Lu Yingfeng's opponent is a nun in Bailu'an, who is in the middle of the same period as her. Ji Chengtian was an early monk of the Langfeng Sect. Qian Jiale met the martial arts of Xingtianmen. Lingyu himself is a monk of the Extreme Yi Sect.

After reading the list, Lingyu found a rule. The monks in the middle and late stages are almost all early monks, which is of course due to the fact that there are more early monks, but she always feels that it seems to be a bit deliberate, so that those who have high cultivation will be left behind.

After a while, Yan Jun on the lotus platform spoke: "Everyone has seen the list, don't waste time, let's start." The first scene, Bai Ziwen of Chixia Palace, Yuanzhi of Lisheng Temple. ”

When the words fell, a faint light flew from the direction of Chixia Palace and landed on the lotus platform. Bai Ziwen has a young face, a folding fan in his hand, and an excellent demeanor, he is in the late stage of cultivation, and he is also one of the contenders for the top spot this time. He bowed to Yan Jun and waved around him.

A moment later, his opponent Yuan Zhi also came up. Yuan Zhi is a middle-aged monk who is described as thin, and he is not as good as Bai Ziwen in terms of appearance and demeanor, and his cultivation is only in the early stage. But in the face of Bai Ziwen, he was calm and calm, and he was not overwhelmed by his momentum.

Qian Jiale sighed below: "The state of mind cultivation of Buddhism is good!" ”

Lingyu agreed. Several branches of cultivating immortals, the state of mind cultivation of Buddha cultivation has always been the best, how do you say that? Confucianism corrects qi, Buddhism cultivates Zen light, martial arts cultivates power, Tao cultivates true yuan, and demons cultivate themselves. Because of being in the red dust, the righteousness of Confucianism often presupposes a position, but Buddhism is not. Meditation also.

The two met. Without saying a word of nonsense, the fight began.

Bai Ziwen folded the fan in his hand. It's his natal weapon. Every wave. A spirit beast painted on the fan will turn into a living creature and pounce on Yuanzhi.

Yuan Zhi put his palms together, the Buddha light around his body was released, and with a flick of his fingers, the Buddha beads on his wrists flew out flat, directly taking Bai Ziwen himself.

Unexpectedly, Yuan Zhi was besieged and could still free his hands to attack him, Bai Ziwen's figure flickered, narrowly avoiding the attack. The folding fan in his hand waved again, continuously summoning the spirit beast.

The gap between the cultivation of the later period and the early stage has always existed, although Yuan Zhi was not shocked and played very steadily, but under Bai Ziwen's serious treatment, it didn't take long for him to fall behind, and he was simply defeated.

The whole fight didn't even take a quarter of an hour.

Yuan Ningzi asked next to him: "How do you feel after reading it?" ”

Lu Yingfeng said: "His magic weapon is very interesting, is it an illusion?" ”

"It can't be considered an illusion. In his magic weapon, many spirit beast spirits were sealed. The spirit beast that is transformed is no different from the real one. ”

"It's actually a spirit ......," Duanmu Cheng muttered, turning his head to look at Song Xu.

Song Xu's White Tiger Killing, in fact, is also related to the spirit, this set of exercises he practiced, in addition to being very strong itself, is also due to his master Yuan Ningzi who found the White Tiger Spirit for him.

Song Xu glanced at Duanmu Cheng and said: "His soul is different from mine, my soul is fused into himself, but he is sealed in the magic weapon, I am afraid that the control power will be weaker." ”

Yuan Ningzi nodded: "Yes, although the natal magic weapon is connected with your own essence and blood, but Bai Ziwen's cultivation direction has abandoned the advantages of the natal magic weapon, which needs to be experienced by yourself." ”

The second battle soon began, and it was a monk from the Seven Killing Valley who faced the Heavenly Gate. These two sects, strong attack against strong attack, although the cultivation of both sides is not very strong, but they play very well.

Everyone watched it very happily, and even Hu Zhifang had the courage to say: "No wonder everyone wants to come to the Liantai meeting to open their eyes, such a competition is difficult to see outside." ”

"yes, it's beneficial." Lu Yingfeng turned his head and asked Duanmu Cheng, "Ah Cheng, if that trick was used on you just now, how would you deal with it?" ”

Duanmu Cheng thought for a while: "Avoid its edge and wait for it to be exhausted." ”

Lu Yingfeng was disappointed: "It's really your style!" He asked Lingyu again, "Senior Sister Cheng, what about you?" ”

Lingyu said: "Of course, it was a sword that cut through, and if he is fierce, I will solve it with one move." ”

"It's so rough." Lu Yingfeng clapped her hands, "But I like it!" ”

Lingyu's style has always been like this, in the face of opponents who are weaker than themselves, there is no need to take a detour, that would be a waste of time.

The third game is Song Xu, and his opponent is a Buddhist cultivator.

However, this Buddhist cultivator is different from Yuan Zhi in the first scene, he cultivates the way of the tiger, and a Zen stick dances like a tiger, which is exactly the right match for Song Xu.

One of the two is fierce, the other is strong, and they play very well. However, in the end, the cultivation was a gap, and as soon as Song Xu White Tiger came out, the Buddha cultivator showed his declining momentum, took advantage of the victory to pursue, and quickly won the competition.

Song Xu stepped down, and a bunch of people gathered around to congratulate him.

The next person to come to the stage was Duan Feiyu. His opponent is a mid-stage cultivator, although Duan Feiyu is only in the early stage, his qualifications are not bad, he has been in the Purple Sword Peak for many years, he can be regarded as the descendant of the Zhaoming Sword Monarch, and the strength of the two is between the two of them.

After fighting for half an hour, Duan Feiyu seized the opportunity, slashed down with a sword, and finally won the opponent's weakness.

