In the stands of the Qi Condensation Realm seventh-level martial arts arena, Yan Yun had long noticed a pair of eyes that had been watching him.
He observed with his spiritual consciousness and saw the opponent he met when he joined the sect - Taoist Qingyi.
The power of this person's flying needle weapon should not be underestimated, and according to Yanhe's introduction, this person is actually proficient in formations.
But Yan Yun didn't take this person seriously. He had already fought against Qingyi Taoist once, and the other party almost used all his tricks to suppress the situation. What else did he have to worry about?
So what if the opponent is an array master? The Four Evil Talismans have a restraining effect on the array. Wind, fire, thunder and lightning are the only way to break through obstacles and traps!
Of course, he also knew this person's name - Luofu through the display screen above the martial arts arena.
After a while, the time has arrived.
A sail above Zhu Xiu's head began to move slowly, and it stopped only when it reached the center's presiding stand.
A white-robed old Taoist with white hair and a childish face stepped down step by step with his hands behind his back.
No matter whether it is a monk in the Condensation Realm or a monk in the Lingtai Realm, it is impossible to fly in the air as if walking on the ground, and they all need the help of magic weapons or spiritual beasts.
This is not the case for this white-robed old Taoist. He relies solely on the support of his magic power, and his steps are smooth and steady!
Yan Yun was shocked, this was a Juyuan Realm monk.
For the monks in the Qi Condensation Realm, the Juyuan Realm was an unattainable existence. For a moment, the whole place was silent.
Everyone's eyes were focused on this old man in white robe who looked like he was showing off his skills, but was actually extremely fast.
The white-robed old Taoist stood on the hosting platform. He first announced the Taoist slogan of "Blessings and Blessings", then looked around and then said: "The poor Taoist Qinglong Peak Liao Sheng, by the order of the sect master, will host this autumn's soul seizing meeting." …”
Liao Sheng's voice didn't sound loud, just like normal speech, but everyone could clearly hear his unhurried voice.
"Some new disciples may not know that the Soul Seizing Society is related to the rise and fall of the sect, as well as your monthly spiritual stones and cultivation materials. You must not underestimate it!"
"Therefore, all of you, comrades, must do your best to select the winner and compete with the disciples of other sects!"
"Everyone must have known for a long time that the disciple who wins resources and minerals for the sect will receive three foundation-building pills, a thousand spiritual stones, the privilege of not doing sect tasks for three consecutive years, and the priority to advance to the Lingtai realm... …”
"Today, I can agree to one more condition for you. The disciples who have won resources and minerals for the sect can also put forward an additional condition. If the sect can do it, we will honor it immediately. If we can't, we will try to honor it!"
"The auspicious time has come, please invite the referee disciples to come to the scene!" When Liao Sheng said this, he waved his big hand and his momentum was as strong as a stormy wave.
The Lingtai Realm monks had already arrived around the seven martial arts venues, stimulating formations, stabilizing the venues, and acting as referees.
The destructive power of the competition between the monks is astonishing. If the formation is not stabilized in advance, the martial arts field will not be used.
If a Qi Condensation Realm disciple participating in the competition within the Soul Seizing Society is in danger of death, the referee monks of the Lingtai Realm will be responsible for resolving the problem to avoid fearful death or injury.
Liao Sheng's sharp gaze swept across the seven martial arts arenas and suddenly shouted: "The selection of participating disciples within the sect of this Soul Seizing Association has begun!"
As soon as he finished speaking, transparent masks rose up in the martial arts arena, and together with the ground, formed a barrier like a copper wall.
Yan Yun used the vaporized mirror technique to release balloons, giving a panoramic view of the changes in the field.
The first competition had nothing to do with Yan Yun and others, so I didn't care much about it.
In the second game, in the fourth martial arts arena, I heard the referee monk shouting: "Fourth-level Qi Condensation Realm disciple Yuan Tai He Xu listens to the order and enters quickly!"
Yan Yun immediately adjusted the balloon to display the full view of the fourth martial arts arena.
Qingchan's little head was not lagging behind either. She squeezed beside Yan Yun and watched eagerly, clenching her little fists tightly. This was to cheer Yuantai.
Yuantai's advantage is that he is extremely powerful, but he is too bulky and lacks agility, making him clumsy. Once he encounters an opponent with agile movements, he will be dwarfed by him.
Yuantai stood up from his seat, took out the giant spirit sword, and strode into the arena.
Seeing that Yuan Tai was more than half taller than him, the disciple named He Xu became less agile and dragged himself into the field step by step. This slowness made even the referee monks impatient to wait.
When we meet on a narrow road, the brave one wins!
Comparing Yuan Tai's calmness with He Xu's timidity, Yan Yun was convinced that Yuan Tai would win without a doubt.
"Senior Brother Liao Sheng, please!" Yuantai clasped his hands in fists.
"Senior Brother Yuantai, please!" Liao Sheng returned the greeting.
"twitter--"
Before Yuantai started, he suddenly let out a sharp shout and took the lead. Holding the giant spirit sword in both hands, he rushed towards his opponent like a wild beast.
The rumbling footsteps shook the ground covered by the formation and trembled.
He Xu's pupils shrank, clearly showing his wretchedness that he did not dare to take away his edge. He quickly dodged and at the same time used his sword to mitigate the opponent's fierce attack.
There was a "clang" sound.
