The top three were decided, and after a break, the competition for the championship and runner-up soon began. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

At this time, the format also changed.

Unlike regular knockout rounds, each of the three players will fight the other two, and the winner of two matches will be the first place.

The first to play were Fang Yun and Zhao Ling.

Those who have come to this point are not simple characters, Chen Tian's combat effectiveness is already very good. Facing Zhao Ling, who was more powerful than her, Fang Yun didn't dare to be careless.

"Senior brother, please advise." In modern times, Zhao Ling, who is the size of a junior high school student, is more than one meter six tall, dressed as a cyan disciple, slim and elegant.

"Senior sister, you have to be careful." Fang Yun had crossed paths with her a few times, and said politely when he heard this.

Zhao Ling smiled gently: "Senior brother also has to pay attention." ”

"Okay."

In this game, Elder Chuangong personally served as the referee. Seeing that they both adjusted their state, they gave an order and the competition began.

Fang Yun clenched his fists, and his aura ran in the meridians, raising his attention to the highest.

Zhao Ling stretched out his palms and raised them in front of his chest, guarding against Fang Yun's sudden attack.

No one was in a hurry to make a move, their feet moved slightly, staring at each other, and they circled around the center. The brothers and sisters in the audience also understood that this competition was more interesting than the previous one, so they just watched quietly and did not make any more noise.

Seeing that Zhao Ling had no intention of making a move easily, Fang Yun slowly narrowed the distance between the two, estimating that it should be almost the same, Fang Yun punched straight towards the position where her palm was.

"Smack." Zhao Ling slapped him, his body was hit by the huge force and he took two steps back, and his arm hurt slightly; Seeing that Fang Yun stepped forward, another punch went straight to the chest, Zhao Ling kicked his back foot and dodged back lightly.

The first time he tried it, Fang Yun had the upper hand slightly, and he had a bottom in his heart. rushed forward a few steps, and attacked Zhao Ling head-on with another punch.

This time, Zhao Ling didn't use his palm to make a hard connection, his body twisted, he deftly dodged to the right, kicked the ground with his right foot, jumped to the left, and dodged Fang Yun's chain of punches.

Seizing the opportunity, Zhao Ling used the family's inherited three-grade martial art, the Wind Palm, and slapped Fang Yun's shoulder with one palm, beating him to a stumbling block.

With a successful blow, Zhao Ling did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, and put on a defensive posture.

Fang Yun stabilized his body, and he didn't rush to fight back, observing the situation in front of him.

It's a little lighthearted, Zhao Ling's attack is not weak, it is very powerful on the shoulder, and it hurts me to death. He has only mastered the first martial art of the Nine Dragons Divine Fist, and it is only a second-grade martial art, not profound.

The attack move is too simple, and it is easy to see through and dodge; Moreover, Zhao Ling is a junior sister, and there are too many places that cannot be touched when fighting against her, so she has to attack her head-on, which is too much of a loss.

Seeing the situation clearly, Fang Yun, who had been breathing for a while, launched the attack again.

Sadly, all his fears came true. After a few rounds, he didn't even touch the corners of Zhao Ling's clothes, but he was slapped a few times.

The brothers and sisters below also saw some clues, and looked at his restrained appearance, and gave him bad ideas off the field.

"Senior Brother Fang, don't just use that trick."

"Senior brother, why do you keep greeting other people's junior sisters on their chests, and other places can also attack."

"You didn't learn just one martial art, did you?"

"Attack the lower road!"

Fang Yun scolded secretly: Your sister, what you said lightly, why don't you come up and try it, aren't they all the same as me?

If you really want to play in front of the public, under the gaze of all the senior brothers, and under the noses of several uncles and uncles in the division, isn't it death?

I have to maintain my image as a gentleman, am I easy!

On the high platform, several uncles were also discussing the competition off the field, mostly evaluating Fang Yun.

"Fang Yun's martial arts cultivation is not good, he is very unfamiliar." The Third Elder turned his head and asked the Law Enforcement Elder, "He really didn't practice the Ice Condensing Palm with you?" ”

The law enforcement elder frowned: "If you don't learn to freeze the ice palm, I think it's too difficult, but I just picked the 'Nine Dragons Divine Fist' of this second grade." ”

"It's a pity." Zhu Yunpeng said regretfully: "If he cultivates his body martial arts or learns more techniques, he will be able to be very flexible when he fights against Zhao Ling, and he will not be at a disadvantage everywhere." ”

"You see how good Zhao Ling's martial arts are cultivated, it is easy to challenge the next level." Even the Fourth Elder felt that Fang Yun was too wasteful of his talent to only practice a second-grade martial art: "If Fang Yun has practiced the Ice Condensing Palm well, maybe there is a possibility of leapfrogging to challenge the Xuanji Fivefold Cultivator." ”

"When he loses this competition, I will definitely persuade him to practice advanced exercises. Having been hit, I'm sure he'll have the same intentions himself. The law enforcement elder said.

