Ye Lin, as the lowest cultivation level among the entire participating team, had just entered the stadium and naturally became the focus of many viewers' discussion.

"There is really a junior brother from the fourth level of Qi training in the team!"

"It seems that it is a contestant of the Spirit Beast Peak. What is the Spirit Beast Peak doing! In this case, the chances of winning by the fifth level of Qi training cultivator are extremely low, so let the fourth level of Qi training cultivator play... What's the difference between giving away points?"

"It seems that this kid has any amazing background or means!"

"Can't it be possible that I can't have any decent rookie genius in the fifth-level Qi training level in Taixuanmen?"

"Although Fairy Qingyao looks beautiful, I have to say that this Spirit Beast Peak is really getting worse every year. I remember the performance of the Spirit Beast Peak disciples in the previous few exchanges was also lacking!"

Due to the large number of people and powerful people, even the Qi Refining Cultivator dared to express his dissatisfaction with Lingbeast Peak and Fairy Qingyao loudly.

Although Ye Lin's killing of the demon cultivator and receiving the credit of level D in the Treasure Pavilion has been announced, there are not many people who have read the announcement of the Treasure Pavilion, and there is no portrait of Ye Lin in the announcement.

In addition, many monks who came to watch the competition often practiced hard or did not go out of seclusion, and were not well-informed, which led to most monks in Taixuan Sect not knowing this junior brother who was on the fourth level of Qi training.

Faced with the doubts of the senior brothers and sisters around him, Ye Lin's expression was as usual. Soon, he followed the participating teams of Taixuanmen to reach the preparation area on the other side of the square.

The Taixuanmen Guardian standing in the VIP seat shouted: "The time of Si has arrived, and the participating teams of both sides have begun to draw lots!"

Suddenly, an inner disciple walked up with a huge tray in his hand.

On this tray are exquisite jade slips, with the face of the jade slip facing downward and the back facing upward. Each jade slip also carves a formation that blocks perception. Except for the spiritual sense of the powerful man in Jiedan, you can see clearly the content of the jade slip. The monks under Jiedan cannot know the content before the jade slip is opened.

"Dear juniors and sisters, the number of jade slips has been disrupted. Each of you randomly draws a jade slip to determine the opponent in the first round of the game!"

When the tray with the jade slip placed was delivered to Ye Lin, only a half was left. Ye Lin stepped forward and took away a jade slip near the corner, and then opened it and saw that the jade slip was written: "Taixuan No. 15!"

Ye Lin looked at the Taicang Gate viewing area a hundred feet away. He couldn't help but be curious. Who was the person who drew "Taicang No. 15"?

The Taixuanmen Guardian in the VIP seat shouted again: "The first round of draws is over. Please ask the contestants who won the first to tenth draws to find the corresponding battle table to enter the field."

Ye Lin is No. 15, which means he will fight against Taicangmen contestants on the second batch of No. 5 stages, and the first batch of competitions has nothing to do with him.

"I can take this opportunity to see the tricks of Taicang disciples!"

Suddenly, Ye Lin's pupils shrank slightly, and his eyes locked on the No. 3 Battle Stage. Wang Changsheng, a fat young man with a level of cultivation in the fifth level of Qi training, jumped and landed on the No. 5 Stage.

At the same time, a young man with a giant sword on his back fell from the other side of the No. 5 platform, who was as strong as a bear. His cultivation level was also the fifth level of Qi training.

Song Lingtian walked to Ye Lin and whispered: "I am No. 27, where are you?"

"Fifteenth, you are also practicing swordsmanship. How strong does Brother Wang's opponent think?" Ye Lin asked.

Song Lingtian said with a slightly serious expression: "It's pretty good. Fatty Wang is afraid that there will be a fierce battle next, but he should be the one who can win in the end."

Ye Lin asked curiously: "Why are you so sure?"

Song Lingtian said: "Fatty Wang is very timid and afraid of death on weekdays. Since he decided to participate in this competition, he must have made many preparations in advance. With his full preparation, he will have the power to fight against opponents on the sixth or even the seventh level of Qi training!"

Ye Lin has not gone out with Wang Changsheng to perform missions, so he is not sure about Wang Changsheng's combat effectiveness, but Wang Changsheng is very sleek in daily life, and is meticulous in helping him with work, never making any mistakes. The whole Changsheng will be in order under his management, which shows that he is an extremely careful and cautious person.

On stage No. 5, Wang Changsheng and the young man with swordsman handed the jade slip in their hands to the inner disciple who was responsible for the referee work of the Bidou platform. The referee disciple whispered: "Check the jade slip and confirm it is correct. Please set a distance of ten feet apart and salute each other!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Changsheng and the young man with swordsman quickly stepped back, and then held their fists to salute each other.

"Wang Changsheng, an inner disciple of Taixuan Sect, is here!"

"Li Zhuang, an inner disciple of Taicang Sect, is here!"

After introducing their identities, the two said in unison: "Please give me advice!"

when!

The referee's disciple suddenly rang the gong in his hand and announced loudly: "The competition begins!"

As soon as the man finished speaking, a sneer on his sword-carrying boy Li Zhuang showed a sneer on his face. At the same time, he quickly pulled out the giant sword on his back with one hand. The giant sword had no sword edge and shone with a faint earth-yellow light, giving people a heavy and difficult to move. It was a top-grade magic weapon!

Wang Changsheng quickly turned into a flexible fat man, and his figure flashed and was only five feet away from Li Zhuang. At the same time, he recited the magic tricks, and thunder and lightning surged on his body, and then he slapped Li Zhuang with a sudden palm.

Boom!

An electric arc as thick as an arm shot towards Li Zhuang.

This is the introductory magic that Wang Changsheng learned at Leiyun Peak!

Li Zhuang seemed to be ready, and immediately put the giant sword in his hand on his chest. He heard a "ding" sound, sparks flew everywhere, and a black electric shock mark was left on the sword of the yellow giant sword, but soon the trace disappeared without a trace.

After resisting Wang Changsheng's attack, Li Zhuang's figure flashed and tried to distance himself from Wang Changsheng.

When facing magic attacks, the longer the distance, the longer the response time he will be left to him, and the greater the possibility of avoiding them, so Wang Changsheng posted it at the beginning.

Although the palm thunder is only a low-grade yellow spell, its power cannot be underestimated and is very suitable for fighting among cultivators in the Qi Refining Stage.

Wang Changsheng seemed to not want to miss the opportunity to suppress his opponent at the beginning, so he quickly chased after him, waved his palms continuously, and shot at Li Zhuang's head-on and face.

As long as you hit it once, Li Zhuang will definitely be injured, and the next battle will be much easier.

Li Zhuang didn't dare to be careless. His figure flashed quickly on the battle stage, and many electric arcs passed by him and turned into a ball of electric light that disappeared without a trace. At the same time, the giant swords in his hand flew one after another, constantly resisting the thunder in Wang Changsheng's palm.

Suddenly, Ye Lin's face, who was watching the game from the audience, changed slightly.

"That giant sword is absorbing the magic power of the thunder in the palm of your hand!"

As the giant sword resisted more and more thunder in the palm of the palm, the yellow light on the giant sword's body became brighter and brighter. When the giant sword completely turned golden, Li Zhuang's face showed ecstasy!

"Little fat man, thank you for consuming mana to recharge my mountain heavy sword!"

And at this moment, Wang Changsheng even showed ecstasy.
Chapter completed!