On the fighting platform, at this time, a circular spiritual light cover loomed in the face, just like an inverted bowl, this was the Fu Ling Array. The effect of this formation lies in the word Fu Ling, no matter how fierce the fighting method in the formation is, it cannot be affected outside the formation, so that people outside the formation can watch the fighting method without worries. Standing next to him was a monk in the early stage of foundation building, with a white face and no beard, looking like a scribe, with his hands behind his back, who should be the presiding monk of the competition, and had the duty to judge the winner or loser, and to stop it in time if there was something wrong.

"The first test, the seventh-layer battle of Qi training." As soon as the words fell, I saw a young girl's willow waist swing, and she didn't see how to move, so she appeared directly on the fighting platform, her posture was very graceful, but her facial features were only delicate. Fu Lingpei secretly shouted Okay, it is the light smoke step that the Fu family can learn, but it was practiced by this girl extremely exquisitely, and the essence of the word "smoke" is exhausted, so she should have worked very hard. The other against a man in his twenties, but he honestly stepped on the steps step by step and walked to the fighting platform, wearing green clothes, only a minimalist ribbon with his hair, his face was like a disc, and his mouth was like a sincere smile, he stood still, and only arched his hand, "Please!" ”

The girl shot quickly, and only a split gold slash slashed out in the air, and the momentum was amazing. The honest man was not in a hurry, he only made a thick earth shield, which seemed to be slow and fast, which just blocked this golden blow. One attack and one defense, clearly distinguished. However, in a few breaths, he has already made more than a dozen moves, and he is evenly matched.

"Split gold slash with strong against strong, offensive instead of defensive, the momentum is compelling, it should be the woman who wins." A voice came from the side.

"I don't think so, although that monk is on the defensive, he is impermeable and has special strength, and it is not known whether he will win or lose." I just listened to the two of them arguing.

Fu Lingpei listened and couldn't help but smile, with her eyesight, the seemingly indistinguishable competition on the field was already clear about the outcome of the competition. This smile was caught in the eyes of Fu San next to him, and he asked curiously: "Little Wu, in your opinion, who can win?" ”

"It's a man who wins." Fu Lingpei paused, and then said softly, "Although the Split Gold Slash is divided into gold and jade, and the momentum is compelling, it consumes quite spiritual power. The woman on the field has been unable to attack for a long time, and she already has a sense of urgency, and the offensive is even more raining, and it seems that the opponent has been pressed and beaten. But look at it again, although the man is stumbling, but he always supports it, he is stingy with every bit of spiritual power, but the calculation is just right, and the protective shield is broken every time when the opponent's offensive is exhausted, it looks like a wolf. This kind of thing is just to give the other party an illusion and make her feel that she will win next time, so she increases the output of spiritual power every time. The winner is clear. ”

Fu San nodded again and again, and could only exclaim, "I really don't know how you can see these, it seems that not only am my talent inferior to yours, but even my eyesight is a lot worse." ”

As soon as he said that, the two people on the field who were still fighting inseparably had stopped. It was the woman who was defeated. I saw that her cheeks were slightly red, panting, and she was already exhausted and exhausted from her spiritual power, so she had to give up, "But I lost." With that, he smiled and jumped off the stage.

The presiding monk hurriedly said, "Fu Kuang wins." With that, he crossed a line in the notebook at hand.

Fu Lingpei looked at it for a while, and found that it was not very interesting, so he closed his eyes and sat on the side to meditate. In fact, with the frequency of the sect once every ten years, the frequency of opening the mountain gate to accept disciples, the children who stayed in the Fu family were only the children cultivated in the last nine years, the highest was only ten layers, and there were only about twenty people, but the comparison was completed in half a day.

And in the latest session, the highest is only the sixth level of qi training, that is, Fu Lingpei, and it has not reached the seventh level of Xiaobi's minimum qualification for qi training, and today they are just here to see and gain experience. It's just that Fu Lingpei has long made an agreement with others to compete with the previous gray-shirted woman, so he has never left the field.

Calculating that the time was about the same, Fu Lingpei withdrew his hand and stood up. found that it was almost the end, but it was Fu Conggong on the field, still wearing a pink shirt, a slender waist, black hair like a waterfall, loosely pulled up with a jade hairpin, delicate and beautiful. It is the technique of Chiba Flying Flowers, full of fallen leaves and flying flowers, beautiful but containing a fierce killing intention. The opponent was staggered, his body had been scraped with several bloody wounds, his clothes were disheveled, and he was in decline. Sure enough, it was just a breath, and it was convenient to raise his hand and admit defeat. Fu Conggong didn't look at the other party, he still kept a solemn face, and looked at Fu Lingpei with a slightly tense face.

Fu Lingpei already understands it. With a light cigarette step, he instantly got on the fighting platform. There was a burst of boos below.

"Fu Lingpei, the sixth layer of Qi training, please fight Fu Cong Min Clan Sister!" Fu Lingpei threw his hand down the stage and said loudly. Everyone saw a delicate child, still combed in a bun, wearing a common cyan gown, very simple, no decoration on the whole body, only a tense face, but a pair of eyes like a deep pool, looking at the crowd.

"Fu Congmin, the eighth layer of Qi training, I should be invited!" I saw a woman in gray rising from the ground and landing on the stage, her figure was already a twenty-eight girl, and her appearance was only delicate. Fu Lingpei looked at it fixedly, and found that her previous state of chattering was gone, but she was calm, showing that she had also been growing in the past two years.

But even so, she was not afraid. Fu Lingpei thought, so he made a starting gesture, his spiritual power vomited slightly, and before he saw it, a row of fireballs quickly attacked, more than twice as fast as ordinary people's methods.