The way the sect master sorts his disciples is very simple, and as before, it is also carried out in the form of battles.

Because only in this way can the greatest potential in the disciple's body be stimulated, and only in this way can each pavilion master see clearly which disciple is suitable for what aspects of development.

This form of battle is much more complicated than before, because each disciple wants to show his best side in order to be valued by the pavilion master.

Of course, there are also many disciples who are more interested in some aspects, or simply the exercises he cultivates are of this kind.

So I simply recommended myself to which pavilion master I wanted to enter.

After a few matches, there were more than a dozen people in the ring of Jinfeng Pavilion who had their own places.

Although there were a few people who obviously didn't want to belong to the main sect of this pavilion, now that they had already been selected, they couldn't do anything about it.

"Next game, you and Zuo Feiyun!"

After a competition, the deacon of the Golden Wind Pavilion came to the ring and shouted at Zuo Feiyun and another monk.

It only took two days for him to easily call Zuo Feiyun's name, and he thought that Zuo Feiyun should have worked him in the past few days.

These people come to organize the competition, and of course they have to live in Shuikang City at the end, so that many people can take advantage of it.

A guy like Zuo Feiyun, who is flexible and cunning, is obviously one of these people.

The two people who were named came to the ring at the same time, and the elder in charge of running the formation waved a small flag in his hand, and suddenly laid a transparent barrier on the ring.

This layer of enchantment seemed to be arranged casually, but its toughness was enough to withstand the full force of the Earth Immortal Cultivator.

In the process of these people's competition, it is enough.

Zuo Feiyun stood with his sword in his hand, and his long sword pointed directly at the other party.

"If you want to fight with me, I'm afraid you don't have that strength yet!"

The aura coming from the other monk's body was not very strong, so Zuo Feiyun was still very confident in himself.

The monk on the opposite side didn't speak, and threw out a few small round stones with a wave of his hand, which suddenly made Zuo Feiyun jump.

There are monks in the cultivation realm who use strange moves and routines, who knows what kind of exercises he uses!

But a few pebbles did not shoot in the direction of Zuo Feiyun, but flew to the four corners of the ring.

Just when Zuo Feiyun was puzzled, he

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There was a sudden change in front of my eyes.

Zuo Feiyun only felt that he was caught in a fog, and even his outstretched hands looked blurred.

Formation!

When he encountered this situation, Zuo Feiyun suddenly woke up in his heart, and at the same time, he also blamed himself for being too careless.

However, after all, Zuo Feiyun was also a monk who had experienced countless dangers, and he was about to stand in front of him with his long sword.

The sword stared cautiously in front of him.

The crowd outside the mist suddenly let out a burst of exclamation.

Comparatively speaking, there are few people who practice formations, and no one has ever used formations in the past few days.

Even the young monk in the ring now did not show his attainments in formation when he faced his opponent last time.

At the same time, as soon as the aura of the formation appeared, the elder who was in charge of the formation out of thin air suddenly opened his eyes.

Compared with them first, Zuo Feiyun, who was trapped by the fog at this time, also moved.

I saw that his long sword suddenly stabbed forward with an incomparable sharp sword, and the sword light had faintly pierced out of the scope of the mist.

At this time, the young monk who had arranged the formation suddenly turned to the back of the mist in a flash.

Then I saw him take out a rubber band-like thing from his waist and put it on his hand, and then flicked his fingers lightly.

Airplanes.

The onlookers couldn't hear anything because of the formation, but Zuo Feiyun, who was inside, could hear it very clearly.

And the sound seems to have a disturbing effect.

After Zuo Feiyun heard this, he only felt a dizziness in his head, and his center of gravity was unstable and he almost fell into the ring.

"What is this?"

Zuo Feiyun was suddenly frightened, and then immediately guarded his mind and stopped attacking.

This kind of attack routine will be the first time he has encountered it, so he has to be careful.

The old man in charge of maintaining the formation nodded secretly, and a rare look of joy appeared on his face.

After waiting for a long time and not seeing any more movements from Zuo Feiyun, the young monk changed direction again and shook the rubber band in his hand a few times.

The humming sound constantly disturbed Zuo Feiyun's mind, making it impossible for him to concentrate on feeling the young monk's position at all.

Just when he didn't get too anxious, he only felt a chill behind his back, and then he was slapped out with a palm.

As his body was flapped away, the fog around him gradually dissipated

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After Zuo Feiyun got up, he realized that he felt like he had rushed far away just now, but in fact, his body was still standing still.

The young monk was standing in the corner of the ring looking at him with a smile on his face, and the onlookers in the audience were also amused by his actions.

"Your Excellency, do it all over again!"

Facing the ridicule of everyone in the audience, Zuo Feiyun felt that he had been embarrassed and threw himself at his grandmother's house, and immediately raised his long sword with a fierce face, wanting to attack the young monk again.

With his character, if he hadn't beheaded the young monk by the sword today, he might not even be able to sleep.

"Alright, I'm going to do this!"

At this time, the old man in charge of the formation waved his hand to withdraw the formation, and at the same time shot to block Zuo Feiyun's sword light.

Then he reached out and lifted the young monk to his side.

Zuo Feiyun was stunned for a moment, and he couldn't help but feel hatred for the young monk in his heart.

Isn't it just the way of the formation method, what's the big deal, it's hard to say who wins and who loses in the real battle!

Moreover, the elder in charge of the formation directly stopped his sword light, which was tantamount to slapping him in the middle.

Zuo Feiyun felt that his own face had fallen to the ground.

"Come to our Spirit Sword Pavilion, this place is more in line with your cultivation direction!"

One of the pavilion masters of the Golden Wind Pavilion stood up and pointed at Zuo Feiyun and said.

Zuo Feiyun was a sword cultivator, and the Spirit Sword Pavilion was just right for him, so he immediately stopped hesitating, and hurriedly came to the back of the Spirit Sword Pavilion Pavilion Master and stood up.

However, his gaze still looked at the young monk behind the formation elder from time to time, thinking that this monk had already been remembered by him.

After their battle, Krees was once again named by the deacon one step ahead of Su Yi.

This time, the deacon seemed to have put some thought into it, because the opponent he had chosen for Krees was also a tall, muscular middle-aged monk.

It looks like he's a fighter who is good at power.

"Please ask the elders to reinforce the ring!"

After the two of them came to the ring, the deacon turned around and bowed to the formation elder in mid-air and said.

Krees had left a deep impression on him before, so it was better to prepare in advance.

If the buildings or environment on the square are damaged, it will be more difficult for them to blame the city lord of Shuikang City.

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