills and finds auxiliary Foundation Establishment spirit objects, I am afraid the probability of Foundation Establishment is less than one percent. Now Foundation Establishment is almost equivalent to suicide.

Even so, the old man's thick mana and astonishing divine sense at Qi Refinement perfection were genuine, enough to crush ordinary late-stage Qi Refinement cultivators.

I don't know which family invited this ancestor-level clansman out and represented the whole family to participate in the competition.

But strangely, the old man was already standing in the martial arts arena, but the opponent did not appear, and no one flew out from other stone platforms.

This weird scene made the families on the stone platform stunned.

The old man's half-closed old eyes couldn't help but open a few points.

"Xin brother, your family still doesn't send anyone to the stage? Did you give up?" The Bi family head couldn't help but ask the drunken man opposite.

The two families had always been on the same stone platform. Other families might not be very clear, but he knew very well that the Xin family had not played before. It was clear that one side of this last competition should be the Xin family.

As for Qingge Shangren, he woke up on his own in the previous competition, and then left directly in shame without leaving any words of shame.

The Bi family head naturally had no intention of keeping this famous-but-not-real guy.

"Bi brother, how could I give up? You just watch quietly." The Xin family head, the drunken man, picked up the wine pot and took another sip, saying drunkenly.

I don't know what kind of artifact this wine pot is. No matter how many sips of wine he drank, it seemed to be full.

The Bi family head looked at the martial arts arena suspiciously upon hearing this.

"Competition starts."

Clearly, only the old man was standing in the martial arts arena, but Liu Ming above announced without hesitation.

As soon as this was said, the old man, who was still a bit surprised, changed his face drastically, seemingly realizing something, and suddenly pointed the silver cane in his hand to the ground.

A loud noise erupted on the nearby ground, and a circle of thick earth walls rose from the ground, surrounding him in the middle.

Then the old man formed hand seals with one hand, chanted incantations, and opened his mouth to spray a stream of clear wind. Although the wind was not strong, it was continuous, and in the blink of an eye, it swept most of the martial arts arena ground.

But where the light wind swept, it was still quiet, and there was no abnormality.

This scene made the old man stunned again, but immediately remembered something, the cane in his hand moved, and he wanted to point to the sky.

But just then, above his head, the void fluctuated slightly, and a slender figure suddenly emerged and descended in a flash. ===== CHAPTER 134 =====