There are a total of ten elders fighting against the disciple, and the disciple draws one of them. A maximum of one magic weapon is allowed to be used during a fight, and no foreign objects such as elixirs, formations, talismans, etc. can be used.
"Although the cultivation level is the same, the elder's mastery and application of magic techniques are completely different from those of ordinary disciples. It is still difficult to pass the competition."
Shu Pinghui said, dangling her feet that couldn't reach the ground.
"Um."
Jing Yingrong looked at the disciples on the stage who were embarrassed to avoid the elder's attack, "Will you participate in this kind of small test in the future?"
Wu Yaochen smiled and said: "Before the next small test, I will probably have applied for the solo assessment."
Shu Pinghui: "That's my plan too. Where are you, Rong Rong?"
Jing Yingrong: "Same."
Shu Pinghui: "Then let's go together. I heard that you need to pay a large amount of contribution points to apply for the single-person assessment. If there are more people, you may be able to pay less."
As she said that, she remembered something, looked around and said, "Call Yin Xueze and tell me why he didn't come? Have you seen him?"
Jing Yingrong shook his head, Wu Yaochen hesitated for a moment and said, "I find it strange too."
While he was talking, the disciple on the stage was hit head-on by a spell cast by the elder because he was unable to dodge. He vomited blood and fell to the audience, and was declared a failure in the competition.
Shu Pinghui whispered: "Have you noticed that drawing opponents also depends on luck? Some elders act lightly, and some elders simply don't want their disciples to pass the competition."
Wu Yaochen smiled and said: "I prefer elders who are stricter and harsher. Only in this way can we select real talents for the sect."
Shu Pinghui curled her lips: "That's right, the competition in your clan is much more difficult than this. The worst result of the sect's competition is failure. Your competitions often cost lives. How many people have you killed? Master, can you count them?"
Wu Yaochen curled his lips and smiled and said: "You may have misunderstood me. Even for the losers, I will show mercy to the people I like. And those who are truly incompetent will die early and die late. What's the difference?"
Shu Pinghui rolled her eyes, but did not refute.
The next one to take the stage was Lan Chucui.
Shu Pinghui leaned forward slightly and muttered: "Let her run ahead."
Deafening cheers and cheers rang out from the audience, and the crowd, mostly male cultivators, shouted loudly. It wasn't until Lan Chucui looked at them and put her index finger on her lips to signal that the voice became quieter.
Lan Chucui raised her head and saw Jing Yingrong. She was stunned for a moment, then smiled at Jing Yingrong.
Shu Pinghui: "Why is she laughing?"
Jing Yingrong: "You're saying hello to me."
Wu Yaochen: "Sister Jing, you seem to have a misunderstanding about greetings."
Jing Yingrong: "Oh."
After retracting her gaze, Lan Chucui secretly squeezed her palms, and her originally calm expression was tainted with a hint of nervousness for no apparent reason.
The elder came on stage, Lan Chucui saluted and said, "Outer disciple Lan Chucui, please give me some advice from Elder Xiao."
Elder Xiao nodded and said, "Let's get started."
As soon as he finished speaking, countless sharp thorns stabbed out from where Lan Chucui was standing.
Lan Chucui had already expected it and turned around to avoid it. However, thick vines suddenly appeared in mid-air, blocking her way.
She flicked her palms as if holding a paintbrush, painting a river of flowing flowers.
The fragrant fragrance filled the air, and the river of flowers meandered through. The vines that were knotted like dragons and snakes withered instantly, and the flowers that made up the river became more and more gorgeous, glowing with vitality.
Elder Xiao looked at the river of flowers flowing towards him, nodded slightly, and showed a look of appreciation. Even so, he did not stop making the seals.
This flower river is a powerful technique cultivated by Lan Chucui, which is both offensive and defensive. With her own strength, without using any magic weapon, she could withstand ten moves from the elder with just this technique without any problem.
Shu Pinghui held her cheek and said to Jing Yingrong: "Rongrong, do you know why Lan Chucui chose this move as the main means to complete the competition?"
Jing Yingrong: "Because this move is strong enough."
Shu Pinghui: "No, it's because it looks good."
The river of flowers surrounds Lan Chucui's body. The colorful and gorgeous flowers are lively and charming, making her figure even more elegant and fairy-like.
The huge blade condensed with spiritual power fell from above, but it seemed to have been cut into the river. The flow of the flower river suddenly accelerated, and the flowers stuck to the blade, layer by layer, turning them into The "flower knife".
The flower knife turned around and attacked Elder Xiao. At the moment it approached, the blade exploded, and countless petals carrying sharp energy rushed towards the elder like rotating blades.
Lan Chucui was in the middle stage of the Golden Core. Therefore, Elder Xiao was not allowed to display his cultivation strength beyond the middle stage of the Golden Core. Therefore, he took several steps back before blocking the petals with three ice walls.
Being able to force the elder back has fully demonstrated Lan Chucui's strength. Hearing the exclamations and exclamations from below, it was like drinking nectar, and a sweet smile appeared on her lips.
But she happened to look at Jing Yingrong at this moment.
Naturally, Jing Yingrong would not be moved by such a scene. She listened quietly to Shu Pinghui and Wu Yaochen discussing how to break this move, without paying much attention on the stage.
Lan Chucui clenched her palms again.
She turned her head and her chest rose and fell rapidly.
Seven moves have been passed, and she only needs to fight three more moves to pass the competition.
The river of flowers flows slowly, full of spiritual power.
A dark light flashed in Lan Chucui's eyes. She bit her lower lip and made a sudden decision.
A white flower appeared before her. The flowers are in a closed state, with white petals that are slender and glowing with metallic luster.
Shu Pinghui asked in surprise: "Why are you using a magic weapon? Isn't it unnecessary?"
Wu Yaochen muttered: "Maybe she feels it's not safe enough."
The white flowers bloomed slowly and quickly. Each time the petals opened, they separated from the flower and were arranged in circles from the outside to the inside, with the tips pointed at Elder Xiao.
Finally, the pale yellow stamens were exposed, dispersed into extremely fine particles, and lost their trace.
All this sounds slow, but actually happens in an instant.
Elder Xiao frowned and wiped his face, his hands suddenly turned a light yellow.
If he were a truly ordinary middle-stage golden elixir monk, the spiritual energy in his body would have been in chaos and unable to operate smoothly at this time.
Lan Chucui pinched it with a magic trick in her hand, and the white petals covered Elder Xiao's head like a storm.
Each petal is a magic weapon in itself. These petals and stamens form a composite magic weapon, which is not illegal.
Then a ridiculous scene appeared on the stage: Elder Xiao relied on his physical strength and footwork to avoid the petals commanded by Lan Chucui's arms, as if the person participating in the competition was not Lan Chucui, but Elder Xiao.
