On the tenth day, the sect competition officially came to an end.

Song Shiyin, Bian Tingyu, Du Yunxi, Zhuo Guang, and Xue Huanhuan successfully entered the fourth round of the competition. Several other members of the team also came to the Tongfa platform to cheer for the five.

"You have to work hard. In my opinion, the top five are you." Sun Yao stretched out his index finger and moved towards the five people one by one.

"You finally said something nice." Bian Tingyu raised her eyebrows at Sun Yao and smiled.

"The four of them are the top four this time. As for you? Forget the tenth place." Sun Yao was not convinced and made a face at Bian Tingyu.

This made Bian Tingyu angry and anxious. She stamped her feet a few times and rushed over to grab Sun Yao's ears.

Sun Yao yelled again, begging for mercy while running away, and the two men continued to quarrel for a long time.

Song Shiyin burst out laughing and thought to himself: That's fine, as long as the team is harmonious, that's the best thing.

"You guys have to work hard, I believe in you!" Sun Xiao stepped forward and hugged Zhuo Guang. The others were all girls, so he chose the only male.

"Your injury is not healed yet, you should go back and rest more." Song Shiyin said worriedly when he saw that Su Wenhong's face was not good, pale and fragile.

"I'm fine, I want to see you win with my own eyes." Su Wenhong smiled weakly, and Tan Leshan supported him on the side.

"Luo Taiqing, let us vent our anger first, and when you recover, you can crush him to ashes yourself!" Du Yunxi patted Su Wenhong's arm gently and assured him.

"Thank you very much."

The elder invited the remaining ten people to come on stage, and the fourth round of competition was about to begin.

"First of all, we congratulate everyone on the stage. You are the top ten in this sect competition and have the qualifications to enter the inner sect."

"But this is not the end. You still cannot relax for a moment. Your ranking when you enter the inner gate represents the amount of monthly training resources you will receive in the future."

"I think you all understand how important resources are, so I won't go into details. Moreover, the top three in this competition will also have three additional prizes. They are just there, waiting for you to get them."

As the elder spoke, Song Shiyin looked around at the five unfamiliar monks.

Not just her, everyone is observing the others around them, trying to recall their performance in previous rounds of competition in just a few breaths, so as to analyze the advantages and disadvantages between themselves and the other party.

"It seems that everyone can't wait, let's start the mutual selection between the two sides!" The elder felt the tense atmosphere on the stage and immediately announced the start of the competition.

The elder randomly named a disciple, and it happened to be Song Shiyin. He nodded to Song Shiyin, indicating that Song Shiyin would be the first to choose.

Song Shiyin's eyes swept over everyone one by one. After several rounds, they finally landed on Luo Taiqing. She slightly raised her lips and said, "I choose him."

Luo Taiqing and Song Shiyin looked at each other and smiled with unknown meaning. Their eyes were dark and they stared straight at Song Shiyin.

"Do you agree?" the elder asked.

"Of course." Luo Taiqing patted his clothes gently, raised his head high, and looked at Song Shiyin with a leering look.

"Then let's begin. The rule this time is not to win by knocking the opponent off the ring. After one party falls to the ground, if he fails to get up within ten breaths, he will be the loser, and vice versa."

Song Shiyin and Luo Taiqing both nodded, indicating that they understood. The elder led several other monks down the ring and gave up the venue to the two of them.

Song Shiyin's aura suddenly rose, her spiritual energy surged crazily, her silken hair and robe moved without any wind, and she stood quietly in front of Luo Taiqing.

"Looking at you, you've come to seek revenge from me." Luo Taiqing casually stood opposite Song Shiyin with a disdainful smile.

"It's not about seeking revenge, it's just about settling scores." Song Shiyin said coldly. She didn't want to talk to Luo Taiqing anymore, so she took action first.

Song Shiyin's Dantian was slightly hot, and spiritual power was poured into her whole body. She then summoned the spirit-devouring vine and held it in her hand. She flicked it lightly, and the vine body hit the ring.

Make a huge noise.

Luo Taiqing was startled by this. He trembled, thinking that Song Shiyin did this on purpose. His face instantly darkened and his mouth tightened.

"It's really rude to start a fight without saying hello!"

The strong wind was blowing everywhere, as if to indicate Luo Taiqing's mood at this time, his clothes and hair were all flying, messy and flying in the wind.

Song Shiyin shouted: "Sleepy!"

Four spirit-devouring vines burst out of the ground and attacked Luo Taiqing. His pupils shrank, but he didn't expect that Song Shiyin's attack would be so menacing.

Luo Taiqing retreated hurriedly and dodged to avoid the attack, but Song Shiyin did not intend to give him this opportunity and controlled the spirit-eating vines to block all the roads in front, back and left of him.

"You're too impatient!" he roared angrily.

"There's no need to be sympathetic when dealing with you!" Song Shiyin said coldly.

Luo Taiqing had no way to avoid it, so he gathered strong wind under his feet and planned to let his body rise into the air to escape the soul-devouring vine.

Song Shiyin curled his lips and smiled, seeing through his plan at a glance. As soon as he said it, the spirit-eating vine suddenly grew, and the vine body rose several meters high.

In an instant, Luo Taiqing's body was tightly tied up. As soon as his feet left the ground, he was violently pulled down and fell onto the ring.

Song Shiyin held one end of the Soul-eating Vine in her hand, and wrapped the other end around Luo Taiqing's body. She swung it far away, and then slammed it to the ground.

Luo Taiqing's body hit the ground with a banging sound. Stars appeared in his eyes when he was hit, and he wailed in pain.

