Just when the two were less than three feet apart, Zhu Yunpeng stepped down with his right foot, and a golden-backed ring knife appeared in a flash of light in his right hand. He then held the knife in both hands, and a faint khaki light shone on the blade.

, was about to chop forward with the force of splitting Huashan Mountain.

However, he saw Senior Brother Feng on the opposite side suddenly turn around, rush towards Zhu Yunpeng's left side like a ghost, and extend his right hand to stab his left rib.

Seeing this, Zhu Yunpeng immediately slumped down and twisted his waist. At the same time, with the ring knife above his head and across his waist, he spun around.

After the sound of gold and iron clashing, Zhu Yunpeng stood on the spot with his sword drawn, while Senior Brother Feng stood a foot away with his hands behind his hands. His palms faintly reflected some transparent light in the sun.

Zhu Yunpeng's face was slightly solemn at this time. He made a secret with one hand and his body was immediately covered with a layer of earth armor. Then he stretched out his hand to touch the back of the knife and muttered something.

However, when he stretched out his hand, Brother Feng had already finished casting the spell and rushed towards him with all his strength. The figure flashed behind Zhu Yunpeng, then flashed again to the left. Suddenly, Zhu Yunpeng was all around him at the same time.

Four senior brothers Feng appeared, either raising their hands to release a fireball, or summoning two water arrows, or using their palms as knives to slash down, or using their heavy shadows to attack with cloud-dispelling force.

Zhu Yunpeng didn't care about casting the spell completely, so he could only hold the sword in front of him, while bending his back and his body armor shining brightly.

"Bang", after a burst of smoke and dust, Senior Brother Feng appeared where Zhu Yunpeng was standing before, his eyes stern.

Zhu Yunpeng retreated three feet away, with most of his earth armor broken into pieces. He knelt on one knee and held it with a knife. There was also a trace of bright red hanging from the corner of his mouth.

Suddenly, he put away the ring knife, pressed both hands on the ring and shouted loudly.

Seeing this, Senior Brother Feng's eyes became even colder. He moved in front of Zhu Yunpeng and then transformed into four. The four figures' palms were burning with blazing flames and struck at Zhu Yunpeng at the same time.

At the moment when they were about to hit, a circle of earthy yellow smoke suddenly appeared at the feet of the four figures. The figure's forward momentum stopped, and then four sharp stone pillars rose up from the ground, instantly piercing the four figures.

The figure suddenly disappeared like a bubble. At the same time, a figure fell from the sky, and a burning palm pressed against Zhu Yunpeng's Tianling Cap.

Just at the slightest moment, the flames in Brother Feng's hand were instantly extinguished, and the palm that was supposed to kill suddenly deflected. The wind from the palm hit a stone thorn on the side, and he also used this force to float down next to Zhu Yunpeng.

"Feng Xifeng, wins!" Tian Yi announced the result from the side.

Senior Brother Feng calmly cupped his hands and said: "I accept."

Zhu Yunpeng stood up and replied with a bitter look on his face: "Thank you, Senior Brother Feng, for showing mercy."

After that, the two of them stepped off the stage.

At this time, Tian Yi took out an iron token and swung it forward, and the arena immediately returned to its original state. He put away the token and said loudly: "Have a rest for half an hour. The next match will be Zhang Yuxiang vs. Zhao Feiyan."

There was silence in the audience at this time. It took a long time before someone who was close to him murmured in a low voice. Gradually, discussions started to spread, and then there was the occasional clasp of hands and admiration.

Yuan Qing was also dazzled by what he saw, and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Senior Brother Feng is really a genius. He actually combines secular martial arts with immortal magic. The combination of light body skills and superior light skills makes him move like a ghost. And that palm technique,

The layers upon layers are like the waves crashing on the shore, but the fireball technique is condensed but not emitted, just like the waves of the sea of ​​fire, it is even more powerful!"

Zhu Ling'er's eyes were full of energy at this time, and she praised: "Senior Brother Feng is not only very skilled in water magic, he is also as meticulous as hair and has profound thoughts. Yuan Qing, can you notice the water stains on the ground after the first fight?"

?That was the first time that Senior Brother Feng used water arrows so he could stay. During the second fight, the water stains turned into water mirrors, refracting Senior Brother Feng into four shadows, and his true body flew into the air and used

The decisive blow."

