Qi Fan returned to the attic and lay down directly on the bed. Excessive use of spiritual consciousness gave him a splitting headache.
He really didn't expect that Fengjuan Canyun, who thought he was invincible, would actually encounter Wang Hua, who had practiced Yuan Shui Jue. If his spiritual consciousness hadn't been a little tougher than ordinary people, it would have been hard to say whether he would win or lose.
The pain in his mind slowly dissipated over time, and Qi Fan slowly fell asleep.
When he woke up the next day, Qi Fan immediately checked his spiritual consciousness and breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the foundation was not damaged, otherwise the competition would have been a loss to his grandma's family.
After packing up a little and preparing to go to Qingyun Peak to participate in the top ten qualifying competition, Qi Fan felt completely relaxed today.
For him, his goal was achieved if he entered the top ten. As for the top three, he never thought about it. The first reason was because his level was still a little behind.
After all, there are two qi-training Dzogchen beings, like two mountains, pressing down on everyone's heads.
The second is that I cannot use all of my methods, including the Five Elements Jue and the spells attached to the Five Elements Jue, and my strength has also been reduced a lot.
Those who entered the top ten yesterday were Tian Qiong, Miao Lan, Liu Miaoyin, Wu Xiong, Mo Tianyi, Mo Kuang, Sang Yu, Qi Fan, Zhang Lu and Feng Meng.
Except for Tian Qiong and Miao Lan, who are both practicing Qi Da Yuan, the remaining eight people are all at the eleventh level of Qi training, and can be said to be the most outstanding figures among the outer disciples.
Qi Fan looked at Wu Xiong and Zhang Lu fighting in the ring, with expressions of admiration on his face from time to time, completely unlike the cautious faces of the other people.
In the ring, Zhang Lu used the Thousand Silk Jue skill superbly, and restrained Wu Xiong's Rangniu Kung Fu.
Qi Fan nodded. He had also seen the Thousand Silk Art. It requires extremely sophisticated control over spiritual energy. This Lu's spiritual energy control is worth learning.
Wu Xiong was a bit unlucky. If he met others, he might still be able to fight. But when he met Zhang Lu, it was extremely uncomfortable to use softness to overcome strength. There was no way to use his true strength.
The result was just as he expected, or what most people saw. Wu Xiong finally couldn't stand the frustration and gave up.
Zhang Lu also got off the ring extremely tired and started adjusting her breathing without saying a word. It was obvious that although he won this battle, it was not easy for him.
However, Qi Fan thought about it for a moment. If it were a life and death fight outside, Qi Fan thought the final winner would be Wu Xiong, because Wu Xiong's physical strength was obviously better than Zhang Lu's.
When the spiritual energy of both parties is similar, physical strength sometimes becomes the factor that determines victory or defeat or life and death.
Just as Qi Fan was thinking this, a man walked up to him and said, "Brother Qi, yesterday's battle opened my eyes."
‘Feng Meng? I don’t seem to have any friendship with him, right? What’s he doing here?’ I thought to myself,
But he smiled and said: "Brother Feng is joking, my little tricks are nothing. Brother Feng's Fire Kung Fu makes me feel inferior."
After saying that, he looked at Feng Meng with a smile. He wanted to see what this kid was looking for.
Feng Meng felt helpless, why didn't this guy play his cards according to the routine? You ask, what do I say if you don't ask? There was a forced smile on his face.
The atmosphere between the two seemed a little strange for a while. Neither of them spoke first. One was waiting for the other to ask, and the other was waiting for the other to take the initiative.
In addition, both of them had smiles that looked fake on their faces, and a huge embarrassment was floating in the sky.
However, in the eyes of outsiders, this scene is more like two masters passing through the arena yesterday and feeling sympathetic to each other.
Those fiery eyes and gentle smile made some very nervous people stop paying attention to the competition in the ring.
Among the many spectators, a fat man didn't forget to bring his own snacks. He looked like he was watching a play in the ordinary world. At this time, he happened to say two words "Okay", and everyone's eyes suddenly focused on the fat man.
On the body.
Even the elders who were the referees couldn't help but darken their faces, but it was hard to say anything. They just said good things, so how could they still criticize them?
The two people on the ring gave Fatty a murderous look. Yuan Peng was glanced at by the two people, and he immediately put away the snacks, moved to another place, and continued eating.
Qi Fan and Feng Meng looked at each other passionately and finally separated. They turned around and looked, Huo, who else could it be? Isn't this a round basin? Well, Yuan Peng!
‘Who am I to be so arrogant? It’s no wonder it’s this guy.’ Qi Fan smiled in his heart.
But this round basin can be considered a good thing. Looking at a grown man like this all the time is really not an easy thing, and my eyelids are a little sore.
With this interruption, the awkward atmosphere between the two was broken.
Feng Meng coughed and knew that Qi Fan would not be able to speak first, so he could only lean over and whisper: "Brother Qi, after the competition is over, are you interested in going out for a walk?"
Qi Fan was surprised. After thinking about it carefully, he realized that the two of them really had no friendship.
In Qi Fan's surprised eyes, Feng Meng continued: "That's it, Brother Qi, I found the Hundred-Yuan Fruit in a place, there are about three or four of them. I wonder if Brother Qi is interested?"
Qi Fan looked him up and down, this guy would be so kind to invite him? Although the Hundred Yuan Fruit is not a particularly rare thing.
