Men wear women, and Lu Ding is forced to marry

Chen Zhou: "My good disciple, are you ready?"

Cen Jianshen looked bewildered: "Preparing for what?"

Chen Zhou: "Master may have to send you to fight."

In the competition, apart from the War Sect, the Sword Cultivator can rank first in terms of the ability to withstand blows.

The sword-training disciples who are currently in school will have their resistance buff increased by 200%.

Cen Jianshen was sweating profusely: "......"

She rubbed her brows and said, "How about we make an appeal and attack together?"

At this time, the guard walked up to the crowd and said loudly: "Everyone, please be quiet. The master has something to say."

As soon as she said this, the sighing sounds all around stopped immediately and it became very quiet.

The guard said, "My Lord said that she is in a good mood today and will play with you for a while. You can go up and arm wrestle with her for an incense stick of time. If my Lord loses, everyone present can leave. If my Lord wins, everyone present must leave an arm behind."

After hearing this, those who were ready to move stopped moving. In the past, they had competed with the guards, and had never seen this gentleman's end. Seeing that the situation was not good, a few people wanted to sneak back to the stands, but were taken back by the guards.

No one came forward at the scene, and the guard said: "Since no one is coming forward, then--" Her eyes were already looking towards Chen Zhou implicitly, as if to ask him to come forward.

Chen Zhou was lost in thought and didn't notice. He sighed, and the heat from his body made him dazed for a moment.

This kind of competition where everyone prospers together and suffers together is really... quite interesting.

First of all, the person who appears will be questioned a lot. After all, her ability is related to the safety of everyone, so let's start with a psychological warfare.

Under such tremendous pressure, if you win the competition, it's fine, but if you lose, everyone will be hostile to you.

Maybe internal strife would break out before they even started chopping off arms.

As everyone was hesitant, Chen Zhou stepped forward and said, "In that case, I am willing to give it a try."

Cen Jianshen turned around and found that the person was gone: ???

Be crazy.

Hearing this, some people began to question: "Male cultivator?"

It’s not that they are unwilling to believe in male cultivators, but the cultivation abilities of male cultivators are indeed much worse, including reaction speed and adaptability, which are the key factors to victory in a duel.

Men generally have less experience, and unlike women who have been taken out to gain experience since childhood, they become restrained when faced with big occasions and are more suitable for staying at home quietly.

However...the male cultivators who can come to such a place are probably not trained by any respectable family.

The guard in front said, "Okay, please come forward."

A path separated the two sides, and Chen Zhou walked forward, only to see a table in front of the masked man. The guard helped him pull it open and said, "Please take a seat."

Chen Zhou felt strange because he had never heard similar honorifics when addressing other people before, so it was quite special when it came to him.

He said thank you and sat down opposite the masked man.

The name of arm fighting sounds strange, but it is actually the arm wrestling game in their world.

Of course, the difference is that the arm fighting in the world of cultivation is about the struggle between spiritual powers, which can better reflect a person's control over spiritual power.

The only downside is that it's easy to become disabled.

It is best if the person engaging in arm fighting is someone you trust, or both parties have high credibility scores and do not have any bad intentions. After all, the fight between spiritual powers is very brutal, and if you are not careful, the meridians in your body will be burst by the opponent's spiritual power.

In this process, the ability to sort out spiritual power also becomes crucial.

Chen Zhou roughly understood the rule. He stretched out his hand and tried to strike a pose.

The guard said, "Wait a minute."

"Please adjust yourself. If you don't have the right posture, you may get a dislocated bone or a broken bone."

Chen Zhou gave a puzzled look.

Is there such a requirement?

The guard brought an elbow pad and seeing that he was at a loss, he said, "It doesn't matter if you don't understand. The adults will teach you step by step."

???

After hearing this, the others reacted slightly.

When did arm fighting have such a rule? ? ? I have never heard of it? ? ?

Besides, who is this person??? Why would the masters of Juqian Pavilion teach him??? What is the purpose of this competition???

Isn’t the life of an NPC a life? ? ?

Chen Zhou's train of thought strangely overlapped with theirs, but before he could react, the guard had already said, "Please."

The masked man opposite finally moved.

She stretched out a slender and pale hand with distinct knuckles. On her index finger was a black and silver dragon-shaped bead ring. The bead looked like a piece of black crystal with a dragon head pressing on the crystal, giving a feeling of calmness, restraint and yet overly repressed.

She held Chen Zhou's hand directly, and her fingers slowly pressed against his palm, then moved up to his knuckles and clasped them as if invading, and then covered the back of his hand.

Then she exerted a little force and pulled Chen Zhou's arm towards the middle.

The eyes behind the mask looked at him, and it seemed that she was also a female cultivator who had just reached adulthood, between youthfulness and maturity. She could be described as a girl, but she could also be said to be a woman.

However, the body temperature of such a person is as cold as frost and snow in the extremely cold regions.

Chen Zhou was slightly absent-minded, and he always had a familiar feeling when looking at her.

After looking at each other for a moment, she slowly spoke.

"One round, or three rounds."

The voice also sounded unreal, and before Chen Zhou could speak, someone answered for him: "Three games."

To be conservative, three games is indeed better.

So Chen Zhou did not refute others.

The other party said: "Okay."

The guard starts the timer.

Chen Zhou's wrist was pressed against hers, and the other person's wrist pressed on him lightly, and then an extremely strong demonic energy burst out.

The evil and cold demonic energy directly caused the temperature of this place to drop to the extreme.

Chen Zhou remained calm, but his heart gradually became heavy.

No wonder this guy wants to play arm wrestling with others.

The magic power in her body is like a balloon filled with water. It has reached its limit. Once it is released, it cannot be contained or stopped. She can only wait for the balloon to slowly deflate.

It seems that it is not easy to practice magic.

But the demon cultivation was none of his business, Chen Zhou only cared about one thing——

I wonder if his unlucky eldest disciple Ling Yun will encounter this kind of situation at the end of his cultivation.

To be on the safe side, I must let her do more research on the cultivation of demonic energy when we return.