Chapter 120 I Have a Hidden Weapon
Prisoner No. 1 was not on Chen Lang's side, but walked out from the opposite side door.

The prisoner was tall and thin, perhaps because he had been in prison for too long, his skin was dark and his eyes were dull.

He walked onto the sandy ground and squinted his eyes to look around.

"Stop looking, here."

Robes fluttered in the wind, and a long spear stabbed towards him, piercing into the sand in front of Prisoner No. 1, halfway embedded in the sand.

"Challenger, Yin Ming."

The old man beside him nodded slightly to the young man holding the spear and said with a faint smile: "You are a disciple of Elder Liu. It is a rare opportunity for you to make your debut. It's a pity that the guy didn't come, so you can't see you galloping on the battlefield."

There were cheers from the audience and someone was calling his name.

"It's not a performance, why should we show it to others?"

Yin Ming whispered, he raised his hand and pulled out his spear, looking at Prisoner No. 1, "Where is your weapon?"

"I didn't." The prisoner lowered his head and responded listlessly.

This mental state made Yin Ming very dissatisfied, and he turned around and said, "Elder, why don't you give him a weapon?"

"He has been imprisoned for almost a year, and I don't know what weapon he uses." The elder asked the prisoner, "There is a sword, do you use it?"

"I don't use a sword."

"That can't be helped." The elder explained helplessly, "We didn't prepare in advance. If the quality is poor, it will affect your opponent's performance."

"Okay, I don't need it either." Yin Ming raised his hand and threw the spear far away.

“This” the elder looked towards the audience.

"If he doesn't want to use it, then let him do it. Otherwise it would be unfair." A wealthy man at the table spoke up. He was Yin Ming's family member, who came to watch the game today.

After abandoning his weapon, Yin Ming still felt it was not enough, and said to the prisoner:
"Keep your head up and don't be so listless. You must not have been a weakling to be imprisoned here.

I don't want to take advantage of you, so cheer up and fight me in an upright battle. I will cleanse your sins and let you die with dignity."

The words were effective. Prisoner No. 1 raised his head, revealing sharp eyes under his messy hair.

"Very good, take it." Yin Ming smiled, formed seals with his hands, ignited a raging fire, and bombarded the prisoner.

After three moves.

With a scream, Yin Ming was defeated and pinned to the ground. The prisoner's skinny claws were like sharp thorns, trying to pierce Yin Ming's throat.

"stop!"

Fortunately, the elder acted in time, appeared behind the prisoner and pulled him away.

"Your weapon is the claw!"

Yin Ming coughed up blood and stood up, taking several steps back. He was very angry, "Elder, please let him go. I will fight him again!"

"You lose." The elder shook his head and gave a cold comment.

This result surprised everyone. Brother Yin had a famous teacher to guide him, so even if he didn't have enough practical experience, how could he lose like this?
"I didn't expect this just now. I want to continue." Yin Ming insisted that it was because he didn't know this person well enough.

"Forget it. You don't have enough time to learn about the enemy in the battlefield." Yin Ming's family member said, "Underestimating the enemy is your weakness. Think about it before you come back."

Yin Ming retreated, lost the first battle!

The defeat in the first battle shocked many disciples of Qingmu Sect and they dared not underestimate the enemy anymore.

The elder hurried behind the scenes with a serious face and called a deacon.

"What's going on? Who did you arrange? Do you want to embarrass me?" the elder asked.

The ones who were defeated were the children of families from all over the place, but it was Qingmu Zong who taught them. This not only humiliated the Yinming family, but also showed that Qingmu Zong was incompetent in guidance.

The deacon was sweating. "I don't know either. They were all randomly assigned. I thought they were all geniuses."

"do not talk."

The elder was not an unreasonable person. He pondered for a moment and said, "Where do so many geniuses come from? They are ordinary people who need to constantly hone their skills and grow. I asked you to pick out the best ones to save their family's reputation, not to let you do anything serious.

You will do this and that later."

The elder whispered in his order that the first incident had brought shame to the family, and although they did not express their opinions, it must not happen a second time.

"I see."

After a while, the deacon rushed to various places and gave an order.

Before all prisoners go on stage, a portion of their strength will be sealed.

