Yuan Qing watched quietly in the audience. With Jiang Shangzhen in front of him, and after fighting against Zhu Ling'er, a "big master" in the foundation building stage, the methods of everyone on the stage seemed lackluster. There were only three people in one day. People can still attract his attention, and one of them is the little fat man who went up the mountain together.
The little fat man, whose surname is Huang Mingshuo, seems to be very popular. When he came on stage, there were many people cheering him on. Huang Shuo was holding a pair of bronze maces and was wearing gold and silver armor obtained from unknown sources. His slightly fat body made the armor swollen, somewhat like the door god in a New Year painting.
However, he actually has the rare "Heavenly Thunder Body". During the battle, arcs of electricity were swirling around his body. Purple thunderbolts as thick as a thumb hit the opponent, leaving him unable to fight back. After a while, he was beaten off the stage with his face covered in charred black. .
The other person was a handsome nobleman named Su Tianqi. He was wearing a moon-white robe with flowers and birds embroidered with gold threads. He had starry eyebrows and sword eyes. He looked luxurious and out of this world.
This person is holding a mountain and water folding fan. Wind and thunder surge out during the fanning, which is quite powerful. The gorgeous clothes on his body seem to be a high-quality magic weapon. No matter how you use your magic weapon, it will be blocked three feet away. His opponent didn't last a few rounds before being slapped away by a fan.
The last person was a woman with a resolute face named Ye Linglong.
Relying on his supreme worldly martial arts, this person sneaked in while the opponent was still casting spells, and knocked his opponent unconscious on the stage with just one glance. Of course, if you encounter a disciple from an aristocratic family who owns two or three magic weapons, this method will not be effective.
Before noon on the second day, a tall and thin figure stood on the stage, looking as if he had a chance to win.
After Jiang Shangzhen announced the start, Yuan Qingcai Shi Shiran took the stage.
After greeting each other, they heard the other side say: "Junior brother Yuan, your cultivation level is only at the eighth level of Qi training. Senior brother advises you to give up and admit defeat, lest you start to attack later and accidentally get hurt."
People in the audience started talking when they saw that Yuan Qing was only at the seventh or eighth level of Qi training. "It would be too impatient to participate in the competition with such a level of cultivation." It's more appropriate." Even Jiang Shangzhen gave some words of advice: "Junior brother Yuan, if your cultivation level is not enough, you must not try to be strong for a moment."
Yuan Qing turned a deaf ear to the comments in the audience, smiled slightly at Jiang Shang's dissatisfaction, and said lightly: "Please show mercy to Senior Brother Zhang."
Hearing this faint tone, Zhang Rui seemed not to take him seriously at all. A fierce look flashed through his eyes. He waved his hand and three fireballs roared towards him. Then he summoned a pair of short sticks and pinched the spirit with his hands. Jue, the short stick swiveled in mid-air and gave birth to numerous stick shadows, following behind menacingly.
Yuan Qing only made a slight movement of his body to make many attacks miss, and he stepped forward with just a few flashes. Zhang Rui snorted coldly when he saw this, holding a short stick with a faint red light in his palm. The stick's body suddenly glowed with yellow light, and two stick shadows that were three points thicker than before were smashed towards Yuan Qing's head and face.
It seemed like the wind was blowing, and the shadow of the stick was floating in the wind like gravel. Zhang Rui also flew out as if he had been hit hard. When he was about to struggle to get up, he saw an emerald green wooden sword on his shoulder, and there was a sound of Yuan in his ears. A calm voice: "Senior Brother Zhang, you lose."
The audience was in an uproar, and Jiang Shangzhen also announced in surprise: "Yuan Qing wins!"
Yuan Qing walked off the stage, his face still showing no sadness or joy. He found a secluded place to sit quietly and prepare to watch the battle. The nearby disciples looked at him up and down in surprise.
After Zhang Rui stepped down from the stage, he hurried away with a look of horror in his eyes.
