The field was lively, one pair of pairs, one or two monks each competed with each other, the spells roared, the sword qi continued, and in some places there were bursts of laughter.

"Senior Brother Zhang, are you coming up too?"

"Hey, it's your junior brother Wang, let's come up right away, let's have a competition, even if we make up a number, we can get that Guiyuan Pill seriously, and the elite disciples of the inner gate will let those fellow disciples in the late stage of condensation fight!"

"Haha, okay, just according to what Senior Brother Zhang said, let's just make a show!"

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Lu Yun was surprised, and then relieved, these people who laughed were obviously familiar with the same sect, they were already low-level cultivators, and they came up to compete completely with the intention of trying their luck, and they had no intention of really passing this big competition to stay until the end to become an elite disciple of the inner gate.

Except for the pair of monks at the sixth level of condensation at the beginning, none of the monks who were on the stage at this moment had more cultivation than the sixth layer of condensation, they were all heading for Elder Mu's Guiyuan Dan, but what they really wanted to compete was like Lu Yun who still stayed in place and did not play.

Lu Yun looked at the pair of sixth-layer monks of the Qi Condensation Contest in the field, the man in Tsing Yi was obviously a disciple of Dahuai Peak, which reminded him of Zhou Yufei who wanted to occupy the courtyard of his house not long ago, he actually claimed to be the first disciple of the outer sect of Dahuai Peak with the cultivation of the sixth layer of Qi Condensation?

Thinking of this, Lu Yun felt funny, turned his head slightly to look at the surrounding crowd, and looked for a moment without finding Zhou Yufei's figure.

At this moment, in the crowd, in addition to those who were familiar with each other, there were no less than a hundred monks who also stayed in place and did not participate in the competition.

Lu Yun thought about it for a while, and then he understood that these low-level cultivators in the early stage of Qi Condensation had no intention of participating in the competition, and standing here at this moment was nothing more than the intention of watching the battle, so as to learn about the combat experience, he carefully swept through these people one by one, and found that there were only more than twenty monks who stayed in place, and cultivated beyond the sixth level of Qi Condensation.

This also includes those people who Lu Yun is familiar with, seeing this, Lu Yun has no pressure in his heart, his true cultivation is clear to himself, as long as he persists until the last round and enters one of the ten places, he can successfully enter the inner gate and become an elite disciple.

Lu Yun watched with relish, and from time to time there were some monks next to him who came on to participate in the competition, and at this moment, a middle-aged man passing by Lu Yun's side suddenly stopped when he saw Lu Yun.

"Isn't this Senior Brother Lu, why do you still want to stay until the end to compete with those late-stage Qi Condensation cultivators?"

Lu Yun heard the prestige, but saw that it was a middle-aged man in a blue shirt, and a large black mole on the corner of his mouth was particularly obvious.

This person's name is Sun Zhiwen, and like Lu Yun, he is a disciple of the outer sect of Dahuai Peak, a fourth-level cultivator of condensation, and he has occasionally seen Lu Yun a few times before, but he recognizes it at this moment.

In his eyes, although the spiritual power in Lu Yun's body fluctuated violently at this moment, and he couldn't check the specific depth of cultivation, he didn't expect that Lu Yun would be able to break through the first layer of condensation that had been stuck for nearly ten years at that time.

At this moment, in his mind, Lu Yun is at most the second or third layer of condensation, and he is definitely not as high as his own cultivation, and he is not qualified to stay until the end to compete for the top ten, and this waste body Lu Yun has no qualifications and no reason to stay in place.

Lu Yun thought for a moment, recognized Sun Zhiwen, and said with a dumb smile: "I'll take a look!"

A trace of surprise flashed in Sun Zhiwen's eyes, he smiled sarcastically, and said again: "Also, now that the number of a hundred has passed, Guiyuan Dan can't get it, Senior Brother Lu will stay here and study hard!"

After speaking, he ignored Lu Yun and rushed to the field, and his figure was instantly submerged between the aura.

Lu Yun smiled slightly, staring at the competition in the field with relish, only to see that some monks used low-level wind blade techniques, fireball techniques, and some monks had strange body methods, wandering around the opponent, and some monks had amazing spells in their hands, roaring and exploding, Lu Yun looked fixedly, at this moment, the aura in the field was vertical and horizontal, and the sword qi was overflowing, but whenever Kankan touched the monks watching from the edge, suddenly a cover lit up, just to block these exposed attacks.

These covers were arranged by the elders sitting at the front desk, just to prevent accidents from hurting others during the competition, Lu Yun understood this, ignored it, and carefully watched the competition in the field.

Soon, the morning gradually passed, and at noon that day, Lu Yun found that the number of monks who were still in the field of competition had been reduced from more than 500 people to less than 100 now.

At this moment, no one entered the field, and the number of monks in the competition gradually decreased, and many of them were in high spirits when they entered, and when they came out, they looked depressed, some of them were torn and bloody, and some of them were carried out by others, and they were very angry and seriously injured.

Seeing this, Lu Yun's face gradually became solemn, although he felt quite sure, but when he was fighting, the spell was eyeless, and there was no rule that he was not allowed to kill his fellow disciples, under such conditions, disciples who often had grudges would take this opportunity to seek an end.

Those people who are familiar with themselves have more or less enmity with themselves, and when they compete later, there will definitely be a battle between open and secret, and if they are not careful, they will really risk their lives!

Thinking of this, Lu Yun immediately put away the lively thoughts just now, and carefully stared at the fellow disciples who were competing in the field to learn, for the previous Heavenly Hand, he just looked at it for a while and found that many monks had used it, and the power varied from one size to another, which was very common in the hands of these low-level monks.

Lu Yun stood in place and did not move the slightest, and by the afternoon, there were less than thirty monks left who were still fighting in the field, and the competition at this time was becoming more and more intense, more and more dangerous, the monks were not much different in cultivation, and the time of the competition was getting longer and longer to compare the results.

By the evening, there were less than fifteen monks left in the field, and Lu Yun's heart moved, knowing that the real competition was about to begin, and the twenty late-stage cultivators who had been standing around and watching the battle for a day were about to play!

He quietly took a few steps back, hiding in the crowd, at this moment some of these monks who were watching had withdrawn from the scene, some had not participated in the competition at all, and some were cultivators from other sects.

Just as Lu Yun stepped back, a silver-clothed figure rushed out of the crowd of onlookers and went straight to the field.

"Now is the time for me to play, all of you low-level ants will go down for me......"

With a sound of wild laughter, Lu Yun recognized that this silver-clothed figure was Wu Hao among the Wu brothers he had seen in Lotus Peak.

Wu Hao laughed and rushed into the field, the aura of the eighth-layer cultivation of condensing qi dispersed, and he waved his big sleeves at the dozen or so people in the field under the pinch.

Suddenly, a fierce wind rose from the ground, extremely violent, blowing the dozen or so monks who remained in the scene to stagger, and their eyes were full of horror when they looked at Wu Hao.

"This senior brother, admit defeat ...... next"

"Throw in the towel...... too"

Suddenly, without waiting for Wu Hao to stand firmly, he hurriedly clenched his fists and withdrew from the field, and after a while, there were only seven people who remained in the field waiting for Wu Hao.