Some disciples didn't say a word, opened their mouths and spit out, and directly sacrificed their natal magic weapons, and made up their minds in their hearts to fight quickly. Some disciples were not in a hurry at all, and for the sake of safety, they first cast ordinary spells, or sacrificed ordinary magic weapons, intending to test the strength of their opponents before taking countermeasures. Some disciples did not take the initiative to attack, but sacrificed several kinds of protective magic weapons to protect themselves tightly, for fear of being taken advantage of by the other party.

Although the five-colored light curtain that shrouded the stone platform could isolate the aftermath caused by the fighting method, it would not block the sound together. For a while, in the competition venue of the Jingwu Pavilion, magic weapons of different colors and shapes were flying all over the sky, and various magical secret techniques were displayed one after another, and the roar and whistling sound of Jin Ge were endless.

Han Li carefully observed each battle group, and he found that it was indeed as stipulated by the Jin Immortal Conference, the magic weapons sacrificed by the monks on the stone platform were of similar rank, and under the urging of these monks, the momentum caused by them was not too much.

After a meal, a light curtain on a stone platform on the east side, the five-color ripples trembled. A bronzed-robed man walked out from the light curtain, and the big man's face, which was originally slightly dark, was even more ugly at the moment. He shook his head several times, sighed softly, and then descended from the stone platform in despair.

Instead of immediately returning to the stone bench where he had been waiting, Dahan walked straight to the northeast corner of the field, and when he arrived, he sat down cross-legged with his legs bent and his body short.

Just as the brocade-robed man was walking, in the light curtain, a woman in a Luo shirt with an excited expression on her jade face walked out. The woman in the Luo shirt stepped on her graceful steps, twisted her waist, and walked towards a corner, looking in the direction where the big man was sitting cross-legged.

The woman in the shirt walked to the opposite side of the big man and sat down slowly dozens of feet away from him. At this time, the eyes of the brocade-robed man looking at the woman were full of unwillingness. If he hadn't just cared about the onslaught, he wouldn't have been careless, and the woman in the Luo shirt opposite was judged to be out of the game with a flying needle breaking the protective aura.

Of course, although the woman in the Luo shirt sensed the gaze of the brocade-robed man, she didn't intend to pay attention to it, she closed a pair of beautiful eyes, and focused on calming the fluctuating aura in her body. The brocade-robed man seemed indifferent when he saw the woman in Luo's shirt, and his already not good-looking face became more and more gloomy. After a few breaths, he had no choice but to suppress the depression in his heart and wait for the second competition.

A moment after the brocade-robed man and the woman in the shirt came out, the five-colored light curtain rippled again, and a bald old man came out of the light curtain. The old man turned his head to look at the northeast corner, and then his eyes fell on the two people who were sitting quietly on the ground, and walked towards them with the same expressionless face.

After that, in the five-colored light curtain that shrouded the stone platform, the monks and overseers who participated in the competition walked out one after another. The monks who had finished the competition had a rich look on their faces, proud, disappointed, excited, and suffocating......

Han Li looked at those disciples with a flat face, but his mind was thinking about how to deal with the young man named Tong Ji. Just now, he recalled the news that Mu Hongsheng revealed to him again, and a set of countermeasures gradually began to take shape in his mind.

An hour later, all the 256 disciples and 128 overseers on the stone platform walked out of the five-colored light curtain and gathered in the northeast corner.

Seeing this scene, Jin Can, who was standing on the suspended flying platform with his hands on his back, swept all the light curtains behind the curtain and confirmed it. However, he didn't say anything, still silently staring at the people below.

A moment later, the group of monks gathered in the northeast corner dispersed again and walked towards the stone platform again. When everyone ascended the stone platform again, Han Li noticed that all the monks who had participated in the competition had changed their opponents.

The second competition began immediately, this time Jin Can did not shout, and the disciples started a duel again under the auspices of their respective supervisors.

Half a day later, the first group competing for the Guardian Immortal Envoy, all seven matches in the first round finally came to an end. After the end of the seventh game, everyone just waited on the stone platform, and among them, there was an overseer who looked like an old man, whose figure flashed, came to the bottom of the eight flying platforms, and said respectfully with a fist. "Great Commander, the first group of competitions for the Guardian Immortal Envoy has been completed, this is the jade slip that records the points, please take a look. After speaking, the old man flicked his sleeves and threw a white jade slip into the sky.

Jin Can's palm was shaped like an eagle's claw, and he sucked at the jade slip flying below, holding it in his hand. He put the jade slip on his forehead, immersed in it, and nodded slightly for a moment and said. "Fellow Daoists, let's prepare for the second group. ”

The overseer stepped back and returned to where he had been standing, saying something to the disciples who were standing on the stone platform.

The next moment, I saw that all kinds of lights in the venue had risen again, and after a flash of brilliance, the more than 200 disciples finally returned to the stone bench and sat down. At the same time, another group of monks shot out from the stone bench and headed towards the field.

In the process of replacing the disciples participating in the competition, the overseer on the stone platform stood still as usual, and it seemed that they had no manpower to replace them.

By the time the competition of all three groups of disciples competing for the Guardian Immortal Envoy was over, more than two days had passed since the Jin Immortal Conference was held. During this period, the overseers were not replaced, but for them immortals, a few days of work was only a fraction of a millimeter, and it was fleeting.

Among the monks in the second group of competitions, Han Li spotted the figure of a young man surnamed Tong, and he had deliberately paid attention to this person for a long time. That Tong Ji is worthy of being a monk who has stepped into the middle stage of the True Immortal realm with half a foot, and in the seven competitions, whenever he encounters a monk of the same realm, his opponents are all embarrassed, and he can't take care of himself at the end of the day. Even, in front of the cultivators in the middle stage of the True Immortal, Tong Ji could barely support it for a long time.

The result is of course conceivable, Tong Ji occupied the top 50 on the list with a high score and successfully advanced to the second round of cross-level competition.

After the first round of the Guardian Immortal Envoy competition, the first round of the Law Enforcement Immortal Envoy competition also followed. Compared with the former, the disciples who participated in the competition for the law enforcement immortal envoy happened to be in a group, so after most of the day, it was completely over.

As for the battle and competition of the Immortal Envoys, although there were only more than 20 participating disciples, it also took a small half a day's effort. Because these disciples' realms are all in the late stage of True Immortals, they have been immortals for tens of thousands of years, even hundreds of thousands of years, and their fighting experience is by no means comparable to other disciples, so it will naturally take some time to let them lose.

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