The two sides came up from both sides of the ring. Their wrists were tied with red and blue ribbons for easy identification. The camps stood apart and looked at each other in turn.

The red team is a team composed of all outer sect disciples. The oldest is twenty-five years old, in the middle stage of Golden Core. The youngest is twenty-one years old, in the early stage of foundation building.

They formed an even formation, with three sword cultivators, one sound cultivator, and one body cultivator, taking into account both offense and defense.

On Pei Fan's side were a sword cultivator, two sound cultivators, and the remaining two were charm cultivators and body cultivators.

"Are you ready?" The disciple in charge of recording with the photo stone in the audience asked as usual. After receiving affirmative replies from both parties, he began to announce: "The third competition of the team competition - officially begins!"

The first is the change of position.

The two teams unanimously changed to the five-pointed star position, and each other took out their weapons and got into fighting postures.

The opponent's captain who made the first move was Hu Wen.

She pulled out the long sword in her hand. The sword energy was wrapped in spiritual power. As the sword edge continued to change, it struck Pei Fan directly in front of her.

To capture the thief, capture the king first.

If you want to quickly defeat a team, you must first find where their spiritual figure is. Then concentrate your combat power and try to use sword patterns to target him, so that he will be at a disadvantage step by step.

The team led by Hu Wen has great ambitions. They are unwilling to accept the status quo. Although their strength is not good, they are very motivated in practice.

Diligence can make up for clumsiness.

This trial was the starting point for them to start making a name for themselves in the sect.

Hu Wen curled his lips and winked at the teammates behind him.

Even God was blessing them, and they picked a character who was well-known but knew how to handle it.

Zhang Suqing...

So what if you are a genius swordsman? Now that all the tendons in your hands are broken, you are already a useless person.

Hu Wen took the lead and pointed his sword at Pei Fan. The sword wind swept the split sword intention and stabbed forward suddenly.

The people nearby were not willing to lag behind and launched attacks on Zhang San and the others.

Here comes the food.

From the corner of Li Si's eyes, he glanced at his teammates on the field and saw that she didn't need to draw her sword. With her majestic sword intention and spiritual power, she could knock the Yin Xiu who attacked her off the stage.

Everyone in the house was in an uproar. It was true that the Yin Cultivator had no fighting ability, and his physical strength was not as good as that of the Sword Cultivator, but after all, he was a monk who had reached the foundation building stage.

Just by relying on his momentum, he can knock his opponent off the ring, even if he has already become a Nascent Soul.

Hu Wen was horrified in his eyes. The people in front of him looked young, but their cultivation levels were indeed beyond his reach.

Seeing this, she ignored her other teammates and focused on attacking Pei Fan.

Even if you can't win, you still have to pull someone to back you up.

Zhang Suqing, look at the sword!

Seeing the sword getting closer and closer to him, Pei Fan didn't react. He just stood there quietly, waiting for her to stab him.

The sword was estimated to be an inch away from entering Zhang Suqing's body. Pei Fan opened his lips and chanted a hymn, and the barrier formed by the rhythm reflected all external attacks and blocked them all.

Hu Wen was injured by the sword she stabbed out. Pei Fan's phonological attack continued. She raised her fingertips and chanted the rhythm into a haunting curse, surrounding Hu Wen one by one until she was talking nonsense.

He fell off the stage talking nonsense.

There were several members of the opponent's team on the field. Wang Wu and Ding Liu took care of them together without any effort.

In less than a minute, all the players on the red square stepped off the stage, ending their debut tragically.

Pei Fan did not exert any effort and was sulking because of the unpleasant beating. The breeze brought the fragrance of the flowers and blew the red ribbon on the girl's high ponytail, showing off and arrogantly.

Zhang San looked at the incredulous crowd and walked towards the disciple responsible for using the image stone: "Can you announce the results of the competition? We won."

"Huh?" The disciple had just woken up from the world that shattered his consciousness. When he saw Zhang San's upright face, he couldn't help but feel a little weak.

"I declare...the winning team in the third round of the team competition is...defeat this disgusting Cultivation Team!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the disciple secretly found a place to hide his face and cry.

He had just invested all his monthly salary for the red side. Unexpectedly, the red side was so upset. It was no match for the blue side. The loss was ugly and unpleasant.

It's so embarrassing!

Bai Nuonuo's fans who were waiting to see Zhang Suqing's joke couldn't sit still. Their faces were extremely ugly, their hands were clenched into fists, and they stared at Pei Fan with a pair of resentful eyes.

How could...how could this happen?

A swordsman who couldn't afford a sword actually changed his career to learn music?

How can this be?

This is simply an insult to Taoism and tarnishes the founder of Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance’s swordsmanship!

Doesn’t the sect care about it? Aren’t everyone filled with righteous indignation?

The disciple became more and more angry as he thought about it. He stood up and shouted to everyone in the audience: "This is not fair, Zhang Suqing, you cheated!"

Pei Fan glanced at the disciple who spoke angrily: "Evidence."
Chapter completed!