"Damn it, he's such a noob and doesn't even recognize the trick he's trying to trick." This was not good news for Chen Lang, but it was still acceptable. The Ten Thousand Souls Banner was his trump card.

"Weaklings."

The eldest brother from the Tianjian Sect commented coldly.

……

The second game went more smoothly.

Because the disciples of Aoki Sect were more vigilant and prepared seriously, they easily defeated their opponents.

"I'll help you transcend." A young disciple turned and left. Prisoner No. 2 had his back to him, his body stiff and a bloody hole on his neck, where he had been killed by a sword.

Prisoner No. 3 had his head smashed by a bald man, it was a very tragic thing.

Number 4 was even killed in one move.

"it is good!"

The Aoki clan gradually recovered from the decline, and the expressions of the families in the audience gradually relaxed. It was the most honorable thing to see their younger generations show their prowess.

Then, Prisoner No. 1 was pulled out again and defeated three people again. Finally, he was defeated by a swordsman in the fourth field and had one arm cut off.

This is a very outstanding genius from the Qingmu Sect, whose cultivation level is only at the initial stage of foundation building, even lower than that of Prisoner No. 1.

"You are indeed very strong. In terms of aptitude, you are not inferior to the inner disciples of our sect. Why don't you follow the right path and join the Pingtian Sect?" the sword cultivator questioned.

Prisoner No. 1 had blood oozing from the corner of his mouth and did not answer.

"It's better not to say anything. If you die under my sword, you can leave your name behind." The swordsman held the sword in his backhand.

"You don't deserve it," said Prisoner No. 1.

With a swish, the sword flashed and prisoner number one fell down.

……

The battle proceeded in an orderly manner.

The old man supervised and explained the attacking moves. Seeing that the disciples and the audience were calm and gradually got into the state, he breathed a sigh of relief. It is difficult to match the right person with the right opponent, neither too strong nor too weak.

The prisoners who appeared ranged from number five to number ten. The battle was intense, with each winning and losing.

Two of them performed well. Although they were prisoners, they acted gracefully and calmly, allowing the disciples of the Qingmu Sect to gain a lot and were treated leniently.

Several pills flew into the hands of the two men, and the old man said calmly: "Your cultivation is good, take them and heal your injuries, I will need you next time."

Soon, the serial number reached sixteen.

The eldest brother from the Tianjian Sect had been waiting for a long time. The deacon came and called his name:

"Weiping, it's your turn."

"heard it."

The people around looked over, not only Chen Lang, but this was the first time they knew this man's real name.

"Remember, be like those two, be careful with your actions and know when to stop. The valuable ones may not be those with high cultivation, but they are definitely willing to cooperate with them. This can help you live longer." The eldest brother of Tianjian Sect whispered.

"Yeah, I know." Chen Lang said, "What about you?"

"Me? Ha." He sneered.

The eldest brother of the Tianjian Sect appeared. His shackles were removed, and part of the seal on his cultivation was unlocked. He rubbed his fists and came to the sandy ground.

His opponent was a female cultivator with short hair and a heroic appearance.

"I won't compete with women." said the eldest brother of Tianjian Sect.

The female cultivator was very surprised and found this man's arrogance ridiculous. "This is Qingmu Sect, not your Pingtian Sect. You are the opponent I picked. Wait until you survive, then I will consider choosing someone else."

"it is good."

The elder brother of Tianjian Sect nodded, then suddenly clenched his fist and rushed forward. The old man just shouted to start, and when he noticed the elder brother of Tianjian Sect's starting move, his face changed drastically:
"slow!"

As a Jindan elder, he could have stopped him, but his words stimulated the female cultivator, and she rushed forward and fought against the eldest brother of the Tianjian Sect.

Then, her hand bones were shattered and her fist hit her chest, shattering all her internal organs.

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and the female cultivator flew backwards and hit the wall. Her breath gradually stopped, and when the old man hurriedly helped her up, it was too late to save her.

The audience was in an uproar.

“What a ruthless attack!” A disciple stood up with a stern face. It was truly worthy of being the Pingtian Sect. They were so cold-blooded and cruel. This was obviously another extremely difficult opponent.

"I'm here to kill him." A disciple stood up with murderous intent on his face. This was the first time someone had died since the trial began. If they didn't kill this man, how would they have the face to see the elders of the sect?

