Two days later.

The spirit of everyone's recuperation was unusually full, and one team after another drove to the north of Qixia Valley, a very open field.

The forests here are not so lush, and the valley lord has already prepared, so he ordered people to set up a big ring and set up a lot of seats for everyone.

The front row of more than a dozen satin-covered seats, naturally for the sect masters and elders of various sects, the disciples each sat on the back row of small square stools, and some of the poor and bored people even prepared their own tea and snacks, planning to eat and watch at the same time.

The valley lord put a gong next to him as if he was in shape, and a male disciple of Qixia Valley tied a red ribbon on his head and held a gong hammer with a fluttering red ribbon in his hand.

The valley lord just sat in the first place in the middle, and greeted several peak masters and sect masters around him with a smile, and was just about to say the rules out loud and then call the number, only to hear a gong sound.

All:......

The special valley master must be feeling very depressed now! Before he could start singing, the second disciple began to beat the gong!

The valley lord of Qixia Valley turned his head and stared at this second-class disciple from afar, the disciple looked innocent, stood there with a gong hammer, and smiled stupidly at him.

"I'll start with the rules! As soon as one side concedes defeat, the game is terminated. If you don't admit defeat, you can still fight, and you can continue to fight! Everyone is a member of the three sects and five sects, and it is best to stop at the point!" The valley master of Qixia Valley laughed, "Okay, now, please go to the ring on the first day!"

Everyone looked at the young disciple who was carrying the gong and hammer.

The two goods, when it was time to knock, stopped knocking, and kept staring at the valley master, as if waiting for him to give an order.

The valley master waited for a long time and didn't wait for the gong to sound, turned his head to glare at the disciple, and roared angrily, "You knocked it!"

"Poof......" everyone burst into laughter.

In the sound of a gong, the two disciples of No. 1 flew into the ring with vigorous posture, and exchanged hands without saying a word.

When the Xuanshi fights, it is largely based on the strength of the Xuanji.

At this time, the Xuan Master had not yet realized the importance of Xuan Zhi, so when he got started, he saw one after another Xuan Li flying back and forth, throwing straight towards the other party.

The mystical techniques used by these two mystical masters, Qiao Mu took a cursory glance, and he could probably determine that they were all intermediate mystical techniques.

The ones circulating on the market are generally beginner occult techniques, and if they join the sect, it is already good to be able to practice intermediate occult techniques.

Only the master's personal disciples, the kind of sect disciples with good talents, could have cultivated the advanced mystical skills of the sect, and even be able to go to the Treasure Pavilion to browse the higher levels.

When fighting against the metastics, the high-level metasics are against the intermediate metasics, needless to say, it must be the high-level metasics to stabilize the pressure.

And the two people in front of them are all intermediate occult techniques, it depends on how the two of them comprehend the metases, after the smart ones read through the metasics, not only can they fully comprehend the metasics, but they can even comprehend some more advanced techniques on this basis.

But obviously, neither of these two people is particularly wise, and their occult skills are decent.

One is to exercise hand kung fu, and the other person's cultivation of the mystic technique should be to exercise the head, so the other party grabbed it with one claw, and that person always likes to put his big head on it, and he laughed in his heart, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

"No. 2! Chen Hanzi, a disciple of the Shenshui Sect, fought against Peng Zhang, a disciple of the Ghost Sect. The valley master picked up the number plate in his hand and reported.

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Today's thirtieth is over, and I have to go and slow my neck. If there are no accidents this week, it will keep ten watches. Tired silver.