The sun was shining brightly at noon, and Han Bing and Yan Ci hid under the shade of a tree in the east to enjoy the cool weather and watch the battle from a distance.
The arena was very lively. Lian Zong, You Hancai and Chen Xian'er joined forces to fight against the three monks from Sichuan Tingyuan.
Lian Zong waved his robe sleeves and held out a gleaming red cone. The spiritual patterns on the surface of the cone flickered, turning into a red light several feet long and stabbing down through the wind.
The enemy, Li Wenhe, raised a colorful ancient sword to meet him. With a clanking sound, the tip of the conical sword hit him in the air, setting off a white air current.
Lian Zong sneered again and again. When the magic formula was activated, the sharp cone turned into six red rays and stabbed down in turn. The red rays moved like flying wind, which was extremely dangerous.
Li Wenhe raised his hand and spilled a bag of green sand. The green sand filled the sky and instantly turned into a curtain of sand the size of a knuckle to protect his whole body. The grains of sand rise and fall in an orderly manner, contracting and contracting in an orderly manner, the sound of tinkling and clanking is endless, and all the conical light is blocked.
After several fierce battles, they are indistinguishable in terms of strength. Li Wenhe is getting impatient. He is the only great cultivator in the Xuanzhao stage in the team. If he is delayed by Lian Zong for a while, once the other groups lose, there will be no hope of victory.
You Hancai did not use any magic weapon, but simply swiped the spirit beast bracelet with his fingertips to summon a black spirit beast with a head shaped like a civet cat. The appearance of this beast was not amazing, but with a fierce light in its eyes, it looked small but powerful.
The opponent's heart skipped a beat and he said in astonishment: "Thunder Beast?"
You Hancai said disdainfully: "Junior brother has some experience."
The opponent said: "Hey, what can a mere cub do to me?" After saying that, he swung the golden sword in his palm. The sword opened and closed, chopping and whittling, and it was like a golden moon blade slashing at the thunder raccoon beast for several rounds.
The thunder raccoon beast rolled its eyes, opened its mouth slightly and spit out a white thunderbolt. The lightning crackled and exploded, but it was instantly swallowed up by the golden blade pushed towards it. The little beast was not in any hurry, jumping quickly and continuously releasing electric light attacks from its mouth.
You Hancai smiled casually and pinched a white flame at his fingertips. The flame was originally only the size of a pea, but it jumped a few times like a will-o'-the-wisp, and instantly turned into a ball of flame that looked like a head and was thrown towards the opposite side.
The disciples on the opposite side swept away waves of thunder and lightning released by the thunder raccoon beast, and suddenly saw a ball of flames floating slowly towards them, and then slashed in the air.
The force of this blow is fierce, and the energy goes straight through the back of the sword.
Suddenly, there was a popping sound, and the ball of flame was completely untouchable. It turned into flames and exploded after being touched lightly. Accompanied by the miserable howl, the man leaned forward and fell. His charred body twitched and then became silent again.
It turned out that there was a fist-sized thunder ball hidden in the middle of the flames. It exploded suddenly when the blade struck down, completely stunning it.
Chen Xian'er and a certain thin disciple were fighting for a while, looking at the battle group next to them from time to time. They knew each other well that they had nothing to do in the arena, they just waited for the winner to be decided over there. No need to waste any more effort.
You Hancai and Lian Zong joined forces and easily suppressed Li Wenhe. Li Wenhe was in danger after just a few moves. He barely managed to hold on for a few breaths and was completely defeated.
Several batches of discussants on the stage changed hurriedly, and the winners and losers were divided in a very short time. The fighting patterns were mostly the same, either fighting each other, or a melee. If there was a monk who was Xuanzhao Dacheng or close to Xuanzhao Dacheng in a certain party, , usually you can defeat the enemy.
During the discussion, some used talismans to attack the enemy, and some summoned spiritual beasts to assist in the battle. But no matter how blessed an ordinary disciple is, how high-end can the talismans they use be? It's nothing more than some simple five-element talismans with limited lethality.
Not to mention the spiritual beasts, they are all just coquettish and cute. If you talk about the dojo properly, it will become an animal display stand.
