"How is that possible?" Li Yunxiang was so shocked that he almost slapped the table and stood up, but the leader was right next to him and he didn't want to lose his composure, so he held back.
Yu Changning, the head of Black and White Pavilion, was stunned for a long time and said in disbelief: "This Li Qianmo is so magical. I remember that he has a useless body. How can he open up the Qi Sea?"
"Yes." The head of Bi Mo Xuan frowned and nodded, "Not only that, his cultivation has now reached the eighth level of Qi Entrainment, and he easily defeated Han Jian's Xuan Kong Breaking Golden Sword with just one move.
I know this move is very difficult to deal with."
The elders nodded one after another, all their eyes focused on Li Qianmo, full of surprise and curiosity.
In the middle of the field, Han Jian turned to look at Li Qianmo. A feeling of humiliation arose in his heart, which gradually turned into anger. His face gradually turned gloomy, his facial muscles beat several times, and he suddenly let out a roar and waved the broken sword.
Cut it towards Li Qianmo.
Li Qianmo turned his wrist, and the long sword was already pointed at his throat. Han Jian suddenly stopped and stood there motionless, extremely humiliated. He wanted to step on Li Qianmo again, just like before, but
The sharp sword is at his throat now. If he dares to move forward any further, he will be killed on the spot.
He finally reached the peak of the sixth level of Qi Entrainment. He originally wanted to be among the top 16 in this competition and become an elite disciple. Unexpectedly, he lost the first game, and the opponent only used one sword, which was the most humiliating thing.
The only thing is that this person is still Li Qianmo, the trash he has always stepped on.
Thinking of this, Han Jian felt very sad in his heart, his nose felt sour, his eyes were misty, and two lines of clear tears fell down his cheeks, splashing a little dust on the ground.
Li Qianmo held a long sword against Han Jian's throat, turned to look at Elder Wen, and asked slowly: "Elder Wen, did I win?"
Elder Wen nodded and announced loudly: "Li Qianmo of Tianji Pavilion wins!"
Li Qianmo withdrew his magic sword expressionlessly and walked towards the edge of the stage. When he reached the edge, he turned around and looked at the lost Han Jian, and said coldly: "You shed tears after suffering such a setback. Don't forget these years."
I have been bullied so much by you, if I were like you, I would have been blinded by crying."
After he finished speaking, he jumped off the ring and found a stone pier to sit down. The disciples around him stayed away from each other and secretly gave him advice and comments. It could be heard from their words that they no longer called him little waste, but began to
Calling his name, it seems that Li Qianmo's performance in this competition surprised them. His reputation as a loser will probably be far away from him after today.
Elder Wen urged Han Jian out of the ring and loudly asked No. 5 and No. 6 to enter. Two disciples jumped onto the ring, one from Black and White Xuan and one from the Pill Hall. The disciple from the Pill Hall had a very high level of cultivation.
In the early stage of the seventh level of qi-entraining, the disciple of Black and White Xuan only had the fifth level of qi-entraining. The two sides bowed and exchanged names, and then the competition began.
Li Qianmo watched them compete from a distance, learning about each group's spells and moves, and secretly thinking about ways to crack them.
Suddenly, a hand appeared in front of him, with fair skin, slender fingers, and long nails, which shone brightly in the sun.
He looked up and was stunned. It was Liu Ning.
"What?" Li Qianmo frowned and asked coldly.
Liu Ning spread her hand in front of him and found a piece of paper with the words: "Eight."
"Are you in this arena too?"
Liu Ning smiled coldly: "No, I drew the number 120, but I just heard that you have made great progress in cultivation and are still stealing the show in this arena, so I changed the number with my junior sister to teach you a lesson.
You, as long as I'm here, you can't even hope to become an elite disciple."
Li Qianmo looked at her cultivation level. She was at the early stage of the ninth level of Qi Entrainment, which was a level higher than his own. No wonder she was so confident.
He snorted heavily and said coldly: "There is a way to heaven if you don't take it, but there is no door to hell and you break in!"
"Your tone is not bad." Liu Ning gently folded her sleeves and sneered, "I hope your skills are half as good as your talk." After she finished speaking, she bent down in front of Li Qianmo and said three words with a smile.
: "Little trash!"
Li Qianmo narrowed his eyes, a cold light burst out in his eyes, and his aura rose sharply, but was immediately suppressed by him.