But it is the main material of Yuan Ning Dan. One Hundred Yuan Fruit can probably refine about five Yuan Ning Dan. If you have three or four, you can harvest at least a dozen Yuan Ning Dan.
"I'm interested, but why is Brother Feng looking for me? Aren't Senior Brother Tian and Senior Brother Miao more confident?" Qi Fan glanced at Tian Qiong on the ring and said.
Just when Feng Meng was about to explain, Mo Tianyi was defeated by Tian Qiong, and the next contestants were Qi Fan and Liu Miaoyin.
Feng Meng could only say: "Brother Qi, if you are interested, I will go to you to discuss it in detail after the meeting."
Qi Fan nodded and agreed, but he just had a headache looking at Liu Miaoyin who looked like a fairy on the stage.
The opponent he least expected to encounter had finally been met, and a familiar voice came from below: "Brother Fan, come on, bring the fairy back to be the wife of Yazhai."
When Qi Fan heard this, his heart skipped a beat, and then he felt a chill coming over him, and looked at Liu Miaoyin with a frosty look on her face.
I was speechless in my heart. Sister, it was the fat guy who said it, not me. Why are you angry at me?
Of course, Qi Fan did not dare to say these words, because he was afraid that Liu Miaoyin would go violently, but in his heart, Qi Fan had already whipped Yuan Peng to death eight hundred times.
He couldn't help but turn his head and give Yuan Peng a rollicking look, but Yuan Peng seemed to have misunderstood? He had a look on his face that brothers are all for you, and even made a cheering gesture.
Qi Fan twitched the corner of his mouth, why did he blindly make friends with him in the first place?
Even the elder who acted as the referee gave Qi Fan a wish-for-blessing look and said, "Let's go."
Qi Fan wiped away the resentment in his heart and took it seriously. He had never encountered Yin Xiu before. He only knew that the method was very mysterious, but his close-range skills were not strong.
Thinking of getting closer first, Liu Miaoyin also started to play the piano, and the music this time was completely different from the previous gentle and gentle music.
A pair of catkins as slender as white jade were gently swaying, and bursts of chilling sounds surrounded the ring.
Qi Fan only felt the blood boiling in his body, a fighting spirit, or killing intent rising and falling in his heart, and even the spiritual energy in his body fluctuated slightly.
He had to run the Gu Yuan Jue several times quickly to suppress the restlessness in his body. Only then did Qi Fan realize how Xu Xiao felt when facing Liu Miaoyin before, unable to advance, unable to retreat, unable to retreat.
Just when Qi Fan was sorting out the situation inside his body, the wind turned and reached its peak, and several invisible sound blades attacked Qi Fan.
The elders on the side cheered up and were ready to save Qi Fan at any time. After all, Yin Xiu's invisible attack was difficult for low-level monks to resist.
Fortunately, Qi Fan's own spiritual consciousness was powerful. Although he could not clearly 'see' the sound blade's attack, he still noticed some fluctuations and barely dodged the attack.
He tried to wave a few sword energy to interrupt Liu Miaoyin's movements, but the result made Qi Fan's face darken, and the sword energy dissipated on its own as soon as it reached Liu Mianyin.
The restlessness in his body greatly reduced the power of Qi Fan's sword energy, and the turbulence of the spiritual energy from time to time made it impossible to maintain the sword energy.
What made Qi Fan even more annoyed was that at the moment when the sword energy dissipated, Liu Miaoyin seemed to smile? Although the appearance was very brief and very hidden, Qi Fan just felt that she was smiling.
However, it seemed to be pretty good-looking. Then there was a 'pop' sound and I slapped myself. What were I thinking? It's the arena.
This slap was not heavy, it could even be said to be very light, it would be better to say that it touched myself, but everyone saw it.
The referee was stunned, the audience was stunned, Liu Mianyin was also stunned, and the music in his hand paused for a moment.
Miao Lan, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, said with disdain: "Just pretending."
But Liu Miaoyin immediately saw Qi Fan's evasive eyes, and for a moment she didn't know what she was thinking of, and her delicate face was filled with anger.
"Death to the prodigal!" Liu Miaoyin's crisp voice sounded. Qi Fan asked, "What is it? Why did I become a prodigal?"
For a time, Qi Fan's situation became even more dangerous. He felt miserable because he only knew the Qingfeng sword technique.
The Golden Sword Technique that comes with the Five Elements Jue cannot be used. Otherwise, if I just use the Golden Sword Technique, everything will be solved?
What kind of libertine have I become now? Qi Fan had to use the unearthed escape technique, and while dodging the attack, he asked through a message: "No, Fairy Liu, why did I become a libertine?"
A blush appeared on Liu Miaoyin's face, "How dare you say it? You don't know what you are thinking?"
Why were you hiding in your eyes just now? Didn't you just feel guilty? Stop talking nonsense and either admit defeat or wait for death!'
Qi Fan was speechless, what is this and what? I just blinked twice? Why did my eyes dodge?
Isn't it normal for a normal person to blink his eyes?
Miao Lan, who had previously said that Qi Fan was pretending, looked at this scene and couldn't help but clenched her hands tightly. What on earth did Qi Fan say to Miao Yin!
'Young man, your face is red now, you Qi Fan, who in the outer sect doesn't know how much I, Miao Lan, feels about Miao Yin, don't let me seize the opportunity, otherwise I will make you look good!' Miao Lan's inner anger