"Come on, I'll kill you." The eldest brother of Tianjian Sect said indifferently.

Then, the disciple went on the field and fought for three rounds, but was defeated.

Unfortunately, the eldest brother of Tianjian Sect failed to kill him. The elders nearby were on guard and stopped him in time.

The elder suggested taking the prisoner away and fighting him another day, but the Qingmu Sect disciple got really angry and insisted on fighting him.

In seven consecutive games, the eldest brother of Tianjian Sect won all of them.

"Oh, is this all you can do? You are very smart to choose the territory of Qingmu Sect. Otherwise, if the news gets out, you will be laughed at.

I don't blame you, because you have been so well protected since you were little. I suggest you pick a few three-year-old children to compete with, so as to avoid bumps and scratches, which will make your family feel distressed. "The eldest brother of Tianjian Sect smiled faintly.

"What an arrogant guy! He still doesn't repent even after being imprisoned." Faced with the provocation, not to mention the disciples of Qingmu Sect, even the family members in the audience could not bear it anymore. They would not feel relieved unless he died today.

"Don't talk nonsense, I'm here to kill you."

A disciple took action. It was the same swordsman in white who had killed prisoner number one and ended the game.

He was indeed very strong. After fighting with the eldest brother of the Tianjian Sect for more than a hundred rounds, the winner was finally decided.

Many disciples and audiences were shocked and fell into silence.

Afterwards, they began to cheer and shout the sword cultivator's name, and the faces of the family members in the audience also relaxed.

This person put too much pressure on them, and they also clearly realized that the alchemists of the Pingtian Sect were indeed different from what they knew. They were no worse than the masters of the sect, and some even had a stronger murderous aura.

But, Aoki Zong won in the end.

"Evil cannot prevail over good." Someone whispered.

The eldest brother of the Tianjian Sect was kneeling on the ground, his face tired, with a sword at his neck.

"Any last words?" asked the swordsman. He was panting and had obviously reached his limit.

"Of course."

The eldest brother of Tianjian Sect suddenly grinned and said, "Is the round-robin battle fun?"

"There is no fairness on the battlefield." The swordsman responded coldly. This was not an excuse for defeat.

"Then after fighting for so long, didn't you notice that my cultivation was sealed?"

As soon as these words came out, the elder's face suddenly changed, and the sword cultivator frowned and stared, "What's going on?"

If the opponent is defeated due to exhaustion, it only means that his strength is average. But if he is defeated because his cultivation is sealed, it only means that this battle is a failure!

"Haha, guess?"

The eldest brother of the Tianjian Sect suddenly reached out, grasped the sword blade, and slashed it towards his neck. It was too late for the sword cultivator to stop him.

Seeing this opponent fall, he felt extremely uncomfortable and stared at the elder angrily, "Why do you want to lock his cultivation? Am I the kind of person who is afraid of fighting?"

"It doesn't matter how many are locked. They are all the same. You will be the winner in the end." The elder comforted her. He didn't expect this man to do such a thing before he died. It was suicide and heartbreaking.

"The same? How can they be the same!" The sword cultivator left angrily. Such a battle was a humiliation to him. It would be better not to fight.

He seemed to understand what "You don't deserve it" meant when he defeated Prisoner No. 1.

"Elder, since this is a trial, we should go all out. Why do you limit the opponent's cultivation?" Some people in the audience were unwilling to do so and raised their opinions.

The elder was under so much pressure that he was unable to respond, so he just gave a perfunctory answer and called on the next prisoner.

"Is it finally my turn?"

Like everyone else, Chen Lang had his shackles removed, and then the seals on his body were removed, but some of them were also retained. Finally, he was pushed out of the room by the deacon in charge of guarding and brought to the middle.

"There is no other intention in locking his cultivation. It's mainly because they are from Pingtian Sect. They are vicious and may have hidden weapons. If you don't guard against them, it will be unfair to you." The elder was still explaining to these disciples that this group of people is really difficult to deal with. It won't work if the opponent is too strong or too weak.

Then, he turned his head and saw Chen Lang appear, and was visibly stunned.

Chen Lang ignored him and looked at the disciples opposite him, mocking them directly:
"Come, I have hidden weapons on me, and my methods are ruthless. Even if my cultivation is locked today, I will still kill you all."

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(End of this chapter)