After hearing this, Yuan Qing sighed: "Senior Brother Zhu's response method is not very comprehensive. He used his own earth-moving magical power to form an armor to resist Senior Brother Feng's attack, and also used the dust-binding technique to limit his speed. I guess he then used the sharp blade technique.

Attached to the magical weapon, I planned to go head-to-head with Senior Brother Feng, but I missed a move. It seems that when facing the enemy, magic means and mental strategies are indispensable."

Zhu Ling'er agreed: "Yes, we still lack a lot."

Yuan Qing grinned: "It seems that I will visit the second floor of the Sutra Collection Pavilion more often from now on."

Half an hour passed quickly, and as Tian Yi said, "The second game begins!"

Two figures walked onto the stage. On the east side was Zhang Yuxiang dressed as a disciple, and on the west side was a young girl in a green dress, none other than Zhao Feiyan.

After greeting each other, Zhang Yuxiang said loudly: "Junior Sister Zhao, I will try my best. If I fail, I will take care of myself."

Zhao Feiyan replied with a smile: "Senior Brother Zhang, you can give it a try."

Zhang Yuxiang looked serious, raised his hands, and four or five small fireballs flew straight to the opposite side. Then he placed his palms across his chest, and saw a fireball the size of a baby's head appeared between his two palms. He pushed lightly with his hands, and the large fireball flew

It roared towards the opposite side with scorching heat.

Everyone's attention was attracted by this series of fireball techniques, but Zhang Yuxiang did not see an indiscernible snap of his fingers after putting down his right hand, and a ray of black light flashed away.

The fireball arrived in an instant, and Zhao Feiyan didn't see any movement. A layer of green shield appeared out of thin air.

Whether it was a small fireball or a menacing big fireball hitting this protective shield, it all scattered like flowing fire. As for the black stream of light, it just made a "ding" sound before being bounced away, falling to the ground, and it turned out to be a flying needle.

Zhang Yuxiang was still unwilling to accept this. He first shook his hands and fired two water arrows, then made a seal with both hands and chanted a mantra in his mouth. His spiritual light flashed, and a small flame appeared out of thin air in front of him. Then it burned bigger and bigger, and finally reached the size of a millstone.

The air around the fireball seemed to be on fire.

As soon as he heard the word "Go", the giant fireball blasted towards Zhao Feiyan at an extremely fast speed. Before he could reach Zhao Feiyan, a heat wave hit him. The two water arrows were vaporized by the fireball that arrived first before they hit the target.

.

Zhao Feiyan snorted coldly, took out a small bronze mirror, tossed it lightly, and the bronze mirror hung above his head. He made a hand with his hands, and a yellow beam of light flew out from the mirror, passing through the fireball and shining on Zhang Yuxiang.

On the body.

The fireball disappeared under this light like ice and snow. On the other side, Zhang Yuxiang, who seemed to be trying to cast a spell, had heavy limbs. He collapsed on the ground with a "plop" and could only be slaughtered.

Zhao Feiyan walked up to Zhang Yuxiang step by step, a small fireball suddenly appeared in her hand, and asked with a smile: "Senior Brother Zhang, can you admit defeat?"

Zhang Yuxiang smiled bitterly and replied: "Junior sister Zhao has a sharp magical weapon. For my brother, I know I am outmatched, so I am willing to admit defeat."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Feiyan pursed her lips and smiled and dispersed the fireball in her hand. With another slight move, the bronze mirror flew into the pouch on her waist. Then the jade pendant on her body flashed and the green shield disappeared.

Only then did Zhang Yuxiang regain his mobility, stood up and bowed, put away the flying needles on the ground, left the ring and walked towards the back hill without looking back, and soon disappeared from everyone's sight.

Tian Yi took the stage at this time and announced: "Zhao Feiyan wins! The next match is between Yue Fuqiang and Zhou Haitao."

Only then did Zhao Feiyan jump off the ring.

Everyone in the audience was in an uproar. Some praised the sharpness of Zhao Feiyan's magical weapon, while others felt unfair for Zhang Yuxiang.

At this time, a burly man flew up to the stage, bowed his hands to Xu Jingtian and said loudly: "I have met Senior Brother Xu, I am Lin Ping, and I thought that the competition just now was unfair, so I came here to express my grievances for Senior Brother Zhang."

Xu Jingtian asked with his usual light smile: "Junior brother Lin, if you think there is anything unfair, feel free to speak out."

