Changle Zhenren reminded Zheng Qun that when competing, you must not be distracted, and victory or defeat is often only between one thought. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoDon't always feel that you are strong, others are not necessarily bad, and the most important thing is to take the lead.

Zheng Qun realized from Master's words that the result of the competition is not important, but the most important thing is to be able to hone one's own character. The competition is only a short-term experience, and the ultimate goal is to benefit one's own cultivation.

At this time, the number of people who went to the cultivation ground increased one after another. I saw that dozens of Edgeworth's disciples were flying towards the field from all directions. Those disciples who were still shallow in cultivation and couldn't fly with the sword were still walking up the steps up the mountain.

Most of these disciples of Edgeworth Flying didn't know Zheng Qun. However, he saw the disciple named Yue Quan from a distance. Although Zheng Qun only had a one-sided relationship with him, he was quite impressed by him.

I saw Yue Quan's square face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, slightly taller than Zheng Qun, and looked very masculine. Later, Zheng Qun saw Cuizhu and Spruce, so he fell behind Yue Quan.

Cuizhu saw Zheng Qun walking towards him, and said jokingly: "Zheng Qun, you are quite punctual!" Spruce, don't you know him? ”

Hearing what Cuizhu said, Spruce looked a little twisted, and said softly: "Spruce recognizes Senior Brother Zheng." ”

"Sister Cuizhu, you're here so early!"

"Zheng Qun, how are you going to prepare when you go back? Are you sure to win this today? ”

"Sister, my master said that winning or losing is not important, the key is to get training from the competition."

At this moment, the steward of the field fell from the sky and walked towards the pavilion. According to the usual practice, Zheng Qun had to hand over the iron plaque with the word "win" to the steward after winning yesterday. Then draw lots again to determine the opponent for today's match.

"Two sisters, I'll go to the steward to report first and see who today's opponent is."

"Okay, I hope you don't touch my junior brother."

"I wish I could meet him today."

In the blink of an eye, Zheng Qun came to the steward, took out the iron card, and threw it on the stone table.

"Zheng Qun, why didn't the old man come over?"

"Master has something to do, it's inconvenient to come over, otherwise I would have come yesterday."

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Half an hour later, the winning disciples of each realm successively handed over the iron plates to the steward, and the draw officially began. Zheng Qun thought that he would meet Yue Quan, but he never expected that he would draw the No. 2 lottery against the No. 3 disciple. And Yue Quan drew the No. 4 lot, against the No. 1 disciple.

Things often go dramatically. This also means that as long as one of Zheng Qun and Yue Quan loses this game, then the two will pass by. Only by winning at the same time will the two meet in the final match.

To be honest, Zheng Qun really wanted to compete with this Yue Quan. There is only one purpose, that is, to frustrate Lu Chen's sharpness. Whenever he thought of Lu Chen's appearance of pointing fingers beside him, Zheng Qun's anger in his heart did not come to a place.

"Yue Quan, you'd better win today's competition, we'll see you tomorrow!"

"I hope you can win today, I'll wait for you tomorrow!"

From the Qi refining period to the foundation building period, the first round of competitions in various realms ended yesterday, and although the second round of competitions has not yet reached the level of white-hot, it can be imagined that it will be wonderful.

At this time, there was a glimmer of light on the side of the cultivation field, and the head of the sect, Tian Zhizi, led several elders to appear out. The Elder Monk called the steward to his side and muttered quietly.

Later, the steward walked to the field and shouted: "Everyone be quiet, the head has something to say, today's winner, each person can get two medium-grade spirit stones to me with the 'win' card!" ”

As soon as the steward's voice fell, the entire cultivation ground suddenly became in a commotion. What is the concept of two medium-grade spirit stones? It is equivalent to two hundred lower-grade spirit stones! You must know that the Immortal Cultivation Realm is already short of resources, and the storage bags of low-level disciples can hold dozens of low-grade spirit stones, which is considered to be a high price.

Unless an elder favors his favorite disciple, he may secretly give a few medium-grade spirit stones, but this is a minority after all. The reason why Tenchiko has this move is nothing more than to make the competition more exciting, and to use medium-grade spirit stones to stimulate the determination of the disciples to win.

"Zheng Qun, come here!"

Zheng Qun was preparing for the competition on the side, when he suddenly heard a voice in his ear, and he felt incredible.

At this time, the cultivation field was full of voices and seemed to be chaotic. It stands to reason that this voice shouldn't be heard so clearly, but he can hear it very clearly, it is the head of the head Tianzhizi who is shouting about himself.

Zheng Qun turned his head to look at Tianzhizi, only to see that he was talking to the supervisor and elder beside him at this time. Judging from his expression, it was as if he had never summoned himself at all. There was no way, Zheng Qun had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk towards Tianzhizi.

