My talisman pen is omnipotent. How should you deal with it?

The white-robed butler frowned and looked at the black-robed monk, with a hint of reproach in his voice:

"Fellow Daoist Wu, our Red Horse Merchant Alliance clearly stated before the competition that this competition would end here. Why did you want to harm other people's lives?"

As the manager of this place, the white-robed butler naturally knew the background and abilities of every contestant. He knew that the monk in front of him was named Wu, and he also knew that he was quite capable.

After hearing this, the black-robed monk surnamed Wu showed no regrets on his face. He just replied coldly, "It's not that I was cruel, but that he was too weak. He dared to participate in the competition with such a cultivation level. This is clearly seeking death. What, are you, the Red Horse Merchant Alliance, going to disqualify me from participating in the competition because of this?"

"This..." The white-robed butler was also conflicted.

What is the ultimate purpose of this competition? It is to select suitable candidates for the second young lady. The stronger the strength, the better. This monk surnamed Wu killed his opponent with just one move, and it seems that he is not inferior to Bai Bing. If this person is really disqualified because of this, I am afraid that Miss Wanying will blame him.

Thinking of this, the white-robed butler changed the subject and said, "Since Fellow Daoist Wu did not do it on purpose, let it go this time. But in the next competition, please be careful and do not hurt anyone's life again!"

After saying that, he turned back to his seat and remained silent.

The atmosphere in the entire stone hall became solemn, and everyone understood that the so-called rules were not that important.

After hearing this, the monk named Lu was quite angry. Just as he was about to refute, he suddenly felt someone patting his shoulder gently.

He looked back and found that it was Shen Sanlang who came with him.

I saw Shen Sanlang wearing a bamboo hat and said calmly: "Friend Lu, there is no need to be angry. Let me handle the next matter."

After saying that, he jumped lightly with an expressionless face, landed steadily on platform No. 3, and walked straight towards the monk named Wu.

When the monk surnamed Wu saw this, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, and he used his previous method again. In an instant, thick fog surged around his body and swept towards Shen Sanlang like a surging wave.

Facing the attack, Shen Sanlang simply raised his right hand slightly, lightly touched the bamboo hat on his head, then raised the corner of his mouth slightly and sneered:

"With just this little ability, you dare to show off in front of me?"

Before he finished speaking, he flashed and swung the sharp blade in his hand suddenly, and then quickly sheathed it.

As the knife flashed, it seemed as if an extremely sharp knife energy broke through the air, and yet it seemed as if nothing had happened. His movements were smooth and seamless, so fast that it was difficult for people to notice that he had made a move.

Chu Ci, who was standing aside, keenly felt that the knife just now was not ordinary at all. The spiritual power and pressure contained in it were extremely powerful, which made people's heart palpitate.

After Shen Sanlang put the knife back into the sheath, time seemed to stop. Suddenly, the black fog happened to be strange, as if it was split by an invisible giant axe, split into two halves in the middle and slowly dissipated.

The figure of the monk named Wu hidden among them gradually emerged.

The face of the monk surnamed Wu was filled with astonishment and disbelief. He moved his head with difficulty, as if every tiny movement would exhaust all his strength. Slowly, he lowered his eyes and stared at his body.

Just as he lowered his head, he saw a bright red crack appear on top of his head, like a sharp blade, quickly extending downwards.

In the blink of an eye, the entire body of the monk named Wu, along with his soul, was split in half.

With two heavy thuds, the two mutilated bodies fell heavily to the ground.

At this time, Shen Sanlang said coldly: "You dare to come to participate in the competition with such a cultivation level? You are clearly seeking your own death."

Just a moment later, Shen Sanlang retaliated against the monk by repeating to him word for word what the monk surnamed Wu had said before.

Because of what happened before, the white-robed butler chose to remain silent, but he was secretly delighted in his heart.

He originally thought that the monk named Wu, who was extremely powerful, was vulnerable in front of Shen Sanlang and was killed instantly.

From this point of view, Sanlang Shen's cultivation must be amazing. I can say that I have made an indelible contribution to finding such a peerless master for the second young lady.

The two battles seemed long, but in fact they were fleeting, and each one was a one-hit kill. Everyone present was staring at the No. 3 platform with full concentration, even Chu Ci and the last remaining cultivator of Yan State were no exception.

After Sanlang Shen successfully killed the monk named Wu, the Yan man finally woke up from his dream. He no longer cared about platform No. 3, but jumped up and flew straight towards Chu Ci.

When this person stepped onto the stage, Chu Ci looked at him closely and saw that the spiritual energy emanating from his body was extremely powerful. It was obvious that he was much more powerful than the several people from Yan State who had stepped onto the stage before him.

"My name is An Ting. Please teach me, Fellow Daoist Chu." After the monk from Yan State came on stage, he was very humble and reminded, "Fellow Daoist, be careful!"

After he finished speaking, he moved his four fingers slightly, and in an instant dozens of silver needles flew out like lightning.

Each of these silver needles was less than three inches long and as thin as a hair, but the fierce momentum they carried was chilling. Several cold rays went straight to Chu Ci's face.

Chu Ci had sharp eyes and noticed the peculiarity of these silver needles at a glance. Their surface seemed to be faintly glowing with a layer of faint blue light, which was obviously not an ordinary thing, and it was very likely that they were hidden weapons coated with poison.

Facing this situation, Chu Ci did not dare to take it lightly. He dodged the attack with a flick of his body and swiftly moved sideways. At the same time, he launched a counterattack with a flick of his hand.

Just as Chu Ci had just dodged, the silver needles shot by An Ting had already arrived, piercing into the ground and the hard platform, the depth of which exceeded two-thirds of the silver needles.

This is enough to show how strong An Ting's strength is and how skillful his technique is.

Seeing Chu Ci's attack coming right in front of him, An Ting naturally did not dare to slack off at all. He immediately jumped up and dodged flexibly. At the same time, he flicked his right hand lightly, and another batch of dense silver needles flew out into the air.

In an instant, the two men were engaged in a fierce battle.

With An Ting joining the battle, Leng Qingqiu was the only monk left in the stands who had not taken action.

Song Henian turned his gaze towards Leng Qingqiu and asked, "I wonder if Fairy Leng has decided who she wants to challenge? Is it Bai Bing from station one, or Shen Sanlang from station three? It seems that both of them are quite difficult to deal with."

Leng Qingqiu did not say anything. Her beautiful eyes were always fixed on the platforms in front of her. No one knew what she was thinking.

At this moment, a fierce battle was going on on stage No. 2, and Chu Ci and An Ting had been fighting for more than dozens of rounds.

I saw An Ting waving his hands rapidly like a phantom, and hundreds of silver needles shot out in an instant.

The silver needles are like dense raindrops, covering the sky and earth, making it extremely difficult to avoid them.

However, Chu Ci was agile and could always predict his opponent's attacks in advance, so he successfully avoided several waves of silver needles and prepared to launch a counterattack when the opportunity arose.

At this moment, An Ting suddenly swung his arm vigorously. In an instant, the silver needles that were deeply embedded in the ground suddenly broke out of the ground as if they were summoned, and rushed towards Chu Ci from all directions at an astonishing speed!