"Senior sister, the other party is only in the late stage of the sixth layer of foundation building, you can play normally!"

When the fifth competition began, Mu Jingrong said in Shen Xinhan's ear, Shen Xinhan bowed slightly, then turned his head and smiled at Qiao Yun, and then flew into the ring.

Shen Xinhan's opponent was a middle-aged man in the late stage of the sixth layer of the foundation, and after dozens of rounds, he was trapped by Shen Xinhan with a silver ring, and he had to admit defeat.

When he saw Shen Xinhan win the game, the middle-aged scribe in the middle of Guanwutai smiled indifferently, but there was indescribable love in his eyes when he looked at Shen Xinhan.

Qiao Yun inadvertently saw this scene, his heart moved slightly, and then he seemed to see the shadow of a middle-aged scribe from Shen Xinhan's eyebrows.

Could it be that he is Shen Xinhan's father? As soon as this idea came out, Qiao Yun already had some certainty in his heart, so it was completely understandable that the middle-aged scribe was partial to him.

"Congratulations. Seeing Shen Xinhan coming back, Qiao Yun temporarily put down his thoughts.

After winning the first competition, Shen Xinhan was also very happy, "Thank you." Brother Qiao will definitely be fine for a while. ”

Qiao Yun smiled slightly, although he had confidence in himself, he would not take it lightly.

The competitions were carried out one after another, and soon Qiao Yun came on the field, and the big man who was in the late stage of the sixth layer of the foundation was the first to jump into the ring, holding a big knife in his hand.

This big knife is more than 100 catties, but it is as light as a piece of paper in the hands of the big man, he turned the big knife horizontally, pointed at Qiao Yun and said: "Boy, it's better to admit defeat before you come to the stage, you are not my opponent!"

This scene was seen by all the monks, although most of them felt that the Biao-shaped big man's move was a bit arrogant, but when they saw that the opponent of the Biao-shaped big man was Qiao Yun, almost everyone changed their opinions, thinking that this big man was not exaggerating, because only Qiao Yun in the early stage of the sixth layer of foundation building was indeed the bottom of all the monks in the middle stage of foundation building in terms of cultivation.

"Senior Brother Qiao, come on!"

Just as Qiao Yun was about to take the stage, a crisp voice sounded under the ring, and everyone looked back in unison and found that this was from a delicate girl with a slightly freckled face in the early stage of the foundation building team.

Qiao Yun turned his head and nodded to Ren Xiang in the distance with a smile, and then stepped into the ring, and at the same time, the Cang Lonely Sword in his hand came out in response to the situation, directly taking the big man in the shape of a biao.

Seeing that Qiao Yun actually had the courage to come to the stage to fight, the big man was about to sneer a few more words, but he saw a flash of silver light, and a sharp sword qi forced over at the same time.

"You sneak attack!" The big man was startled, and hurriedly waved the big knife in his hand, trying to block the attacking silver mang.

"Noise!" Qiao Yun's voice was cold, and the next moment, the direction of the silver mang turned, and at a faster speed, like an appendage of bones, it was attached to the back of the big knife of the ushered door, and then it went downward, and the speed was so fast that it turned into a silver afterimage.

Knowing that it was not good, the big man hurriedly wanted to withdraw the door leaf broadsword, but no matter how he moved, the silver mang seemed to stick to the back of the knife, and in the blink of an eye, it had reached the position of the handle of the knife.

With a sound of "dang chang", the big knife fell to the ground, and the big man didn't have time to make any further movements, he was slammed on his chest by Qiao Yun's palm, and his huge body flew straight out and hit the light curtain on the edge of the ring, causing the light curtain to shake for a while.

After Dahan landed, the entire ring fell silent again, and no one would have thought that in a short period of time, another flip would be ushered in in the ring, and this time the speed was so fast that it was even cleaner and sharper.

The big man wanted to get up and fight Qiao Yun again, but he suddenly got up, only to feel that his eyes were black, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, obviously Qiao Yun's palm just now hurt him a lot. The big man looked at the inch-long wound on his right hand, and then looked at the big knife on the door at Qiao Yun's feet in the distance, took a deep breath, although he was extremely unwilling in his heart, he still gritted his teeth and said, "I admit defeat." ”

With the big man admitting defeat, there were more discussions up and down Xiping Peak again, but few people felt that Qiao Yun won because he was really powerful, and most of them felt that Qiao Yun won by sneak attack, which was not enough, as long as he met other monks in the next game, he would definitely lose ugly.

Qiao Yun didn't care about these discussions, in Qiao Yun's opinion, there was no such thing as sneaking or not sneaking attack, since both of them were in the ring, that was the beginning of the competition, and he couldn't blame others for not paying attention. Moreover, in the previous competition, there were many people who started on the field, but it was only when they succeeded in one blow that they attracted the discussion of other monks.

After Qiao Yun and the two got out of the ring, the competition continued, and soon everyone left Qiao Yun's matter behind, but the rest of the monks in the middle stage of foundation building who participated in the competition were a lot more cautious after they came on the field, obviously the previous fiasco of the big man turned into a lesson from the past.

An hour later, the first round of the mid-stage competition was over, and Mu Jingrong also won the competition easily.