The next few battles were almost one-sided. The disciples of the aristocratic family relied on the power of magical weapons to easily defeat the ordinary disciples, except for a young man named Leng Yan.
Leng Yan was the leader of the three martial arts children at that time. His martial arts moves seemed to come from the same lineage as Feng Xifeng, but he was much more immersed in the Five Elements magic than he was.
Using the combination of wood and fire combined with the cloud-dispelling palm movement, he easily destroyed the opponent's high-grade magic weapon, and then knocked it out of the field with one palm, without even using the magic weapon in the whole process.
On the third day, Yuan Qing's opponent was named Zhao Dongyan. He must have seen Yuan Qing's performance yesterday. During the battle, he immediately took a picture of aqua blue talismans on his body. A layer of blue shield instantly protected him, and then he sacrificed a The golden and exquisite pagoda emits a beam of golden light from the bottom of the tower, which instantly freezes Yuan Qing in place, and then the tower body hits him like a mountain.
After Yuan Qing was stabilized, he calmly took out the Lingmu Sword. With a casual stroke, the golden light was torn out like a brocade, and a big hole was torn out. The figure flashed out and then struck with another sword. The silver sword energy surged and split the Linglong Tower. His aura dimmed, and his mental connection with Zhao Dongyan was cut off at the same time.
Zhao Dongyan hurriedly took out a fiery red flying sword weapon. Before he could activate the enemy, he saw a silver crescent moon slashing on the shield. In just one breath, the silver moon penetrated the shield and flew against the right side of his body. However, the sharp sword energy contained in it pierced directly into the bones, sending chills all over the body.
The shield returned to the talisman and fell to the ground, and Yuan Qing's faint voice came: "Senior Brother Zhao, do you want to fight again?"
When Zhao Dongyan heard this, he immediately became excited and said hurriedly and respectfully: "Senior Brother Yuan's swordsmanship is sharp, but Zhao thinks he is far behind, so he is willing to admit defeat!" After saying that, he put away the magic weapon and talisman and left the stage.
Yuan Qing also put away his sword and stepped down from the stage. Everyone watching the battle was silent. Su Tianqi and other players looked solemn. Even Jiang Shangzhen looked at Yuan Qing with some respect.
"Senior Brother Xu, with all his strength, this guy can't beat a single blow from a Foundation Establishment monk, but it's still close, right?" asked the white-haired old man sitting next to Xu Jingtian in the consul's room.
"That's right. The sword cultivator's lineage is truly unmatched in lethality." Xu Jingtian nodded slightly and said.
After the Yuan and Qing Dynasties, there was a competition between two female nuns. One was named Su Ziyi, wearing an indigo palace dress and a gold hairpin, with eyes full of eyes and a face like a peach blossom; Looks like Xiaojiabiyu.
At the beginning of the competition, Li Yu actually took the initiative to admit defeat and exit. Looking at Su Ziyi's expression, she looked like it was natural. The disciples in the audience were talking a lot, but the few people who knew about it remained silent.
The competition on the third day soon ended. The top six were: Huang Shuo, Su Tianqi, Leng Yan, Yuan Qing, Ye Linglong, and Su Ziyi. The six people immediately drew lots to determine the order of the battle. Yuan Qing played against Su Ziyi in the first game, Su Tianqi played against Huang Shuo in the second game, and Leng Yan played against Ye Linglong in the third game.
After the results came out, Su Ziyi looked at Yuan Qing carefully several times, snorted softly, and then left. Yuan Qing just pretended not to see him and returned to the bamboo house minding his own business.
At noon the next day, when Yuan Qing arrived at the square, everyone looked at him with confusion, admiration, awe, and jealousy in their eyes.
Yuan Qing did not expect such a scene. He was stunned for a moment, and then he bowed his hands in a salute. Everyone saw this and hurriedly returned the salute.
When they got to the ring, they saw Su Tianqi and Su Ziyi on the other side still talking about something, but Su Ziyi had an impatient expression on her face.