"Okay, when the time comes, the exercises that several of us have mastered can be selected by him, and there must be something he is satisfied with." Zhu Yunpeng made a decision.

"We're all right." The third elder saw that there was another change on the field, and reminded a few people to watch: "Look, Fang Yun is taking action again." ”

"Isn't that it?" A few people didn't care, what else could Fang Yun do? It's about to lose.

Just a casual glance, I'll go, is there really a turnaround?

A few people only saw Zhao Ling take Fang Yun's punch and was beaten to a staggering few steps.

What's going on? Why is Zhao Ling so unwise and forgets the original lesson? Why are you still fighting hard with Fang Yun?

At this time, Zhao Ling couldn't say anything about her suffering, and called Fang Yun shameless.

"Senior sister, be careful, take me another trick to descend the dragon and eighteen palms." Fang Yun struck Zhao Ling with a palm, and the Xuan power on his palm surged, looking extremely powerful.

But just when Zhao Ling was defending against Fang Yun's "Eighteen Palms of Dragon Descent", a fist hit her shoulder, and Zhao Ling didn't have time to change her moves, so she had to catch Fang Yun's punch in a hurry, and was beaten back a few steps.

"Look at my flaming feet!" Fang Yun was unforgiving, and attacked Zhao Ling with one kick.

Zhao Ling was fooled again and was attacked by Fang Yun's upper body.

For a time, the situation reversed, and Zhao Ling was pressed down.

"Miss, you can do it according to your own playing style, don't be affected by him." Seeing that Zhao Ling was powerless to fight back, Chen Tian was very worried at the bottom and reminded loudly.

"Senior Brother Fang is a good plan!" There are also senior brothers who applaud Fang Yun.

"The little junior sister has no combat experience, and it is easy to be influenced by words and disturb her mind." A senior brother analyzed.

No, you can't be disturbed by him, he is a liar at all, Senior Brother Fang doesn't know other martial arts at all, he can only use one move. Follow my own moves, don't believe his nonsense.

After a few rounds, Zhao Ling saw Fang Yun's strategy clearly, and decided not to pay attention to what he said.

When Fang Yun attacked again, Zhao Ling automatically filtered out the "Gloomy Ecstasy Palm" in Fang Yun's mouth, ignoring the right palm that was attacking his waist, and kept looking at Fang Yun's left fist.

Didn't you fall for it this time?

Seeing that Zhao Ling had adapted to his interference and seen through his feints, Fang Yun had no choice but to use a trick.

The right hand turned into a fist and used the martial art Nine Dragons Divine Fist.

Just when Zhao Ling just wanted to deal with his right hand, Fang Yun lowered his voice and said in a voice that no one outside the court could hear: "Senior sister, be careful, kick your ******." ”

Zhao Ling's complexion changed drastically, her focused expression turned into shock, her eyes widened, and she almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood.

Expose!

******！

Ahh Shameless, shameless, shameless!

Brother, how can you be like this!

What about your festival?

"Poof, ahem." Zhao Ling was choked by Fang Yun's words and was powerless to fight back.

Before his fist touched Zhao Ling's waist, Fang Yun retracted his hand and said with a faint smile: "Senior sister, I have conceded." ”

"Senior Brother Xie is merciful, and Senior Sister admits defeat." Looking at his hateful smile, Zhao Ling really wanted to beat him up.

"Haha, give and take."

"Senior brother, how can you say those things to a girl?" Zhao Ling was very unconvinced, she was so shameless that she used that kind of language to interfere with herself.

"What does Senior Sister mean by 'Eighteen Palms of Dragon Descending' or 'Flaming Feet'?"

"Neither, it's the last sentence." Zhao Ling shook her head.

"What?"

"You know it yourself, it's shameless."

"Oh, you mean the Ecstasy?" Fang Yun apologized: "Interfering with Senior Sister, it is indeed a bit dishonorable to win the game in this way. ”

"Ignore you, next time I compete, I want you to look good." didn't have the courage to say embarrassing words, Zhao Ling secretly decided that she would have to plug her ears in the next competition, and then ravage Senior Brother Fang.

