After eating, under the leadership of Li Wuding, the group came to the competition hall of the training institute, and after knowing the intention, the teacher on duty who guarded the hall politely welcomed them into the hall and patiently explained various situations to them.

Although this ticket is all low-level monks who are not in the stream, no one on duty here dares to slack off, because no one knows what big guys are standing behind these second-class students with red badges, so politeness is a must.

This is the so-called not looking at the face of the monk and looking at the face of the Buddha.

"Is there anything else I need help with?" asked the teacher on duty courteously.

"Thank you, teacher, let's just take a look for ourselves. Laughing.

The hall is very wide, uh, it should be said to be vast.

There are twenty tables inside, and there are several circles of chairs around each table, which looks a bit like a boxing ring, but the scale is much larger, each table is fifty zhang long and wide, and there is a strong protective shield for protection.

According to the teacher, the competition here is generally an exchange between the students, point to point, of course, there are also fierce competitions, it is more dangerous, but the academy will not intervene, after all, the strength of the monks has to be proved by fighting, as long as they sign a life and death agreement, everything is as they like.

"Let's go over there and have a look!" Li Wuding said, pointing to a competition platform with the most people surrounded.

At this time, the three layers of this competition platform were surrounded by people, looking at the badges, most of them were blue and white, they should be the students of the intermediate and junior training classes, judging from the dress, most of them were extremely gorgeous, these people were either a powerful person or a second generation of officials and a rich second generation.

They were divided into two factions, waving flags and shouting for the two guys competing on the stage, and from time to time there were staff members holding trays and shuttling through the crowd to accept guessing chips.

"Boss, should we also get a vote?" Shi Dongdong said excitedly. He admired Li Wuding's judgment, the money came too quickly and easily, which made people unable to resist the temptation to fight again.

"What kind of quiz field does your house open? If you want to win, you can win?" Li Wuding said angrily, "Concentrate on watching the competition!"

The martial arts competition on the stage is a tall and thin man and a strong man like an iron tower.

The tall and thin man was tall and thin, like a bamboo pole, wearing a cyan robe, holding a crescent moon knife in his hand, and a layer of ghost flashed on the blade

The green light exudes a cold aura.

What's even more peculiar is that his whole body is surrounded by a pitch-black airflow, and even his face can't be seen clearly, and with the abnormal movement of his body, a series of afterimages are brought up behind him, and the speed is very fast.

"This person is from the ghost country, and he is practicing the Yin Soul Technique, also known as the Ghost Technique, which is not only extremely fast, but also good at soul attacks and kills people invisibly. Xue Yuyan said lightly. The children of the family, the knowledge is really extraordinary, and you can know the origin of this person at a glance.

Li Wuding observed carefully, his eyes flickering slightly.

He knows the ghost country, and it is recorded in the relevant materials of the Magalan Continent that this country is located in the far southwest of the continent, with a vast territory and sparsely populated population, and it is a three-tripod country, and most of the royal family and sects in the country practice ghost skills, and they are ghostly, but this spell is too difficult to cultivate, so the number of monks in the country is not much.

He has always been very curious, good people don't do it, they have to pretend to be ghosts, what kind of name is this so-called ghost skill, today can be regarded as seeing a real guy. In terms of strength, this 'thin and tall ghost' is a cultivation in the middle stage of the Jiedan, and it is indeed like a ghost and elusive.

And his opponent turned out to be a force cultivator, and his cultivation was about the fifth level of force cultivation.

Unlike monks, force cultivation can be divided into levels more clearly through the strength of spiritual power fluctuations, and can only be vaguely assessed through strength defense ability, of course, this also brings an advantage, force cultivation is easier to conceal cultivation, and it is often possible to surprise in actual combat.

Generally speaking, the fifth-level strength cultivation is probably equivalent to the initial level of the knot, and the sixth-level and seventh-level force cultivation is probably equivalent to the middle and late stages of the knot.

There are very few power cultivators who can reach level eight or above, not because they can't cultivate, but because they don't have time to cultivate.

Because force cultivation is not a major mana, Shouyuan is much lower than that of high-level cultivators, and often Shouyuan is exhausted before they can cultivate to a high level, so high-level force cultivation is extremely rare.

However, once the force cultivation crosses the **-level moat, it will cultivate the magical change of the "flesh in the fetus", which is equivalent to cultivating a physical body in the body again, and its strength is even faintly superior to the monks of the same level, and Shouyuan has also been greatly improved, comparable to high-level monks.

The tower-like strong man in front of him was close to a zhang tall, with a naked upper body, revealing a body of bronze muscles, undulating and rhythmic like a fist.

He didn't use any weapons, only used his fists to fight his opponents, and every punch he threw was full of power, even through the protective light shield, he could faintly hear the whistling wind from his fists.

"Guess who's going to win, and tell me why. Li Wuxiang asked everyone.

As a monk, eyesight and judgment are very important, sometimes even more important than combat effectiveness, and if you don't correctly assess the strength of your opponent, you can't fight this battle.

Li Wuding brought them here, including him, to observe and learn.

"It must have been the 'Thin Tall Ghost' who won, and Xiuwei is obviously a cut above the opponent. Ji Chengfei said firmly.

"The most important thing is that the divine soul attack of the Yin Soul Technique is naturally restrained by force cultivation, and I am afraid that this force cultivation will not last long. Bing Hailan also said.

Others agreed.

"I also think that the 'Thin Tall Ghost' will win, because Li Xiu can't fly at all without the help of magic weapons, and the 'Thin Tall Ghost' is so fast that he can't catch up with his opponent, and he can't do anything if he wants to. Even Yun Xiangtian, who is a power cultivator, said so.

"Captain, what do you think?" asked Wei Shanting.

In the few minutes of watching the competition, Li Wuding continued to use artificial intelligence to measure the offensive and defensive effectiveness of the two sides, although there was a lack of information about the two monks, but just from the performance of the two, the AI gave a slight lead in the winning rate of Li Xiu, 57% to 43%, for this judgment, Li Wuding was also a little surprised.

"Li Xiu will not lose, because his strength has an absolute advantage, the so-called one force will drop ten, although he may not be able to hit the 'thin and tall ghost', but as long as he hits once, it will be fatal. On the other hand, the 'thin and tall ghost', although the attack is sharp, is all itchy through the boots, and lacks the means to make a final decision. And, have you noticed, this Lixiu wears a strange headband that seems to be able to isolate the detection of the divine sense. Li Wuding said.

Only then did everyone notice that between Li Xiu's loose hair, a black-brown headband with the thickness of a thumb was faintly revealed, with strange runes engraved on it, faintly exuding a layer of condensation.

"What kind of magic weapon is this?" Even though Xue Yuyan is well-informed, she has never seen anything like this.

No one could answer, and Li Wuding didn't know, he could only guess that this headband had the effect of protecting the sea, otherwise after fighting for so long, Li Xiu would have been cleaned up several times.