Everyone in the audience watched and tasted with smiles. In the end, You Hancai's thunder raccoon beast was superior in skill, and he was elected as the beast leader today.
Yan Ci stared blankly for the whole day and sighed sadly: "It turns out that it's not that Qingluan is too strong, but that his kind is too weak."
Han Bing's bright eyes moved slightly, and he laughed and said, "You won't feel happy if you don't damage it!"
Yan Ci smiled and said, "You two sisters are childhood sweethearts. How dare Yan dare to harm them?"
Han Bing stared with apricot eyes and said: "Mu Yao is right, you really have a weak five elements!"
The weather was still fine on the third day of the discussion, and the first round of competition among Xuanzhao period disciples came to an end.
Therefore, in the competition arena, the four disciples in the rotation stage were shocked to discuss the Tao with the death of Jing, and the four disciples in the fusion stage were discussed with the disciples in the fusion phase.
Yan Ci entered the stage earlier, and his opponent Su Yi was not as good as Gu Xinnian. However, because like Han Bing, he came from Hui Yanfeng, Yan Ci loved the house and the black, and deliberately did not want him to lose too badly.
Yan Ci did not use the iris sword to fight the enemy, but used the fire dancing red wall technique, igniting four blazing flames and assuming a secondary defensive posture.
Unexpectedly, Su Yi was so clumsy that he actually used pearls and jade as rubble. He used all his strength without mercy, and jumped up and down on the outer edge of the fire wall wrapped in protective spiritual light. He held the Yingang Sword in his hand and poured out pieces of sword energy to attack inside.
Yan Ci pretended to be in a hurry and dodged around. Su Yi was proud and sneered, "Junior brother, if you can't resist it, you can admit defeat."
Yan Ci rolled his eyes and cursed secretly that this kid was not only blind, but also disrespectful. He forced a smile and said, "Senior brother, there is no need to worry, I can still resist."
Su Yi snorted coldly and struck harder and harder.
Yan Ci secretly held his breath and made his face look even redder. He clumsily pinched his fingers and used ordinary escape techniques to run away. Su Yi couldn't catch up and glared angrily: "Boy, do you want to fight or not?"
Yan Ci panted and said, "Why don't you hit me?" After saying that, he spat out his palm and pushed it slowly with a light cyan palm print.
Under the brilliant sword energy of Yingang Sword, the palm prints looked extremely dim, and the palm strength was particularly weak.
Su Yi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and sneered: "Are you sent by Diduiyuan to make up the numbers?"
Just as he was about to lift his sword, he suddenly saw a flash of palm prints. His speed increased several times in an instant. Su Yi felt a huge force pushing towards him, and his body was pushed out of the ring without any restraint.
Su Yi was stunned, and the disciples who were watching were also stunned. Some people said in shock: "Damn it, the kid who was beaten to pieces just now can actually win."
The ruling elder was Fairy Huaxi from Bowei Courtyard. She glanced at Yan Ci with a half-smile, and announced: "Dicui Courtyard Yan Ci wins, prepare for the next match."
Yan Ci said happily: "Thank you so much, uncle." There was quite an unexpected joy in his words.
Su Yi looked at Yan Ci walking away, still unable to wake up.
Yan Ci covered his mouth and snickered as he walked, but he felt deeply sorry when he thought of Su Yi's desolate scene. "Humph, I blame him for being too harsh. He was looking for embarrassment." Yan Ci said to himself.
Discussing among fellow disciples, victory or defeat is not important. This move is to remind Su Yi to focus on his talents in the future and not to treat other people's kindness as a donkey's liver and lungs, lest he encounters a master who unknowingly gives away his life as a bonus. Yan Ci felt a little proud after thinking about it.
After the first round of eliminations, many of the remaining monks had extraordinary skills. Yan Ci looked at them all the way and found that several of them were quite terrifying.
Ouyang Changrong from Sichuan Ting Academy still defeated the top talents from the same academy with a pair of fleshy palms.
Brother and sister Jiang Jinyue and Jiang Shuyue have extraordinary aptitudes. They used the Burning Love Fairy Sword and the Boundary-Breaking Exquisite Tower, both of them swept away their opponents within a few breaths.