After Jiang Shangzhen came on stage, Su Ziyi came on stage and looked at Yuan Qing with disdain.
With the sound of "start", Su Ziyi immediately took two talismans on her body. One of them Yuan Qing recognized was the Vajra Talisman; the other one was green and green, and it was extraordinary to think about. Two layers of protective shields instantly protected it tightly. Reality.
Then the woman actually sat down cross-legged on the spot, took out a mysterious black ruler, made a hand and recited a mantra, and her body was shimmering with spiritual light.
Yuan Qing was about to use his sword to break the spiritual talisman when he suddenly noticed a strong spiritual pressure rising from the black ruler and getting stronger and stronger. I saw the black ruler rising into the sky, and a ruler shape about ten feet long and three feet wide appeared on it. After a slight pause, it struck Yuan Qing head-on with the force of thunder.
Yuan Qing couldn't care about anything else, he concentrated his mind, the spirit wood sword rose into the air, a layer of silver Zhang Er sword shadow wrapped around it, the sword pointed at a point, the spirit sword broke through the air and went straight towards the black ruler.
When the two met, there was first a loud noise, and then a burst of air waves. Those with insufficient cultivation in the audience were swept away by the air waves and took a few steps back. When they looked up again, their faces were full of shock.
The swords and shadows on the stage clashed with each other, making a harsh "sizzling" sound, and there was a stalemate for a while.
Yuan Qing sighed softly when he saw this, and then the silver light burst out from his body, and the sword shadow in the air skyrocketed by two points. He only heard a muffled sound, the giant sword penetrated the shadow of the ruler, and the black ruler fell to the ground and bounced twice before reacting.
At the same time, Su Ziyi on the other side spurted out a mouthful of blood. Then, regardless of her injuries, she hurriedly took out two stones, one red and one blue, and held them in her hands, staring at the silver giant sword.
The giant sword kept moving, heading straight for Su Ziyi. The two layers of protective shields were sliced apart like paper. Then the shadow of the sword dissipated, and a three-foot wooden sword stopped three inches above her head.
Yuan Qing walked up to Su Ziyi and asked calmly: "Can you admit defeat?"
Su Ziyi's mouth was bloody but she smiled and said: "Yuan Qing, you can't kill me, and you can't defeat me! I am the eldest granddaughter of the Su family and the blood of my ancestor. If you give up now, I can recommend it to the elders in the family. Your swordsmanship is more than enough for the Su family, and your status as a guest minister is more than enough. With the help of my Su family, it is not impossible to build the foundation and form the elixir. You..." Before he could finish his words, Yuan Qing fired a sword wind and knocked him out of the ring. ,He fell to the ground.
Someone around her quickly helped her up, only to see that her bun was scattered, her clothes were disheveled, and she was extremely embarrassed.
"Yuan Qing, the hatred of those who block the road is irreconcilable! Just wait for me!" After saying this, he threw away everyone and turned around to leave. Before leaving, he looked back at Yuan Qing, full of resentment.
Yuan Qing had an indifferent expression from beginning to end, only frowning slightly at the last sentence.
Just as he was about to go down, Su Tianqi came up to the stage, raised his hands and said, "My sister-in-law is young, and her family is used to being arrogant. She speaks lies and violates her etiquette. Please forgive me, Brother Yuan."
"Brother Su, what you said is serious, but Yuan will not take it seriously if you are competing in the same discipline." After saying that, he slightly bowed his hands and walked off the stage.
Su Tianqi hesitated to speak, took a deep look at Yuan Qing's back, turned around and walked off the stage.
The disciples looked at Yuan Qing with awe in their eyes, and when they saw him approaching, they all took the initiative to avoid him, bowed and saluted, and called him "Senior Brother Yuan."
Yuan Qing also returned the greetings very kindly, and walked straight to the back mountain without stopping.
"This kid is very good." Xu Jingtian muttered to himself, his eyes filled with relief.
