Although I was surprised, I was actually prepared. I didn't expect that I would be arranged to play in the first game, and my opponent was Mu Xiyou again.

I only met for half a day, but I was the most familiar person in the valley.

Suddenly, the two people who had first met were about to fight, and the person involved was confused.

Bian Yao curled his lips to the old teacher, turned his head to look at the opponent beside him, but unexpectedly found that the guy was smiling and was going to the field first, as if he didn't care, and even looked very happy.

"Forget it! It's not a life-and-death battle, it's just a daily battle training. From now on, I'll experience this every day. I'll be randomly matched among a hundred people and will fight sooner or later. This kind of thing is inevitable." Bian Yao thought in his mind, and calmed down his slightly entangled mood, so he simply took a big step towards the center of the venue.

In front of everyone, the black-haired foreign boy first appeared, and the two sides were in opposition, ten feet apart.

"This is a kind of practical practice. You must fight with all your might. Don't slack off. Remember it! I will not hold back, be careful!" Mu Xiyou said, smiling at him.

Hearing these words, Bian Yao just said "hmm" and did not make any other statement.

At about the same time, the other seven battlefields in the valley were on the field, and two of them were even handed over one step earlier.

In the entire West Valley, there will be combat practices at the same time. Each of them will be a teacher responsible for guarding, both as a referee and prevent accidents. In addition, there are three girls responsible for healing waiting by.

In fact, just after Bian Yao was selected to play, outside the other seven battlefields, the Wooden Clan children who meditated Hou Zhan did not pay attention to the battle situation of their field, but instead projected their eyes far away to the scene where Bian Yao was. They wanted to know what was surprising about this foreign boy, and what was the reason for being sent to the valley for exception?

As for the head of the matter, Mu Qiyuan and the female teacher Mu Lingxiang, these two idle people stood quietly not far away, both staring at the battlefield where Bian Yao was located, with a hint of inexplicable hope in their eyes.

The teachers in the valley, although their brothers are all masters of the Dream King realm and have lived a long life, their curiosity remains unabated. Although they know that what the Great Manager said will not be vain, they still want to see the excellence of the young man with their own eyes!

Feeling that all the eyes outside the field were gathered on him, Bian Yao swallowed his throat and looked at Mu Xiyou with a calm expression, a brief blank appeared in his mind.

"Let's start!" The old teacher stood outside the court with his hands behind his back and suddenly spoke.

Three characters fall, Mu Xiyou suddenly raised his finger and threw it forward!

In an instant, five slender wooden needles flashed out of thin air and flew towards the opposite side.

Bian Yao did not dodge, and suddenly raised his hand and waved it. He saw a big stone blocking his body across the sky, blocking the five wooden needles in time.

Outside the field, the Wooden Clan children from far and near couldn't help but whisper in surprise when they saw this.

"What's going on with him? Do you know how to fight?"

"How can you waste your spiritual power so much! A fool can't do it!"

The battle between dream cultivators, especially those at the level below the Dream King, if you want to hurt the opponent or win, you must mainly fight close to each other! If you are two people with similar strength, the key element of decisive victory is spiritual power, so during the battle, you must calculate every move and move, and you cannot waste it!

For example, an ordinary early dream maniac will only consume his physical energy when running at a speed of four zhang per breath. If he encounters battle or escapes his life, he will often increase his speed to the limit of five zhang per breath. In this case, what he consumes is not only physical energy, but also spiritual power to support him!

Mu Xiyou's face turned red. He could hardly use the "Dream Phantom" technique, and his body's movement speed began to slow down, which was obviously due to lack of spiritual power. Even though the wooden needle and wooden spear only consumed very little spiritual power, it was inevitably exhausted after using it more frequently.

As for Bian Yao, it seemed much easier. Although his spiritual power was several times that of Mu Xiyou, there was no sign of lack of spiritual power! The opponent's speed slowed down, but his speed did not change. He still dodged and moved quickly and waved his arms from time to time to release illusory attacks.

Originally, the two of them had the same level of realm and their strengths were similar, and they were almost the same in speed and body skills. Now one side slowed down because of the lack of spiritual power, while the other side's speed remained unchanged. As one rose and the other side's speed grew, the difference and meaning were naturally revealed.