"Senior sister, you must have some misunderstanding about me, don't take it to heart." Fang Yun would never admit that he had said those words. Now that I think about it, I feel ashamed even myself, it's so shameful, it's just black history.

Zhao Ling showed Elder Chuangong that she admitted defeat and stepped down, not wanting to stay longer for a moment.

"In this game, Fang Yun wins!" The Elders announced the results.

"In the next game, Fang Yun will fight against Sun Yu." Elder Chuangong told Fang Yun, "You can rest for a quarter of an hour. ”

Fang Yun nodded, sat down and breathed for a while, feeling that he had recovered, and reported to Elder Chuangong, "The disciple is rested, you can start." ”

"Agree to start."

In this second competition, Fang Yun and Sun Yu were both male disciples, so naturally they would not leave their hands, and after two minutes of hard fighting, Sun Yu was defeated.

The gap in the realm was there, and Fang Yun, who had used all his strength, had an overwhelming advantage.

This one was also victorious, and Fang Yun became the first among the new disciples, without insulting the law enforcement elder's personal disciple and the title of sixth-rank talent.

Fang Yun, who knew that he was actually a ninth-rank talent, would not allow himself to lose.

The champion was decided, and Zhao Ling and Sun Yu competed for the runner-up in the third competition.

In the game, Sun Yu, who couldn't let go of his hands and feet like Fang Yun, was killed by Zhao Lingke and lost two games in a row.

In the end, the ranking of the new official disciples was determined:

Fang Yun was the first place, Zhao Ling was the second place, and Sun Yu was the third place.

In addition to the top three, Chen Tian and others only have the titles of top six and top twelve.

The competition of new formal disciples ended, and it was still early, and then the competition of low-level disciples of Qingyun Sect was held.

The gap in the cultivation of the low-level disciples is even greater, so this is not much of a deal.

Some senior brothers who have been in the beginners for a long time have already cultivated to the fourth or fifth level of the Xuan Realm, and even there are a few people in the sixth level of the Xuan Realm; And those who have only cultivated to the second or third level for a short period of time, and the forty-three low-level disciples who have newly entered this batch are mostly one or two levels, and they are completely the targets of abuse.

There is no suspense in the battle process, and it is easy to win with a high realm. There were more than one hundred and twenty low-level disciples in total, and it took less than an hour from the beginning to the end of the competition.

At noon, the first competition ended.

Sect Master Zhu Yunpeng put aside Elder Chuangong and personally delivered a speech, affirming the performance of the disciples and encouraging everyone to continue to work hard, make persistent efforts, and strive to achieve good results in the competition three months later.

After the training, the sect master was expressionless, he hadn't left for a long time, and he didn't have anything else to say.

Senior brothers, just like that, you look at me, I look at you, and no one dares to leave first.

Fang Yun's mind turned around and tried to clap his hands, and soon, the applause of the disciples in the audience rang out.

"Good." Zhu Yunpeng smiled and waved his hand, signaling everyone to leave on their own.

"Peat, I knew what he wanted to do." Elder Chuangong looked unhappy.

In the next few days, the Qingyun Sect cashed in the rewards of the disciples, and a wave of cultivation was set off in the sect.

Fang Yun won the first place and obtained three second-order pills, he wanted to ask Chen Tian to send them to Zhao Ling to apologize, but he didn't expect Zhao Ling to send them back.

This is the rhythm of the determination to clean up after three months.

Fang Yun's cultivation speed had never slowed down, he didn't need these pills at all, and even the fourth-order Xuanyuan Pill given by the sect master was still locked in the cabinet.

If you can not take medicine, you will not take medicine, this is Fang Yun's principle. Taking the pill too early will make the foundation unstable, not to mention that when the realm is already improving quickly, not only him, but also the uncles and uncles think so.

In addition to practicing, Uncle Shi asked him to refer to the newly formulated rules of the sect, and asked him if there were any areas that needed to be improved, and what his views were on the construction of the sect.

This competition did expose many problems: the importance of the cultivation sect to the martial arts arena is not as good as the useless hall building; It is true that the disciples have too little practical experience; The competition mode needs to be adjusted, at least to improve the competition situation where the strength of the low-level disciples is too different.

Taking the time, each uncle also showed his tricks to Fang Yun for him to choose.

Fang Yun chose a three-rank body martial art, and there was also a three-grade martial art that was extremely powerful and simple to cultivate, but it had high requirements for cultivation.

The sect master elder shook his head when he looked at the large number of fourth-grade and fifth-grade martial arts that could not be sold in his hand, and even the sixth-grade martial arts did not take a fancy to him, what kind of trouble are you going to make?