There were twelve other people walking up at the same time, both men and women, all boys and girls between the ages of fifteen and eighteen. Among them were two familiar faces that Qing Ling knew, sixteen-year-old Ling Bing
Xi and thirteen-year-old Yuan Fengchi, the son of the first and second sect leaders in the world of cultivation. Qing Ling knew the other people, but he guessed they should be disciples of the top ten sects in the world of cultivation.
The Youth Talent Cultivation Conference held once every ten years is not prepared for those small sects, so most of those who can stand up at this time are people from the top ten sects. Qing Ling and her sister Qingying are special cases. They are disciples of a second-rate sect.
There were actually two people in the top fourteen. As soon as this situation appeared, there was an explosion at the leader's table.
Except for Lingqin from the Linghua Sect, the other nine heads of the ten sects were all observing the two sisters from Qingyu Mountain carefully. The other second-rate and third-rate sects launched various channels to find out the identities of the two. After a while,
The name of Qingyushan sect is familiar to all the sect leaders in the cultivation world who come to participate in the cultivation conference. Most people also know the identities of Qingling and Qingying. These two girls with both strength and beauty are actually Qingyu.
The daughter of a second-rate sect leader.
At this time, the current head of the largest sect in the world of cultivation, Ling Bingchi, stood up from his seat. After scanning the fourteen outstanding young cultivators, he began to announce, "You fourteen
They are divided into seven groups to compete with each other. Seven people win and seven are eliminated. After that, each person has to compete with the other six. A win is worth one point and a loss is zero points. The top five young cultivators are finally selected.
Give rewards at this conference."
After saying that, an elderly judge from below came out and assigned numbers to the cultivators. Another round of elimination will begin.
This time's elimination is different from the past. Those who can stand here are all elites of various sects. However, Qing Ling and Qing Ying are not vegetarians. Qing Ling's cultivation can completely sweep away her peers, and Qing Ying's cultivation is carefully refined by her sister.
With the help of the elixir, he had broken through from the middle stage of Yuanying to the late stage of Yuanying before the game. Although his foundation was not very solid, it was not difficult to occupy a place in the cultivation conference. As long as he did not encounter the attack of spiritual ice, Qing Qing
Ling was confident that his sister could persevere until the end.
The elimination of the preliminaries began. First of all, Qingying came on the stage for the first pair of sparring matches. Qinghong, who was in charge, became excited because his eldest daughter turned out to be one of the contestants in the first sparring match.
Qingying nodded firmly to her sister, and stepped onto the huge arena in the center with great courage. Walking up at the same time as her was a fifteen or sixteen year old boy, wearing a blue gown, with dazzling brilliance all over his body. You could tell at a glance that he was not
Qing Ling took a closer look at the weakling, and found out that he was a master in the early stage of Nascent Soul. However, against her sister, she absolutely believed that it was this boy who fell in the end.
The old judge announced loudly from a corner of the stage, "The first pair to compete is Qingying from Qingyu Mountain, and Han Xun from the Han Bing Sect, the tenth in the cultivation world, will end as soon as the two points are reached, and the score will be scored within half an hour.
Win or lose, otherwise it will be considered a tie and both parties will be eliminated at the same time." The competition began - with an order, Qingying faced Han Xun of the Ice Sect and took her sister Qingling out of her arms and gave it to her before the court.
The weapon is a flying sword, which can control the size and direction of the flying sword at will. For Qingying who often practices swordsmanship, it can be said to be a treasure.
The flying sword grew larger in Qingying's hand, and in the blink of an eye it was more than two feet long. It fit just right in her hand. Qingying was usually best at swordsmanship, so with the long sword in her hand, she immediately rushed over thinking of Han Xun.
, the long sword in his hand holds up the sword flowers, and the power of each flower cannot be underestimated.
Han Xun, who was on the opposite side, was not a weakling. He pushed his hands in front of him, and two huge shields appeared on his hands, which were just in front of him, covering him tightly.
'Qiang Qiang Qiang -' Qingying's sword flower fell on the shield. It did not pierce the shield, but only left some white marks on the two shields. Qingling's eyes condensed in the audience, and the shield in Han Xun's hand turned out to be
Although the spiritual weapon is only a low-grade spiritual weapon, its power is not comparable to the mid-grade treasure in my sister's hands. My medicine refining level has improved a lot in recent years, but I haven't practiced the weapon refining technique very much, so I can't refine the mid-grade weapon.
Treasure weapons are already her limit now. It seems that she will have to learn how to refine weapons when she has time in the future.
Of course, there is no chance of winning when a treasure weapon meets a spiritual weapon, but with different cultivation levels, Qingying still has a huge advantage. In the Yuanying stage, it is twice as powerful just by one level, not to mention that Qingying is a cultivator in the late Yuanying stage.
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She took back the flying sword in her hand and took a few steps back, "Hurry--" She shouted with concentration, and the momentum exuded from her whole body increased several times. This was when she became serious. The spiritual power released by Yuanying was given to her whole body, and her right hand
Holding the sword, he put the two fingers of his left hand together and made a stroke in the air on the sword peak. Suddenly, the originally white long sword faintly glowed with light blue and light green. That was the power of Qingying. After the flying sword was blessed with her wind and water attributes,
The power of general is huge.
'Go -' The flying sword in Qingying's hand came out, flew up in the air and stabbed at Han Xun's shield. With a 'clang - bang -' sound, the two shields in front of him shattered and glowed with cold light.