Seeing Mu Xiyou's changes, Bian Yao's face was still calm, but a smile couldn't help but overflow with the corner of his mouth.

The next moment, he suddenly raised his finger and used another Xu Meng Phantom. Three sharp swords appeared one after another, turning into three flying shadows, and flew towards Mu Xiyou.

Immediately afterwards, Bian Yao suddenly accelerated, jumped forward, and rushed towards Mu Xiyou at a very fast speed.

At this moment, Mu Xiyou felt very shocked. He was secretly happy in his heart. He planned to wait until Bian Yao's spiritual power was exhausted, and he suddenly approached and used his speed advantage to decide the outcome. Unexpectedly, he made the wrong plan!

Although Mu Xiyou had the energy, his speed could no longer keep up with Bian Yao. He suddenly saw the sharp sword flying, and he dodged without hesitation.

However, the figure in front of him suddenly burst into pieces, Bian Yao had already attacked near, jumped up slantedly, his figure was as fast as a storm, and he flew up and kicked him in the chest!

There was a "bang!" sound.

Mu Xiyou couldn't dodge, his feet instantly left the ground, his body flew back more than two feet away, and fell to the ground.

Bian Yao jumped up to him, and before he could get up, a virtual palm had already reached his face.

"Okay, stop!" The old teacher said a very timely sentence, which was announcing the winner of the battle.

Not far away, the head of the official Mu Qiyuan suddenly laughed and said, "This kind of tactic is not bad, it's too time-consuming. His spiritual power is indeed far beyond ordinary people!"

Next to you, the female teacher Mu Lingxiang didn't speak, but the corners of your bent mouth clearly expressed the approval in your heart.

In daily combat practice, the children of the Wood Clan often fight to the death, and they will only decide the outcome after being injured. Although the battle between Meng Kuang is quite intense, after watching too much, you will not feel anything, especially for masters in the Dream King realm.

In the entire Xigu, except for the fourteen people fighting on the field, there were also seven teachers who were responsible for guarding and paying attention to the situation in the field. The other people's eyes fell on Bian Yao in unison.

Many Wooden clans were dumbfounded. No one expected that this foreign boy's spiritual power would be so abundant! If we follow this tactic, Bian Yao would almost be invincible among the same level! This tactic seems to be cheating, but in fact it is not!

"So you entered the valley by this!" Outside one of the venues, the boy in long-dressed clothes named Mu Chen was looking at Bian Yao in the distance coldly and muttering to himself.

On the side, a young man with a arrogant face said after hearing his words: "That boy is really good at stealing the limelight! He attracted everyone's attention as soon as he came to the valley. Master Chen, should you find a chance to make him suffer?"

"Mu Wuji, he is the one brought in by the great manager, and there are rules in the valley. If you really touch him, even if your grandfather has the identity of a clan elder, it may be difficult to ensure that you are fully prepared." Mu Chen said coldly.

"I won't do anything to him, I'll just teach him a lesson for Young Master Chen. There are still five days before the 'Xiong Zhan', so what if his spiritual power is far beyond ordinary people? I want to see how he suffers!"

In the West Valley, the battle practice continued to take place, and each battle took less than a moment. When someone was injured, the girl from Baihua Valley was treated.

The daily afternoon combat practice will last for two and a half hours, and each person will have at least one chance to play. The stronger the person, the more chances you have to play.

When the first round of battle is over, those with severe injuries will continue to heal or recuperate on the court. The minor injured person can recover completely after a short period of treatment, and then continue to the next round of battle. This is the daily practice method of the children of the Wood Clan in the valley.

Mu Xiyou grinned and lay flat on the grass outside the field. A pretty girl stood beside her, pressing her one palm lightly on his chest, where she was kicked by Bian Yao.

Bian Yao sat cross-legged on the side, watching the battle on the field seriously.

More than an hour later, Bian Yao was called on the court by the old teacher again, and his opponent changed his opponent, but he used the same tactic to knock the resentful opponent to the ground.

It was not until the sky turned dark and the afternoon battle practice ended. Everyone left the West Valley one after another and returned to the East Valley where they lived.

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