10 days later, the outer gate guard competition ended, and 100 places were decided, and at this time, only the disciples of the eleventh and twelfth layers of Qi cultivation remained.

The next game adopts a best-of-five system, and if you win four games in a row, you can naturally advance to become one of the top ten, and then the final will be held to determine the ranking.

Luo Yu's goal is to enter the top ten, as long as she gets a place in the Qinghuang cheats, she feels that her strength is no problem in entering the top ten, but don't think about winning the championship.

In Luo Yu's first two competitions, the opponents were all eleventh layers of Qi training, so it was easily resolved. The third opponent was a male cultivator of the twelfth layer of Qi training, but his strength was average, and he was beaten off the platform by Luo Yu with the Qingyun Sword, and Luo Yu and Qingyun Sword were also famous because of this battle. At this time, there were only a few people left in the remaining Qi Cultivation Eleven, and Luo Yu was one of them.

The golden crow rose into the air, the sun shone on everything, and Luo Yu stood on the No. 35 battle platform.

This is Luo Yu's fourth competition, and this time she ushered in a fierce opponent, Hou Yong, who has practiced Qi and perfected, and he is the person with the highest call to win the championship this time.

Luo Yu guessed that the real people who arranged the session might want to eliminate all the monks on the 11th layer of Qi training, otherwise why would the remaining monks on the 11th layer of Qi training be arranged with strong opponents, and Hou Yong was the most of them. However, such an arrangement is also reasonable, after all, in their eyes, no matter how strong the eleventh layer of Qi cultivation is, it is limited, and it will not reach the top ten, so it is better to eliminate it in advance.

"Xiaoyue Peak, Hou Yong, I've seen Senior Sister Huang!"

Hou Yong is polite and polite, and his eyes occasionally flash sharply, indicating that this person should not be underestimated.

"Chaoxia Peak, Huang Luoyi has seen Senior Brother Hou!" Luo Yu returned the salute.

"Senior Sister Huang, look at the sword!"

Hou Yong is a simple person, after prompting, he pulled out a dark and simple long sword from his back with a bang, without any false moves, and stabbed Luo Yu in the chest with a sword.

"Bell!" The sparks bloomed, Luo Yu waved the Qingyun Sword to block, and suddenly her heart hurt, she immediately took two steps back, swept her eyes, and found that a small gap appeared on the Qingyun Sword.

Luo Yu was surprised, this sword was not simple, and Hou Yong was likely to be a sword cultivator.

While his thoughts were circulating, Luo Yu popped out a fireball and hit the black sword, resolving the crisis.

The magic weapon is not as good as the other party, and she wants to fight in close combat but is blocked by Hou Yong's black sword, Luo Yu had to walk on the battle platform with divine steps, ten fingers dexterously flipped, so fast that only the phantom can be seen, the five-color aura is shining, fireballs, giant trees, stones, water streams, and golden blades take turns to fight, and the general will block the attack of the black sword, Luo Yu strives to find Hou Yong's weakness, waiting for the opportunity to defeat the enemy.

Hou Yong has always used the Wind Sword Technique to fight, this Sword Technique can be exchanged for only 10,000 points for ordinary outer disciples, but in Hou Yong's hands, it is a perfect interpretation of the word Wind, fast as the wind, only to see the phantom, completely sealing Luo Yu's attack, and can also see the seams and insert the needle, sending out sword qi to attack Luo Yu.

The stage played wonderfully, and the audience watched lively.

"I didn't expect that this fat woman would be able to resist Senior Brother Wang's attack, and there was no sign of defeat after a quarter of an hour, it's rare!"

"Yes, her cultivation is one level lower than Senior Brother Hou, could she be the dark horse who won the championship this time?"

"It's not enough to win the championship, you see that her spells are endless, and her spiritual power must be consumed quickly, and she will soon lose to Senior Brother Wang. However, maybe she can win the second place, after all, so far, no one has been able to hold out under Senior Brother Wang for a quarter of an hour without losing. ”

"Eun, that makes sense! Brother Qian, I'm going to the gambling board, do you want to go together!"

