The next morning, Yi Yuanduo lingered for a while before slowly walking out of the secret room. His face was still very pale, and he looked like he was lacking in energy.
"Would you like to go watch the challenge together?" Jiang Meiling started teasing Yi Yuan when she saw him coming to the first floor. She now knew that someone was pretending, even though she couldn't tell it herself.
Yi Yuan nodded. It was too boring to stay here and had nothing to do. He might as well go out and watch it to give others more opportunities and confidence. Maybe his odds could be improved a lot.
So, everyone left the elixir shop together, and greeted other monks politely when they met along the way.
Nowadays, there are very few people who don't know Yi Yuan. The record he set is expected to continue. Maybe one day a monk will tie this record.
On the way, I met an acquaintance Xuanyuan Ying. Everyone knew each other, so we walked together. Everyone was talking and laughing, and they were very relaxed.
When I came to the edge of the trial platform square, I met the handsome young man from yesterday, who was looking at Yi Yuan with a smile on his face.
Yi Yuan could not feel any danger at this moment, and the kindness shown by the other party was obvious, so he asked curiously: "Are you a new disciple?"
The handsome young man nodded, looking proud.
"What's your name?" Yi Yuan asked with a smile.
"My name is Sun Yankong." The handsome young man answered eloquently.
"Sun Yankong, good name, a bit familiar. We are quite destined. Can you go with us?" Yi Yuan asked softly, and everyone was speechless. Is it necessary for a new disciple to be like this? But no one stood up to oppose it.
"Okay!" Sun Yankong opened his mouth and burst out one word.
Yi Yuan motioned for everyone to place bets. He was afraid that his odds would be lowered in the past, so it was better to stay away.
After everyone left, Yi Yuan asked Sun Yankong who stayed behind: "Aren't you going to place a bet? Bet on me, and I guarantee you will win."
"I don't have a spirit stone. If you lend it to me, I'll bet you to win?"
What he said made Yi Yuan stunned for a while, and he took out a storage bag and handed it to him. There were 100,000 low-grade spiritual stones in it.
Sun Yankong took it unceremoniously and left without looking back. Two words floated behind him: "Thank you!"
Yi Yuan touched his nose, he was quite unique.
Three or five people gathered around and looked at each other. They heard someone say that he would win by betting on himself, but some people believed it. It was someone who took out the spiritual stone. Isn't this operation just to let others buy it for him? Win? They discussed it for a while, decided to trust someone for once, and placed their bets.
After a while, everyone came back. Shangguan Lang told Yi Yuan: "Your odds are still 5 to 1, but I observed there for a while that almost no one bought your winnings. It seems that there are only Guo Ju bought you to win, when did this guy become so smart?"
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On the trial stage, Han Qinggao, dressed in a light blue dress, stood tall and graceful, holding a long green sword in her hand, looking indescribably elegant and elegant.
Opposite him stood Qiu Changchun, a middle-aged man in gray robe, who was at the peak of foundation building and the eighth from the bottom among the core disciples. He was obviously a little higher than his opponent, but he lacked confidence.
As Shangguan Hu said "Start!", Qiu Changchun used a magic formula with his left hand, and a fireball the size of a basketball flew directly towards Han Qingyu, and followed closely behind with the long sword in his right hand waving a sword light that was about ten feet long.
A layer of cyan shield suddenly appeared around Han Qingwei's body, and the cyan sword in his hand split into three instantly. One sword chopped the fireball, another sword blocked the opponent's sword energy, and the last sword went straight towards Qiu Changchun.
Qiu Changchun shouted loudly, summoned a black shield in front of him, and blocked the green sword light in time, but he took a step back.
Immediately afterwards, the green sword light came quickly. Qiu Changchun quickly moved his location, but he could not escape the envelope of the opponent's cyan lightsaber. The opponent's "green split lightsaber" really meant to hit wherever he wanted, making people hide. Not as good as.
He has stayed in this core disciple area for three years, almost every year at the bottom, and this year he fell to the bottom ten. It is estimated that he will fall down this time. Qiu Changchun is really unwilling to accept it.
At this time, after resisting for a moment, he seized the opportunity and threw out several high-level fireballs. This was specially prepared for the opponent. He wanted to use the cover of the fireballs to deliver his strongest blow, but they were all blocked by the green sword. The light was shattered.
After persisting for a stick of incense, Qiu Changchun, who was sweating on his face, took the initiative to admit defeat. If he continued to use it up, he would easily damage his foundation. He jumped off the training platform helplessly.
