Yan Xiao and Yan Chuhan sat on the viewing platform in the east.

They were the disciples who participated in the Spirit Source Conference, and they were not on the same side as the disciples who just came to watch the battle.

To the east were all the disciples of the five major sects, a total of 500 people.

Coincidentally, there are a total of twenty-five disciples in Danxin Valley who have completed the foundation, and this time none of them will fall, and all of them have arrived.

According to some older brothers and sisters, in the past, Danxin Valley always couldn't get together the number of people in the late stage of foundation building and the realm of consummation, but this year, they all made it up.

But it's not hard to imagine, after all, a hundred years have passed, and those disciples who were in the early stage of foundation building and the middle stage of foundation building a hundred years ago will always be promoted, right?

This time, the leading elders, together with the high-ranking monks of the Yaoguang Sect who remained in the gate, were sitting on the viewing platform in the north.

Looking at it, Yan Xiao could still see that her cold master was being pulled by the real person of Scarlet Yin to chat.

After all, this is a major event of the Yaoguang Sect once in five hundred years, and Su Jian Zhenren and Tongchen Zhenren were out of the customs the day before.

Not only the two of them, but the other peaks, as long as they were high-level cultivators who stayed in the gate, if they hadn't cultivated to the critical juncture, they had all been assigned tasks by the head of the sect.

Four hundred participating disciples from the four sects, not too much, no less, but the necessary protection is indispensable for the Yaoguang Sect.

Just looking at Danxin Valley, who only dared to set up the Dan Dao Exchange Meeting in Danyang City, knew that this protective shield for letting strangers into this sect was a thing that had to be taken seriously.

However, after all, the people who came were all people from the four sects, and it was impossible for the Yaoguang Sect to put all the vigilance on the surface. This is also a tacit thing for the five major sects.

In fact, the Lingyuan Conference is actually a centennial resource allocation conference of the five major sects, with the final ranking of each sect. to determine the amount of resources allocated to each sect.

This comparison is not a mixed comparison, although the difference between the monks in the foundation building period is not as great as that of the high-ranking monks. But it would still be very difficult for Yan Xiao to make a small monk like Yan Xiao in the early stage of foundation building and Ning Yuan, a foundation building monk who was only one foot away from the end of the foundation, fight the method.

Therefore, the ring competition of the Spirit Source Conference has always been carried out in groups. Monks in the early stage, middle stage, late stage and completion of foundation. Each sect and each realm produced twenty-five contestants.

In the first round, the contestants use the lottery to catch the ring, and the winner enters the next round of the competition, and the loser can only regret the defeat. In the end, the top 10 teams in each group will be determined, and each school will be scored.

Yan Xiao and Yan Chuhan are two of the contestants in the initial group of the Yaoguang School's foundation building.

Before they sat on the east viewing platform, the two of them had already drawn lots. At this moment, Yan Xiao was holding the number plate with "Wu Shilu" written on it, and held Yan Chuhan's hand with her other hand to soothe her who was a little nervous.

For Yan Xiao, although fighting methods are not commonplace, they are not unfamiliar. Even when she had just finished building the foundation, she relied on her more and more skilled fighting skills to save her life.

But for Yan Chuhan, who has always been protected by his father, the fighting method is very unfamiliar.

In addition to Yan Xiao and Wen Hanyu taking turns to accompany Yan Chuhan to practice fighting in the past three days, in Yan Chuhan's cultivation career, I am afraid that the number of serious fighting methods can be counted no more than three times.

One was when her father lowered his cultivation to practice with her after she first learned the Fa, and the other was her whim. went to the martial arts hall and fought with a senior sister twice.

If it weren't for the fact that Mingxuan Daojun didn't agree to cross her name from the list of the Spirit Source Conference in order to exercise Yan Chuhan, she would probably be killed and unwilling to participate in this competition.

"Yan Xiao......" Yan Chuhan took her hand with a gloomy face. This is a little different from the usual big grin.

Yan Xiao sighed silently. This psychological obstacle can only be overcome by herself, and no one can help her. As a monk, there will always be a day when you will encounter the fighting method. The sooner this tension is eliminated, the better for her.

At three moments, Yan Xiao pulled Yan Chuhan. jumped off the viewing platform and watched Yan Chuhan arrive at the No. 12 ring - the number plate she drew was "Ershifu".

After seeing Yan Chuhan turned around and gave her a reassuring smile. Yan Xiao turned around and walked towards the twenty-eighth ring.

There were a total of 125 disciples from the five sects in the early stage of foundation building, a total of 62 rings, and the one who drew the 125th was the lucky one who had a bye in the first round.

At that time, Yan Xiao was still sighing whose hands were so red, and when she stood in the ring on the twenty-eighth, she heard an excited shout, and she suddenly understood.

"Come on! I'm optimistic about you! ”

Such a two-hearted person, of course, is Wen Hanyu, who used to always call her "Second Master".

When Yan Xiao glanced at him in embarrassment, she caught a glimpse of the number plate in Wen Hanyu's hand with Yi Erwu written on it.

After fixing his mind that was disturbed by Wen Hanyu, Yan Xiao raised his head and raised his trademark smile towards his opponent.

Standing across from her was a male cultivator in his twenties, dressed in a cyan robe. This is a disciple of Qianrenmen.

"Senior Brother Bai, you come on, you come on." Wen Hanyu was dressed in a cyan robe, and the Yaoguang disciples around him, all of whom were in blue robes, heard the words of encouragement for Yan Xiao from his mouth, and they all looked at him suspiciously. Wen Hanyu reacted at this time, Yan Xiao's opponent was his fellow disciple. He touched his nose and laughed wryly before continuing to look at the ring expectantly.

It is estimated that because he is in the same class, that Senior Brother Bai has long understood Wen Hanyu's urine nature, and he was not moved at all, just looked at Yan Xiao quietly, waiting for the referee's order.

Yan Xiao looked at the Bai junior brother opposite with a smile, but he was slightly excited in his heart.

Qianrenmen is a sword cultivation sect, she has only practiced for more than 20 years, and she has seen very few sword cultivators, and the only one who can talk about acquaintance is Wen Hanyu.

It's just that the two are good friends, but they have never fought before, and I don't know how they will feel differently from sword cultivation. Yan Xiao was looking forward to it at the moment, and the transparent flame in the dantian seemed to feel the master's mood and became a little restless.

It seems that from Danxin Valley all the way back to the Yaoguang Sect, the belligerent factor in her body has been activated.

When the referee gave an order, Yan Xiao's eyes flashed, and someone in the audience exclaimed.

"It's too fast!"

Yes, it's too fast, it's not the speed at which she releases the vines with a smile, but the speed at which Senior Brother Bai cuts the vines.

Yan Xiao had already pinched his fingers and waited for the referee to give an order. However, she was fast, and the other party was faster, and before her vines could touch the other person's body, the opponent's wrist flipped, and in the blink of an eye, the vines flew all over the place, none of which were intact. (To be continued.) )