"Go, go now, but let's move a little smaller, otherwise we will attract the attention of others, and the bet of this female cultivator will change, and our profit will be much less." The monk surnamed Qian said, and the two left quietly.

However, there were not only two of them, but several others left one after another.

However, the person who set up the plate is not a fool, he has a mirror, a high-grade spiritual weapon, which can monitor the battle situation in the entire square.

The man in white was reclining on the recliner, the fan in his hand was fanning from moment to moment, and suddenly the corners of his lips hooked, and his phoenix eyes rose, "Change the bet of Huang Luoyu from the outer door to enter the top ten, from one to three to one to one." ”

The voice of Qingyue had an unspeakable **, which made the boy standing on the side slightly stunned, and then jumped up like a burning buttocks, grabbed the brush to change the bet, and then wiped the sweat on his forehead, secretly glad that he reacted in time, otherwise he would be fanned away by the prince of Chu.

What the boy didn't know was where his movements were fast, but Chu Yang just didn't have the heart to pay attention to him.

At this time, Chu Yang was secretly proud, he bet on two people, one was Song Ning, betting on him to win the championship, but this profit was not much, but it was one to two, that is, after winning the bet, the harvest was doubled, this is still the original betting ratio, and now it has been changed to one to one. The other is naturally Luo Yu, he pressed a hundred high-grade spirit stones, betting that she would enter the top ten of the outer gate, and the ratio he initially set was one to ten, and gradually changed to one to seven, one to five, and one to three. Originally, he wanted to bet on her to win the championship, but was stopped by Luo Yu, because she was not completely sure of winning the championship, nor was she ready to do her best, if she was seriously injured in the competition, she would not delay the trip to the secret realm half a month later. For this reason, she was also slapped a few times by Chu Yang.

"Bang!" The stone was cut in half by the black sword and fell to the ground.

At this time, Luo Yu's spiritual power had been consumed for the most part, and she was considering whether to take out the golden hoop stick, which she was going to use in the finals, so as not to be at the bottom of the top ten. But she immediately gave up, even if she took out the golden hoop stick, she might not necessarily win the other party, or focus on the fifth game, the next opponent should not be as powerful as Wang Feng, even if there is, it will be the same if she works hard at that time.

Luo Yu was ready to make one last effort, her ten fingers were as fast as lightning, and the five element spells were like cannonballs, blasting indiscriminately at Wang Feng.

Hou Yong was hit by the spell and took two steps back, the magic robe on his body flashed, and the black sword in his hand danced densely, until Luo Yu's attacks were defeated one by one, he saw sweat on his forehead, and the tiger's mouth was bleeding.

He secretly admired Luo Yu in his heart, at this time, the incense chopsticks had burned nearly half, and she could still launch such a dense attack, which showed that the spiritual power was no less than him, if it wasn't for the magic weapon in his hand that was not as good as him, maybe he would have won at this time.

"Senior Brother Hou, I admit defeat!" Luo Yu arched her hand, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, without the slightest look of frustration.

Hou Yong was just stunned, the black sword was thrown back, with a soft groan, the flying sword entered the sheath, and he returned the salute: "Senior sister has conceded!" "This is the truth, if Luo Yu wants to fight, the two of them should be able to fight for a while.

"Good!"

The audience cheered loudly, waking up the audience, and the applause came one after another, and the applause sounded like thunder.

But it may not be the most exciting fight, but it is the most enjoyable fight, there are no tricks, no dodging, only-for-tat, one person swings his sword like rain, and one person's spells emerge one after another, reaching the ultimate that a monk in the Qi refining period can do. Everyone in the audience thought that if they were to change themselves to the stage, no matter who they were against, they were afraid that they would lose in less than half an hour.

Luo Yu smiled, shining in the morning light, and everyone suddenly felt that this fat girl had a charm that was completely different from that of other female cultivators, and she was sassy and beautiful!

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