Liu Ning smiled proudly, raised her head, turned around, and walked towards a group of female disciples.
Soon after, the two people on the stage decided the winner. Elder Wen announced the result and started the next game, No. 7 and No. 8.
Liu Ning was now number eight. She kicked off the ground and her body flew up into the sky. Her fiery red clothes were blowing in the wind. She stunned the audience and won a round of applause. Many male disciples saw her beautiful appearance and turned to the stage.
A whistle blew.
Liu Ning enjoyed the feeling of being noticed. She smiled and bowed to the audience before turning to look at her opponent.
Her opponent was a handsome man, wearing a black gown, who was at the early stage of the eighth level of Qi Entrainment. Both parties saluted and announced their names.
"Wuyin Palace Liu Ning."
"Alchemy Hall Liu Tianyuan."
Liu Ning said with a smile: "It turns out to be Senior Brother Liu. I have heard of your name a long time ago. Junior Sister, I have always wanted to ask you for advice but never had the chance. I didn't expect that I finally met you today."
Liu Tianyuan said calmly: "I don't dare to be a famous person. Now that we have met, let's have a good competition and don't let the teachers down."
Above the stands, Yuxuan stroked his beard and turned his head, looked at Sun Boqing, and said with a smile: "Senior Brother, looking at it now, I still think that the disciples of your Alchemy Hall are the most decent."
Sun Boqing smiled and said lightly: "The Valley Master is so complimentary."
Xiao Qingluan said dissatisfied: "Why did our Liu Ning make the Valley Master uncomfortable?"
Fang Yuxuan laughed, waved his hand and said, "No, junior sister, please don't make random guesses, this is just my feeling."
Xiao Qingluan was still confused and suddenly said: "Senior Brother, I heard that Liu Tianyuan is the most talented and powerful among the disciples of your Pill Hall. What do you think he has the chance of winning when he meets Liu Ning?"
Uncle Sun smiled lightly and said: "Liu Tianyuan's talent in alchemy is pretty good, but when it comes to Taoism, he is far behind compared to Pei Yuan and Pei Miao."
Xiao Qingluan shut up after hearing this. On the surface, Sun Boqing's words were saying that Liu Tianyuan was useless, but the underlying meaning was to remind her: If these disciples are useless, there will still be Pei Yuan and Pei in the Pill Hall.
Miao's two genius disciples.
Pei Yuan and Pei Miao were extremely talented. They had only practiced Taoism for more than a hundred years and had become a powerful Taoist respected by thousands of people. They were on an equal footing with the elders in the valley. Looking at the entire Xiaoyao Valley, no one could match him.
Although Xiao Qingluan remained silent, he was not convinced in his heart, and secretly said: "What about Pei Yuan and Pei Miao? I also have Yu Ziqing and Peacock. They are also top geniuses. Zi Qing has already achieved the Great Perfection.
, it is possible to step into the realm of Hedao at any time, Peacock’s time to practice Taoism is still short, as long as she is given more time, she will be no worse than Pei Yuan in the future.”
They were talking here, and the competition on the field had already begun. The magic weapon Liu Tianyuan used was a high-grade magical sword. It was red all over. Every time he swung it, it was scorching with heat, and there was a faint fire. It was intimidating.
people.
The magic weapon Liu Ning used was a fiery red silk ribbon, about one foot long and three feet wide, which was both strong and soft.
With Hong Ling's help, she had the upper hand as soon as she came up.
After seeing it, Yu Changning was surprised and said: "Junior Sister Xiao, you actually passed the Fire Silkworm Red Silk to her. This is a spiritual weapon. How can she use it?"
Xiao Qingluan heard the words and said proudly: "The fire silkworm red damask is made of fire silk. It is a flame magic weapon and is naturally capable of restraining fire spells. This child Liu Ning has the best fire spiritual root. Although it takes a lot of time to refining it,
It took a while, but it finally worked.”
Yu Changning sighed and smiled dryly: "Liu Ning is extremely talented and has a high level of cultivation. Now with the help of this fire silkworm and red silk, it seems that there is no suspense about the top spot in this martial arts competition."
Xiao Qingluan was secretly happy when he heard this, with a proud look on his face, and suddenly heard a voice: "That's not necessarily the case."