Lin Ping raised his sleeves and said, "Junior Sister Zhao was born into a spiritual family, and she has many magical weapons, including many high-grade magical weapons; while Junior Brother Zhang, like us, was born in the ordinary world, and the magical weapons he used were no more than the low-grade flying weapons he received when he entered the school.

Needle. It’s not that the two have vastly different levels of strength, it’s actually that Junior Sister Zhao relied on the power of the magic weapon. If they fight with magic weapons of the same grade, the outcome is still a matter of difference."

A disciple from the same aristocratic family in the audience heard this and immediately flew to the stage. After seeing the ceremony, he retorted loudly: "Junior Brother Lin's remarks are too biased. They are not the theory of marriage, wealth and land? Birth, chance, skills, Taoism, and even the illusory

Isn't luck a part of strength? How can there be such foolish opinions as "relying on the power of magic weapons"? Skills are not as good as people who work hard and practice hard. Just look for other opportunities, so why speak sophistry."

Lin Ping was about to retort when he saw Xu Jingtian stood up and walked to the center of the ring. Xu Jingtian motioned for the two of them to go down first, and then said: "Do you know the origin of the Aristocratic Family? The Aristocratic Family was established by a hopeless Jindan monk who left the sect and came down the mountain to spread his branches.

A practicing family that has lasted for more than a hundred years. The ancestors of the golden elixir have outstanding achievements. The descendants can be directly recommended to join the sect to practice. Those with outstanding talents will be accepted as disciples by the great monks in the sect. The family has its own spiritual vein mine. In addition to

Every year, part of the resources are donated to the sect, and the rest of the spiritual stones and minerals can be used at their own disposal. Therefore, it is not unusual for disciples of aristocratic families to carry one or two high-grade or even top-grade magic weapons with them when traveling."

"With such a unique advantage, do ordinary people have no chance of winning? As everyone knows, the higher the grade of the magic weapon, the greater the magic power required. A monk at the twelfth level of Qi training can drive up to three high-grade magic weapons at the same time. As for the best magic weapon

You can only hit it with all your strength."

"The sect only distributes low-level magical weapons because we don't want you to rely too much on the power of the magical weapons and ignore the five elements of Taoism. It should be noted that the five elements of magic are mutually reinforcing and restraining each other. When combined with each other, there are magical powers, which may not necessarily make them weak. Junior Brother Lin, do you understand

?”

All the disciples were lost in thought. Lin Ping looked embarrassed when he saw Xu Jingtian asking him, and bowed and replied: "Thank you, Senior Brother Xu, for your advice. I have learned from you."

"Okay, let the competition proceed as normal." Xu Jingtian waved his sleeves and leisurely returned to his seat and sat down.

In the next four sets of competitions, Yue Fuqiang easily defeated Zhou Haitao with a bell-shaped high-grade magic weapon that integrated both offense and defense; Lin Ping lost to Sun Yanqi, who was born in an aristocratic family; Li Sheng and Sun Miaomiao, who were both born in an aristocratic family, fought fiercely.

The dazzling battle of magic weapons evolved into a competition of magic power. In the end, Li Sheng won the game with his superior magic power. In the last round, Jiang Shangzhen, who had explained the Five Elements magic to everyone, relied on his superb magic power to defeat a family full of treasures.

Disciple Zhao Yan and all the disciples in the audience who were born in the secular world were shocked when they saw the momentum.

The first day of the competition ended successfully.

Yuan Qing returned to the bamboo house and sat down cross-legged to savor today's six competitions. Among them, Senior Brother Feng in the first competition and Senior Brother Jiang in the sixth competition particularly shocked him: Although he majored in swordsmanship, he was prepared to have a few low-level spells.

It can indeed work wonders when you don't expect it; the combination of superior martial arts with Xianjia's skills is not only powerful, but also consumes much less. There are many unique swordsmanship copies in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. When combined with the "Taibai Sword Sutra", the strength can be improved by one level.

Big cut; I remember that there should be a collection of strategy and military books in the pavilion. The so-called strategy and tactics can reverse the situation of victory or defeat in an instant...

A sleepless night.

At noon the next day, lots were drawn on the red list to determine the battle list, and everyone had come to watch the battle early. Zhang Yuxiang, who had left the game in shame yesterday, also arrived and was chatting and laughing with everyone on the side.
Chapter completed!