Soon, Duan Yanbin began to organize the monks in the middle stage of foundation building to conduct the second round of the draw according to the winners and losers, and when Qiao Yun saw the cyan bead in his hand, he found that it was actually "one", which meant that he was the first to appear in the winning group.

Qiao Yun glanced at Shen Xinhan is "three" and Mu Jingrong was "ten", and when he was walking down the stage, he heard Duan Yanbin's voice behind him, "Yi Mu, number one." ”

Qiao Yun looked back and found that Yi Mu was also looking at him. And after the eyes of the two only intersected for a short time, Yi Mu retracted his gaze expressionlessly and walked towards the audience, seemingly indifferent to everything.

At this time, the audience was talking in a low voice, obviously many monks also knew that Yi Mu and Qiao Yun were divided into a group, they still remembered Yi Mu's magic weapon vividly, and they also remembered Qiao Yun's previous shot, and they were all happy to watch the excitement at the moment, but few people were optimistic about Qiao Yun.

After the draw, the competition officially began, and under Ren Xiang's cheering, Qiao Yun came to the stage again, and Yi Mu also came to the ring with a blank face.

After the two came to the stage, they didn't talk nonsense, and they quickly sacrificed their magic weapons and fought in one place.

Yi Mu's black gold claws were unfolded, and they were extremely agile, and the ten finger claws were mixed with incomparable evil qi, like the claws of a fierce beast from ancient times, wanting to tear everything between heaven and earth apart.

And Qiao Yun, who was shuttling in the shroud of the black gold claws, was as fast as lightning, and the Lingfeng step under his feet was in a row, frequently dodging the iron ropes that wanted to entangle him and the cold and sharp fingers.

In addition, the Silent Sword in Qiao Yun's hand, like a silver dragon, shuttled through the limited space, exuding awe-inspiring sword aura, which was even more virtual and real, hiding a killing intention.

Not only that, Yi Mu and Qiao Yun sometimes urged spells during the fight, causing the boulder to collide with the wind frequently, erupting into majestic mana fluctuations, sweeping around, impacting the protective arrays around the ring violently, and the yellow light flickered continuously.

The disciples of Zhuji who originally had the mentality of watching the excitement under the ring were all wide-eyed at this time, and even many monks in the late stage of Zhuji were shocked by Yi Mu and Qiao Yun's moves, and even gave birth to the illusion that they were not even opponents.

As for the countless Qi cultivation period disciples under Xiping Peak, they were even more silent, all watching the competition between the two of them, for fear of missing any moment.

And at this moment, Yan Tian, who was sitting in the middle of the top layer of the Guanwu platform, sat up straight for the first time, carefully watched the battle in the center of the ring, his eyes flashed with essence, and he muttered to himself: "Xuanzhen swordsmanship......?

"Boom!"

The Silent Sword collided with a black gold void claw, and the black gold void claw was violently bounced away, but Qiao Yun also faintly felt a pain in the tiger's mouth, and his whole body took advantage of this moment to jump out of the encirclement of the two black gold void claws.

Subsequently, the Silent Sword was lifted into the air by Qiao Yunyi, and the silver light shot out in mid-air, and in the blink of an eye, more than a dozen silver transparent sword qi that was no different from the Silent Sword appeared, these transparent sword qi were like substance, turning into silver rays and breaking through the air, setting off a monstrous sword qi in a burst of sword roars, and even faintly turning into a sword array, heading straight for Yi Mu.

Yi Mu saw these rushing sword qi, his eyes gradually brightened, a large amount of true qi frantically poured out of his hands, rolling the iron chain, and a pair of black gold void claws turned wildly in front of Yi Mu, impermeable, like a huge black whirlpool, exuding an earth-shattering aura.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom, boom!"

One after another sword qi collided in the black whirlpool formed by the black whirlpool formed by the black claw, and collapsed into dots of silver rays, disappearing, and Yi Mu behind the black whirlpool frowned, just when he felt that something was wrong, those scattered silver rays, after passing through the black whirlpool, converged into a silver giant sword again, with monstrous sword intent, rushed towards Yi Mu.

"Boom!"

In just one zhang of distance, it was overtaken by the silver giant sword in an instant, but it did not hit Yi Mu, but was blocked by a bell-shaped defensive magic weapon that Yi Mu hastily sacrificed.

Although the silver giant sword was blocked, the bell-shaped defensive magic weapon cracked inch by inch, and Yi Mu took more than a dozen steps back one after another before he could stand firm, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Qiao Yun didn't expect Yi Mu to be able to sacrifice a defensive magic weapon in a hurry to block his inevitable blow, although he had a slight regret in his heart, but Qiao Yun didn't have time to think about it at this time, he jumped into the air, held the Silent Sword in mid-air, and then his whole body turned in mid-air, and the sword was on the person, and the human sword was one, and he swooped towards Yi Mu who had just stood still.

Yi Mu knew that Qiao Yun must have a back hand, and at this moment, the iron chain in his hand shook, and a pair of black gold claws rose into the sky, rushing towards Qiao Yun in mid-air with an unprecedented evil aura, as if he wanted to distinguish himself from Qiao Yun in this blow.

It's just that at the moment when the Ugin Void Claw and the Silent Sword were about to collide, a thick fog suddenly rose on the entire ring, and this thick fog was silent, filling the entire large array in the blink of an eye.