When the giant spirit sword touched the sword, the sword rolled randomly in the air like a gourd swinging in the air.
He Xu's face turned pale. He didn't seek merit but no fault. He retreated as fast as possible to avoid Yuan Tai's sharp attack.
Since Yuan Tai had the upper hand, how could he let go so easily? He raised the giant spirit sword and launched a wild pursuit while knocking He Xu's sword farther and farther away.
Just a moment later, He Xu showed signs of decline. He used his sword less and less frequently and just avoided it.
"Where to go!"
Yuantai shouted loudly, took out the speed talisman, activated it with magic power, and slapped it on his body. He jumped up like an arrow from the string, and with the power of Mount Tai, he slashed three swords at He Xu one after another.
The Giant Spirit Sword is Chifeng's magical weapon, and its quality is extraordinary. The sword wind extending from the sword's edge can spread as far as ten feet.
He Xu was in a hurry and completely lost his mind.
Suddenly, the Giant Spirit Sword flew out of Yuan Tai's hand and came towards He Xu with the force of thunder!
He Xu was shocked. He tried his best to use his sword and collided with the giant spirit sword.
There was a click, and a walnut-sized gap was made in He Xu's sword.
He Xu was affected by his natal magical weapon, his complexion turned pale and his figure stagnates!
Almost at the same time, Yuantai jumped up high, and his huge figure even blocked the sunlight.
He Xu only felt that he was in a shadow. He wanted to avoid it but was too late. Facing the powerful fist force suppressed by Yuan Tai with both hands, his face was ashen!
At this moment, the figure of the Lingtai Realm monk appeared in front of He Xu, raising one palm up to block Yuantai's special move for him!
"In this round, Baiyitang Yuantai wins!"
The Lingtai realm monk shouted.
On the sidelines, the clerical disciples drew the character "一" on Yuantai's name and a vertical bar on He Xu's name.
He Xu walked out of the field dejectedly, which was in sharp contrast to Yuan Tai's confident attitude of leaving.
"Haha, senior brother Yuantai is so fierce!"
The green cicada vibrated its wings, rising and falling, and its petite face was full of joy.
"Sister, you can actually show your face in the martial arts arena." Yan Yun said with a smile.
"Don't even think about it! I'll just follow you. How are you doing?" Qing Chan shouted.
Although Yan Yun's magical power has already stabilized all the senior brothers, he has a certain order of entry, and he has received a lot of favors from all the senior brothers. Faced with Qingchan's stubbornness, he does not dare to say a word "no" and can only smile bitterly.
A moment later, in the fifth martial arts arena, the referee monk of the Lingtai realm shouted: "Ji Zhaohe Huan, a fifth-level disciple of the Qi Condensation realm, listens to the order and prepares to enter!"
Ji Zhao held two crosses in his hands, like an elf, and jumped into the magic circle with just a flash.
Opposite him, the disciple named He Huan turned out to be a strange man. He had a big mouth that protruded from his face for a foot. He had an ugly face. He wielded a short stick with eyebrows. His exposed skin was covered with bulges. It also drags a thick tail, but it is a crocodile man.
Strange people all have one characteristic: they are usually not very good at long-range attacks, but are talented at close combat.
The collision between Ji Zhao and He Huan is a hand-to-hand competition!
In terms of their bodies, Good Omen is characterized by flexibility of body movements, while He Huan is characterized by strength.
"Both disciples, are you ready?" the Lingtai Realm referee asked.
"Senior, please give the order!" Ji Zhao said, took out the speed talisman and slapped it on his body.
"Ready!" He Huan also took out a speed talisman and activated it with magic power.
"start!"
As the order was given, Ji Zhao's thin figure was like a bolt of lightning. With several flashes, he arrived in front of He Huan and struck the opponent directly in the abdomen with his two forks.
"Well done!" He Huan yelled and swept through the army with a short stick.
A clear sound!
When the stick and the fork collide, they are evenly matched!
The so-called expert will know if there is one as soon as he reaches out his hand!
As a crocodile man, He Huan should be sure to win a good omen due to his skill. However, in the duel between the two magic powers, there is no winner or lose. This is not a good situation for He Huan!
really!
Ji Zhao deployed his dexterous body movements and quickly launched an offensive against He Huan in three directions, like a shadow.
After only three rounds, He Huan could not keep up with Ji Zhao's speed, and his body was covered in paint and blood.
By the sixth round, He Huan was panting and his movements were much slower due to excessive bleeding.
When the seven rounds began, He Huan's big mouth suddenly opened, and he bit the double forks that were protruding from the auspicious omen. With a flick of his head, he snatched the double forks away.
This scene was beyond the expectations of Yan Yun and the other three people who were watching the battle, and they immediately tightened their heartstrings for a good omen!
At this moment, Ji Zhao dwarfed, dodged the eyebrow-length stick whizzing past his head, slipped under He Huan's crotch, and grabbed his tail.
He Huan lost sight of his target, and his back felt cold. He was about to sweep away with his tail, but unexpectedly a huge force came from him, and he was thrown into the air involuntarily, and then he was slapped hard on the ground!
The ground blessed by the magic circle trembled, and He Huan was thrown to pieces!
Ji Zhao's thin body burst out with infinite power, lifting He Huan up one after another, like waving a broken sack, and knocking He Huan down one after another.
After five slaps and throws, He Huan's vision went dark and he fainted.
"A good omen wins!"