Before approaching, Tian Zhizi's voice came from Zheng Qun's ears again: "Zheng Qun, how about I get you two high-grade spirit stones for emergency?" Well? Since I have a spirit bead, then my spirit stone can be saved! Okay, let's try it in peace for a while! ”

When Zheng Qun heard this, he stopped, turned around and walked back. He knew that Tianzhizi had already seen that there was not a single spirit stone in his storage bag, and out of favoritism for himself, he couldn't let others see it, so he used this technique to summon himself to the past.

"Zheng Qun, Sister Spruce and I are cheering you on. Don't let down Sister Spruce! ”

"Don't worry. Sister Cuizhu, I won't let you down! ”

"The auspicious time has arrived, and the competition has begun!"

With the order of the steward, the competition officially began. Zheng Qun jumped and came to the field in the expectant eyes of the two little beauties.

"Zheng Qun!"

"Wei Yunxiang!"

Zheng Qun shook his hand, and the Wind God Sword roared out and went straight to Wei Yunxiang. Seeing this, Wei Yunxiang flipped his hand, shot out a blue light, and went straight to the Wind God Sword. Zheng Qun hurriedly controlled his sword and slashed at this blue light with all his might!

"Crunch"

Something incredible happened to Zheng Qun. I saw that this blue light instantly condensed into a solid, fixing the Wind God Sword in the air!

"He's a water spirit root?!"

Zheng Qun panicked for a moment, and immediately began to absorb a large amount of spiritual energy from the spirit bead, which was quickly transformed into spiritual power, eager to break through this condensed power. The corners of Wei Yunxiang's mouth twitched slightly, as if he was a little indifferent to Zheng Qun's actions, and his eyes already revealed a look of eating Zheng Qun.

Zheng Qun reminded himself to stay sober at all times, he knew that if the other party seized the opportunity, he would definitely lose. As the spiritual power passed towards the Wind God Sword in waves, the connection with the Wind God Sword became clear again.

Wei Yunxiang had already sensed the subtle changes produced by the Wind Divine Sword at this moment, and immediately blessed his strength. I saw that the blue light that had fixed the Wind God Sword before stretched out in an instant, directly wrapping the Wind God Sword tightly.

"It's over, what should I do? What to do......"

"Brother, you just inject spiritual power into the sword, and leave the rest to me!"

At this time, a familiar voice suddenly sounded in Zheng Qun's ears. He slowed down, and he could already hear this voice, which was the mouth of the pearl spirit from the Ten Thousand Spirit Beads.

Zheng Qun immediately became excited and began to frantically inject spiritual power into the Wind God Sword. Gradually, he felt that the spiritual power he had drawn out was suddenly mixed with a very special spiritual power. Zheng Qun knew that this must be Zhu Ling helping him.

Soon, Zheng Qun's contact with the Wind God Sword had returned to normal. Under the surprised gaze of hundreds of disciples, the blue light that had condensed into a solid began to slowly melt. Wei Yunxiang showed a look of horror on his face, and immediately blessed his strength, but it was too late.

"It turned out to be fire spiritual power!"

With Wei Yunxiang exclaiming, the Wind God Sword came out of trouble. After a period of rotation, the solidification technique used by Wei Yunxiang was turned upside down. In the blink of an eye, Wei Yunxiang's eyes were full of fierce light, and he waved his hand to offer a two-foot square disc that rotated at high speed.

Zheng Qun doesn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, he controls the sword and slashes. At the moment when the Wind God Sword touched the disc, I saw that the disc disintegrated by itself! He was very puzzled, and he didn't know what kind of magic weapon it was.

Seeing this, Zheng Qun controlled his sword and slashed at the disc that had been broken into five or six pieces, but he didn't touch any of them at all. At the moment when Zheng Qun hesitated, the disassembled disc was wrapped in the Wind God Sword!

"Smack"

"Fusion?!"

In Zheng Qun's incredulous eyes, the Wind God Sword was completely wrapped in a disc. Zheng Qun fell into an embarrassing situation again, and he was in chaos for a while!

"Brother, I see you're careless again, aren't you? Pour spiritual power into your sword, look at me! ”

Zheng Qun's connection with the Wind God Sword was getting weaker and weaker, but according to what Zhu Ling said, he began to desperately inject spiritual power into the sword. As another strange spiritual power mixed into it, Zheng Qun knew that Zhu Ling had struck again.

"Bang"

In the horrified eyes of hundreds of disciples, the disc was shattered. I saw the pieces slowly drifting down, and the Wind God Sword came out of trouble, looking domineering!

"It's ...... Lightning Strike! ”

After Wei Yunxiang struggled to spit out a few words, he almost collapsed to the ground. There is no doubt that the winner of this battle is Zheng Qun.