After returning to the bamboo house, Yuan Qing took out the Lingmu Sword, only to see that the sword body was covered with fine cracks, and the surface was covered by a layer of imperceptible silver light. The silver light dissipated, and with a crisp sound, the spirit sword turned into wood chips and rustled down.
"Alas..." After sighing, Yuan Qing swept the sawdust out of the house with a flick of his sleeves, and then fell into meditation.
On the last day of the competition, there were three people standing on the stage, namely Yuan Qing, Su Tianqi and Leng Yan.
Jiang Shangzhen came up with a bamboo tube and was about to draw lots when Su Tianqi suddenly said: "Senior Brother Jiang, there is no need to draw lots. Su believes that neither of us has a chance to win against Senior Brother Shangyuan. I wonder if Brother Leng thinks so?" After saying that, he looked towards Cold rock.
After hearing this, Yuan Qing was calm on the surface, as if he already knew about it, but he was full of doubts in his heart, not knowing what Su Tianqi was going to do.
Leng Yan was startled when he heard this, thought for a moment, and then nodded happily. Su Tianqi continued: "The first place is naturally Senior Brother Yuan's. As for the second place, Junior Brother Leng, if you are willing to admit defeat, Su promises to give you full support if you succeed in building the foundation."
Leng Yan sneered: "Humph, how can you win people's trust with your empty talk? Besides, why do you conclude that Leng will lose?"
Su Tianqi smiled slightly, took out a verdant talisman and the black ruler Su Ziyi used yesterday and said: "The talisman's name is Shengxiang, which is a first-level high-grade talisman; the ruler's name is Xuan, which is a top-grade magic weapon. If Brother Leng is conceited, he can use a low-level talisman." The magic blade breaks this talisman in a short period of time, so Su has no time to use the mysterious ruler, so you can give it a try."
Leng Yan's eyes flashed, and while he was thinking about it, a golden light flashed, and he caught a golden and wooden token in his hand, with the word "Su" engraved on it in a large seal.
"This is the guest token of my Su family. If Brother Leng agrees, I will also give you this life-producing talisman. Brother Leng is still young. With this talisman, he will be able to win the next competition as long as he doesn't meet people like Brother Yuan." , the top spot should be in the bag. At that time, there will be no need for help from the Su family, Brother Leng can build his own foundation. What do you think, Brother Leng?"
Leng Yan took the token and looked at it for a moment, then put it away, then handed it over to Jiang Shangzhen and said, "Disciple abstains."
Su Tianqi smiled with satisfaction, stretched out his hand, and the talisman flew lightly towards Leng Yan. Leng Yan put away the talismans, bowed his hands to Su Tianqi, and then left the stage.
Su Tianqi nodded slightly towards Jiang Shangzhen, who stepped forward and announced: "Yuan Qing is the first, followed by Su Tianqi."
Xu Jingtian floated down, raising his hands to hold a sandalwood box, which contained the Foundation Establishment Pill. Su Tianqi put the box away and bowed, leaving with all the disciples.
"Yuan Qing, you are very good. You have lived up to your grandfather's hard work." Xu Jingtian said with great relief.
"Senior Brother Xu is so complimentary. Thank you very much for taking care of me these past few years." Yuan Qing replied respectfully.
Xu Jingtian waved his hand: "I didn't do anything. This is all the result of your hard work. Have you figured out when to set off?"
"The disciple is alone and can do it at any time."
"You don't have to be too impatient. Let's go to the Sutra Pavilion to find me in three days. Building a foundation is by no means an easy task. Please adjust your body and mind in the past few days."
"Thank you, senior brother, for your advice. If there is nothing else, I will leave first."
"Go ahead."
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Three days later, Yuan Qing and Xu Jingtian stood in front of the Sutra Pavilion. Xu Jingtian waved his hand and released the spirit boat. The two of them boarded the boat one after another. The light of the spirit boat turned into a brown rainbow and disappeared into the sky in an instant.