After several rounds, his body was already bruised, and it was obvious that several bones had been misplaced.

But Song Shiyin still didn't stop. Luo Taiqing was not merciful to the other members of the team. Thinking about the humiliation Tan Leshan and Su Wenhong suffered at his hands, Song Shiyin felt that he was not cruel enough.

Luo Taiqing was hit to the ground again. Song Shiyin slowly walked up to him, squatted down and asked him: "Why don't you just beg me for mercy? I will let you go."

Luo Taiqing sneered: "Do you believe this?"

"So you also know that this sentence is not credible." Song Shiyin said leisurely, squinting his eyes slightly.

Luo Taiqing withdrew his gaze and closed his eyes. He did not want to look at Song Shiyin anymore and did not say another word.

Song Shiyin once again clenched the spirit-devouring vine in his hand and threw it out.

I don't know how much time passed, but there was no sound from Luo Taiqing anymore, and Song Shiyin threw him on the ring.

His body rolled a few times and stopped at the edge of the ring.

Luo Taiqing's breath was weak, his eyes could no longer be opened, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth and dripped on the ground.

Song Shiyin said loudly: "I will take ten breaths. If you cannot get up within ten breaths, I will win this game."

Luo Taiqing could no longer answer her. He couldn't even move his fingers, let alone speak.

Song Shiyin just stood there and waited quietly for ten breaths. After ten breaths, she turned around and looked at the elders in the audience.

The elder nodded to her, signaling her victory.

The remaining disciples returned to the stage one after another. Song Shiyin and the team looked at each other, their eyes full of admiration.

Bian Tingyu even secretly turned around and gestured at Song Shiyin: That's amazing!

This was the only game that Song Shiyin won. She could only lose the remaining four games, but she couldn't lose too obviously, otherwise the experienced elders would definitely see it.

She is one step closer to her goal of ranking tenth.

The elder once again asked someone to choose from each other. Just like the first time, he still picked someone at random.

The man was a short and fat male cultivator. His eyes moved among several people, and finally landed on Song Shiyin, who had just finished the competition.

Everyone present understood his plan. Song Shiyin had just participated in the competition and must have suffered some losses. Compared with him in his heyday, his chances of winning were not good.

Bian Tingyu stared at her eyes and opened her mouth to make a sound. Fortunately, Du Yunxi beside her held her hand in time and pulled her back.

Song Shiyin shook his head slightly towards Bian Tingyu, indicating that he had a plan here.

"Do you agree?"

"agree."

In this way, the second game of the fourth round was still with Song Shiyin, but his opponent was changed from Luo Taiqing to a short and fat male cultivator.

According to the plan, Song Shiyin needed to lose this round, and the choice of the short, fat male cultivator gave her the chance.

As soon as she took the stage, Song Shiyin pretended that she was exhausted. Her chest heaved greatly, cold sweat broke out on her body, and her face turned pale.

Seeing her like this, the short and fat male cultivator became obviously excited, and he couldn't wait to take action against Song Shiyin.

The soil rolled under Song Shiyin's feet, and the entire arena seemed to turn into endless land in an instant.

At this time, Song Shiyin could finally breathe a sigh of relief. The short, fat male cultivator was very strong, and it was quite reasonable for him to be able to defeat her, who only had the third-level cultivation level of the Foundation Establishment Stage.

Seeing the mud rolling in, Song Shiyin retreated quickly, and with a flash of his body, he exchanged positions with the male cultivator.

The male cultivator once again made layers of hand seals, controlling the soil to continue to surge, pointing directly at Song Shiyin's feet each time.

Under such a fierce offensive, Song Shiyin could only keep changing positions. She controlled her breathing. Every time she escaped, she seemed more powerless than the last time..c

After a few times, the male cultivator could clearly see her fatigue. Song Shiyin looked at each other and saw the joy and determination in his eyes.

Song Shiyin still summoned a spirit-eating vine. Compared with the ones in the previous round, this one was not only lighter in color, but also shorter in length and thickness.

She controlled the Soul-Eating Vine to reach the male cultivator's feet. The Soul-Eating Vine suddenly jumped out and tied the male cultivator's legs tightly when he was unprepared.

The male cultivator looked down in surprise, as if he was wondering why Song Shiyin, who was clearly at the end of his strength, could still deliver this blow to him.

Song Shiyin gritted his teeth, and the spiritual power in his body surged wildly, intending to trap the male cultivator tightly.

The male cultivator broke free several times and found that the soul-eating vine was entangled more and more tightly around him, so he gave up this path and turned to attack Song Shiyin himself.

The mud surged up, and Song Shiyin, who was already weak, was even more unsteady on his feet. After staggering several times, he still could not stabilize his body and fell to the ground.

At this moment, the strength of the Soul-Eating Vine that she controlled also loosened. The male cultivator took this opportunity to break free of his feet and ducked away from the Soul-Eating Vine.

After Song Shiyin fell to the ground, the male cultivator also took advantage of the victory and pursued him. The spiritual power in his body surged, filling his whole body, consuming all his spiritual power, and controlling the soil under his feet.

The soil kept churning and shaking, and Song Shiyin's body was shaken from side to side, unable to get up again.

Her eyes were full of anxiety, but she was helpless.

Seeing this scene, a trace of joy flashed in the male cultivator's eyes. He lowered his head to find the elder under the ring, and then said: "I will take ten breaths!"

Ten breaths passed quickly, and Song Shiyin still failed to get up. The joy on the male cultivator's face was undisguised.

Song Shiyin also showed a hint of unwillingness and regret.
Chapter completed!