This is the first game of this Liantai meeting to defeat the strong with the weak, and after the competition, the atmosphere is very eager, especially the Yuntai of the Zixiao Sword Sect, which is jubilant.

One by one, slowly. Soon it was Duanmu Cheng's turn, and his opponent was a monk from the Seven Killing Valley. There is a gap in cultivation between the two, and Duanmu Cheng is famous, so he thought it would end soon, but he didn't expect this one to drag on longer than the previous one.

It's not that the other party's strength is unexpected, but Duanmu Cheng's temperament......

The monks of the Seven Killing Valley were already fierce, and they were completely fatal when they fought hard, Duanmu Cheng followed the principle just said and avoided his edge, so that the other party couldn't beat him, and he couldn't win quickly.

It wasn't until half an hour had passed that the opponent was exhausted that Duanmu Cheng made a move and won the competition.

After Duanmucheng came back, Lu Yingfeng complained dissatisfiedly: "It's not good at all!" ”

Duanmu Cheng smiled, not angry, and sat down to breathe.

There were no two games when it was Hu Zhifang's turn. Her opponent, Le Ning, is a sword cultivator with a very Zixiao Sword Sect style, with an appearance of about twenty-five or sixteen, a purple cloth with a sword, and a haughty expression.

Lingyu felt that this Le Ning was more suitable for being a sword attendant than Duan Feiyu, looking at this expression and this action, it was similar to Xu Wei Cheng Dù had no eight points and six points.

"Zixiao Sword Sect, Le Ning." When he saluted Hu Zhifang, he was full of pride.

Hu Zhifang was already timid, but when she was pressed by his momentum, she was even weaker, and stumbled to salute her opponent: "Too ...... Taibaizong, Hu ...... Zhifang. ”

Le Ning snorted lightly and directly took out his sword: "Hu Daoyou, please." ”

The other party is a sword cultivator in the middle stage of the Jiedan, and Hu Zhifang is still in the stage of stabilizing the realm, where is his opponent? Left and right, and it didn't take long for him to lose.

Hu Zhifang stepped down dejectedly and returned to the cloud platform of the sect.

Seeing her like this, Lu Yingfeng was very sympathetic, and comforted her: "Senior Sister Hu doesn't have to be like this, the sword cultivation fight is already better than us, and he is in the middle stage, and you are only ......in the early stage."

Hu Zhifang hung her head and replied softly: "Thank you, Senior Sister Lu, I understand." Having said that, it was difficult to hide the depression in his expression.

Someone else is not her, and she won't understand the feeling of being overwhelmed by the other party's momentum when she fights. Hu Zhifang was ready to lose, and she was not surprised by this result, but after experiencing this competition, she knew that she was not reconciled.

She was also a monk of the Jiedan, why could the other party look at her so contemptuously? It's as if she's just an ant that she can crush with her fingers. This is no different from when she was just a foundation building monk before, and she saw her predecessors. But now that she is married, she is a monk like the other party, why do she let others look down on her so much?

Hu Zhifang was stunned for a long time, and no one noticed how turbulent this timid and silent Senior Sister Hu with almost no sense of zài was at this time.

After a few more comparisons, it was Xu Jibo's turn.

She walked up to the stage calmly, without Hu Zhifang's nervousness at all.

Lost a game just now, although everyone knew that this was normal, on the gimbals of Taibai Sect, the atmosphere was still a little low. Now seeing Xu Jibo on the field, the disciples of Zhuji cheered in unison. Although this Uncle Xu is only in the early stage of knotting, she is very young whether she is building a foundation or dwelling. They all hope to be able to stage the third game of Duan Feiyu with an early victory in the middle stage.

However, when he saw Xu Jibo's opponent, the cheering stopped.

In the direction of the Netherworld Sect, a ray of light flew out and landed on the cloud platform: "Netherworld Sect, Ding Yucheng." ”

Ding Yu is about thirty years old, not handsome or ugly, with a peaceful expression, and on the outside, he is a very ordinary monk. If it weren't for the coffin behind him, he would never have thought that he was a demon cultivator.

Lingyu turned her head and happened to see Ji Chengtian. When Ding Yucheng came to power, the resentment on Ji Chengtian's face couldn't be hidden. She looked at Yuan Ningzi with some concern.

Yuan Ningzi also noticed it and nodded lightly to her.

Lingyu let go of her mind and continued to look at the stage.

The two met and soon started fighting.

In the later stage to the early stage, Ding Yucheng had no intention of being polite, and as soon as he made a move, the coffin behind him flew out.

The coffin opened, and countless ghosts poured out of it, rushing towards Xu Jibo.

Xu Jibo only showed a little nervousness at this time, but he was quite calm, and with a pinch of his fingers, a branch fell in front of him, quickly taking root and sprouting, becoming a towering trend.

The Yin Spirits surged in, and the buds on the branches flew out and exploded one by one, destroying the Yin Spirits.

Ding Yucheng frowned, he didn't expect the other party to be in such a posture.

"Senior Sister Cheng," Qian Jiale felt that something was wrong, "Senior Sister Xu, what are you doing?" ”

Lingyu also frowned, and after looking at it for a while, she sighed: "She's really cruel to herself." ”

"How?"

Lingyu said: "Facing the enemy head-on, she is definitely not Ding Yucheng's opponent, so she used the method of self-explosion. Every time a branch bursts open, she will lose a part of her true element, and she may even ......"

"Temporary loss of cultivation." Duanmu Cheng made up the next half of the sentence.

Qian Jiale was stunned: "How dare she ......"

"Presumably, Senior Sister Xu breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, she needs to make a come." Lingyu said lightly. (To be continued......)