As for Nightingale, Yan Ci has not seen her for several months. I don’t know if it’s because she was impressed by the recognition after three days, or because Nightingale had hidden her skills in the early stage. Now she has a strange movement. She opens and closes the Fairy Sword in her hand vertically and horizontally, and the sword light flows like erratic fireflies. Son, the opponent has been focusing on one thing and not the other, and is tired of dealing with it.
The most stunning thing is Qu Yuyi, whose figure is light and elegant. It is said that she is the registered disciple that Han Bing begged Liu Ruoxi to accept. This girl is cold and holy, as bright as an ice and snow elf falling from the top of a cold pool of clear water, bright and clear. The Yaotai fairy stands proudly in the northern Ming Dynasty.
Talking about the graceful appearance, delicate fragrance, and Han Bing, they both have mysterious and unpredictable skills. When the shirt moves, it has the wonderful meaning of colorful clothes and feathers.
After walking around and watching for a while, he suddenly saw the black charcoal-headed Liao Yi blasting his opponent off the stage one by one with an axe. Yan Ci breathed a sigh of relief, thinking to himself that this kid is definitely a formidable opponent!
The Du Wei Arena next to it is a place for disciples in the fusion period to discuss the Tao. The glow is everywhere on the stage. The cultivators have all kinds of spells at their fingertips. The loud sounds of fierce fighting resound in the ears, and the revealed authority is about to tear the light curtain of the arena apart. Crush.
Yan Ci was secretly frightened. Although the methods of the disciples of different heights on the stage were inferior to those of Yu Lu's generation, they were still amazing. They were definitely not what he could compare to now.
After the match ended, it was Han Bing's turn to take the stage. Yan Ci looked for a good location to watch the match, and suddenly saw the audience in the ring next to him disperse in a flurry and gather around him.
When Yan Cizheng was surprised, the winner was already decided on the stage. The tall man was superior and directly placed the fairy sword on the short man's neck, forcing him to abandon the sword and admit defeat.
Han Bing was floating lightly on the stage, and the whole person was pure and elegant, as bright as the first moon.
The moon-white hibiscus-waisted long skirt is worn on the ground, and she wears a light blue phoenix-patterned cicada-wing thin shirt, and her slender waist is tied with a floral silk ribbon.
The golden crown is brilliant, tied up with three thousand blue hairs, the flowing hair is as gentle as willow silk, the eyes are clear and the eyes are flowing gracefully, and the arrogant grace of being relegated to the immortal makes all living beings fall in love.
Elder Chushan Gu had a handsome chin, a square face and a broad mouth. He was probably in his forties when he painted, his eyes flashed, and he said with a smile on his lips: "My nephew is really a noble man. I haven't seen him for only a few years, and he has already become a master." A monk in the fusion stage."
Han Bing's eyes seemed to be rippled by the breeze. She bowed deeply and said respectfully, "I received so much kindness from you all back then, but I regret that it will be difficult to repay it in this life."
Chu Shangu's face showed a rare kindness, and he said warmly: "It's just because of your great blessings that I can't wait for you with a little effort, so don't worry about it."
While he was talking, a young handsome man in white came onto the ring. When he saw Chu Shangu looking over, he immediately handed over his registration card and saluted, "Uncle Master, Tong Meng, a disciple of Taichu Peak, came to discuss the Tao." Chu Shangu nodded slightly, Then a cloud appeared under his feet and stood at the side of the light screen of the arena to signal the start.
Tong Meng looked at Han Bing with a blushing face, cupped his hands and said, "Junior sister, please give me some advice, I hope you will be merciful."
Han Bing hurriedly returned the gift and said with a sweet smile: "My little sister, a late-schooler, if there is any offense, please forgive me, senior brother."
Its sound is like the elegant music of a piano, melodious and beautiful.
Someone next to Yan Ci groaned: "The sound of nature can make people's bones soften and muscles soften. If these words were spoken to me, I would recognize them even if I have been in seclusion for three years."
Another person sneered: "I'm daydreaming again, unless it's the smoke rising from your ancestral grave."
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