The people around the training platform suddenly shouted loudly: "Fairy Qinggao! Fairy Qinggao!..."
Next, Liu Cheng, the ninth from the bottom core disciple, stood on the trial stage, building his peak cultivation base. He chose Mou Zhiqi as his opponent.
Liu Cheng used a sword and Mou Zhiqi used a knife. They were both in the same realm and had similar magical powers. At this moment, the swords collided with each other, and the figures were instantly pulled apart. The sword energy and sword light continued to pour out, and they hit the trial platform with a clanking sound...
Liu Cheng jumped into the air, charged his sword into a blade, formed an endless sword of light, and chased after Mou Zhiqi.
Mou Zhiqi's eyes were solemn, and he immediately held up the ultimate defensive weapon with his left hand. The long knife in his right hand fell behind him, and he dragged the knife into force while breathing, as if it was integrated with his body. The next moment, a perfect sword light drew an arc from behind Mou Zhiqi. , quickly slashed towards Liu Cheng in mid-air.
Liu Cheng was horrified and hurriedly summoned the defensive weapon in front of him, but was instantly shattered by the light of the sword. Seeing the light of the sword approaching his body, he sighed that my life was at risk. The next moment, the sword light was shattered by a finger from Shangguan Hu in the air, and turned into a light point and disappeared into the air.
The people below the trial stage who were holding their breath suddenly shouted loudly. This kind of battle is really exciting and convincing.
Liu Cheng was stunned for a moment, knowing that Deacon Shangguan Hu had saved him, he landed on the trial stage, saluted in the air, and then said: "I lost."
After saying that, he left the training platform directly. He had to rush back to the cave to pack up his belongings and leave there. As for challenging Yi Yuan, he felt that the success rate was low, not to mention that it was not his turn, and there was no chance of winning against others, so there was no need to waste energy anymore.
In the Void Barrier, the ancestors were very interested in Mou Zhiqi. This disciple was very good. Now he actually understood the power of the sword, the condensed light of the sword, the powerful attack power, and the huge potential. Some elders have already thought of accepting disciples. .
On the trial stage, Linghu Hong quietly waited for the last core disciple to come on stage.
He Yanping, the tenth core disciple from the bottom, with peak foundation-building cultivation, jumped onto the trial platform at this moment. He really didn't want to face the Linghu Hong opposite him, but he had no choice. He would try his best to try, if it didn't work. Just try it again.
"Challenge the rules. No life-or-death fights. That's it." Shangguan Hu reminded him again in mid-air, and then waved his hand to open the barrier of the trial platform.
"Please!" He Yanping held out his sword and defensive weapon and waited intently.
Linghu Hong's whole body was slowly filled with golden light, and his fists in particular were so dazzlingly golden that it was difficult to look directly at him. This was the human race's powerful physique - the Vajra bloodline. He was born with the powerful body-forging secret technique and was almost invincible at the same level.
He had entered the sect less than two years ago and had no backstage, otherwise he would have entered the core area of foundation building long ago. This time he is very confident that even if he is in the top ten this year, he will definitely be able to enter.
What's more, Linghu Hong also cultivates the best earth-attribute skills, and his defense is indestructible at the same level. With his current cultivation level in the late stage of foundation building, he might not be able to fight against ordinary early stage golden elixirs.
Linghu Hong shouted low and punched out suddenly, appearing in front of He Yanping instantly. The powerful punching wind caused He Yanping's clothes to sway back.
He Yanping was shocked and quickly retreated to avoid the fist. The golden fist followed him like a shadow and continued to hit him.
Unable to avoid it, He Yanping raised the defense of the magic weapon to the maximum, caught the golden fist, and instantly fell back many feet. He knew that this was going to be difficult.
Immediately, he jumped into the air, and three long swords suddenly appeared beside him, forming a three-talented sword formation. The three top-quality magic swords rotated rapidly, and instantly a sword light emerged from the center, chasing Linghu Hong on the ground. This move could no longer break through his defense, and He Yanping was ready to admit defeat.
Linghu Hong was very calm, and a dense protective golden light suddenly appeared on his body. No matter how much the sword light hit him, it could not break his defense.
In the void barrier, Zhou Youdao had already made up his mind to accept Linghu Hong as his disciple. He immediately said: "Brother, I am going to accept Linghu Hong as my disciple."
The other elders looked at each other and expressed their intention to accept this person as a disciple.
The leader, Jiang Changxin, pondered for a moment and said, "When they finish the competition, let him choose by himself."
All the elders nodded in agreement. Zhou Youdao felt a little dissatisfied and could only think of a solution secretly.
