It’s not a secret that cultivators can stay alive and maintain their skin through secret methods. The foundation-building period is generally over several dozen years old.

"Very good, then let's continue to let you choose the opponent."

Jia Yan waved his hand magnanimously.

Jia Yan's subordinates here all sighed bitterly.

Boss, just because you are strong, it doesn’t mean that we are also strong. Let’s not mention that we have to deal with the masters of these sects. We even gave the other party the right to choose people. Doesn’t this mean that we are waiting for others to die?

It would be too much to be generous to others.

Jia Yan never considered the thoughts of these descendants of black believers.

In other words, buying them is already a huge favor, and this favor may change their lives.

With such a favor, if Jia Yan still had to consider whether they were willing or not, he might not be able to accomplish his task.

"I choose this friend."

The strong man who came up first didn't take advantage of others.

Instead, he chose a middle-aged man who was relatively powerful among the descendants of those who believed in black people.

Although the man was not a strong man, he was still muscular. I am afraid he was doing hard labor before becoming Jia Yan's subordinate.

As long as the descendants of black believers are male, they will be engaged in hard labor, so their power will be limited.

In other words, Jia Yan thinks that the descendants of the black believers he purchased have more potential than the girls in the castle.

Even in the temple, every girl has suffered a lot, but few of them are engaged in hard labor.

"Okay, I'll just do it."

The middle-aged man was also somewhat silent.

He was strong, but in his heart he was even more uneasy about the strong men that ordinary people were afraid of.

"You also use fists? To tell you the truth, during my foundation-building period, even if I didn't use the magical flying sword, this wooden sword can cut iron as well as mud."

The strong man who went out to fight pointed his finger, and a long sword flew to his side.

Although it is a wooden sword, it looks like a real sword.

The middle-aged man's expression changed.

He also wanted to use weapons, but within this week, Jia Yan had not taught them weapons and had no time at all.

And if weapons are used, their combat effectiveness may be weakened.

"I don't need it."

After thinking for a while, the middle-aged man shook his head.

"Arrogant."

The strong man looked ugly, thinking that the other party looked down on him.

So after the elder referee on the sidelines shouted and started fighting, the strong man activated the wooden sword, raised it and stabbed the middle-aged man.

"Not as fast as expected?"

The middle-aged man subconsciously closed his eyes and waited for death, but after blinking and opening his eyes, he realized that the sword had just arrived in front of him.

He thought of something and quickly took up the footwork that Jia Yan had taught him.

He actually dodged away in an instant.

What?

The strong man in the foundation building stage was dumbfounded.

Are these really ordinary people who have only been taught for a week?

This footwork is quite common, but his speed...

"The power of black is too weird!"

"What level of power is this!"

The strong man once again used his sword skills, and the sword was like a deadly assassin that followed him like a shadow, chasing and killing around the middle-aged man's body from time to time.

But the middle-aged man kept repeating the three steps because Jia Yan only taught him three steps.

"Your moves are already worn out. Let me finish you off with my sword."

The strong man's face changed wildly. He raised his sword and stabbed at the empty door while seeing through the middle-aged man's dodge method.

But I saw the middle-aged man raise his fist and hit the sword edge back.

On the surface of his fist, a force of yin and yang, belonging only to the positive and negative aspects, exploded.

boom.

After the confrontation between the two sides, the one who retreated violently was the strong man who had built up his foundation strength.

There was some blood on the middle-aged man's fist, and he took two steps back.

But the strong man with the weapon retreated seven steps.

"Let's count this one as our loss."

Jia Yan looked at the blood stains on the middle-aged man's fists from the sidelines and said indifferently.

"This... I was knocked back by his fist, so I should have lost."

The strong man's face turned red and he apologized to Jia Yan.

He believed that he was repulsed even though he had taken a weapon, and the weapon only left a little blood on the middle-aged man's fist. It might have just broken the skin, but there was no damage at all, so he should be the one to lose.

"If I say lose, then I lose. You don't need to say any more."

Jia Yan drank coldly, making everyone present shrink their necks.

The power in this shout was like a volcano erupting. Anyone who was yelled at by the shout would probably be seriously injured.

"Senior has lost this match, but the master under his command is really eye-catching. His boxing skills and footwork are both outstanding. It's hard to believe that he is someone who has only practiced for a week."

The middle-aged man who retreated to Jia Yan was stunned for a moment after being praised.

He doesn't think he is strong.

The fight just now was just because he had reached the level of strength and instinctively sensed the way to avoid the battle.

What he went back and forth with was only the most practical tricks taught by Jia Yan.

If he continues to fight, he will probably lose, which will be worse than a broken fist.

"I'm sorry, sir, I lost."

The man bowed to Jia Yan nervously, as if he wanted to take the blame.

But Jia Yan was not angry with him or anything.

"If you lose, you lose. I'm not here to ask you to win. However, if anyone can win but doesn't win, he will be severely punished when he goes back."

"yes!"

Everyone behind him quickly agreed.

Moreover, the eyes of all of them seemed to be faintly radiant.

After all, before the middle-aged men, no one thought that they could really compete with the masters of the sect.

But with this middle-aged man in front of them, these people finally had the courage and confidence.

The middle-aged man seemed to be stronger, but within this week, everyone realized that he was just average among them all.

Even he can have a good fight with that foundation-building master. As long as the rest of them absorb the experience well, I'm afraid the results will be even more brilliant.

These people are right.

"I choose this brother."

When the second female foundation-building disciple came on stage and selected a boy who looked thin but was actually ranked among the top five among the twenty-two, the power of the result burst out.

Boo hoo hoo.

The lancet of the female Foundation Establishment disciple rolled and danced in the air, but the young man dodged it repeatedly. He was as light as a butterfly and dodged all the attacks.

Then he punched back, and the female foundation-building master sprinkled blood in the air and flew towards everyone in the Wutian sect.

Those who responded could not help but vomit blood.

"I'm sorry, these subordinates have only trained for a week, and they don't know the severity of their attacks."

Jia Yan looked at the female disciple calmly, waved his energy, and healed her injury.

"this……"

The master of my field and the elders looked at each other in confusion.

Are you still talking about a week of practice?

Who believes it?
To be continued...