To be honest, if it weren't for Ji Ling mentioning it, Xie Wuwu really didn't plan to use these experience cards.

This child's quality is still very simple, and she feels that the use of the experience card is not fair to other participants, and she wants to rely on her own strength to win a good ranking.

But there was a very important point in Ji Ling's words, which made her heart waver.

That's the outcome of the game, and it's about her fate in the future.

No one is going to joke about their future, and no one is really a saint who deliberately loses the game without using the means in front of them. Compared with some small guilt of using the experience card, it is obvious that losing in the Douluo Competition is more difficult for Xie Wuwu to accept.

So Xie Wuwu nodded at Ji Ling, and began to think about how to use these experience cards well.

"Oh, by the way, there is a meeting of the major sects of Penglai this afternoon, should we go and take a look?"

Yang Yi suddenly asked.

Ji Ling obviously looked unaware.

"What haven't you heard of yet?"

"That's it."

Yang Yi didn't know where to take out a piece of paper, it was an invitation.

"I have it too."

Xie Wuwu said weakly, and also took out a piece of paper that was exactly the same as the invitation in Yang Yi's hand.

Ji Ling was suddenly very depressed, each of you has it, but I don't have it, right?

"I heard that the people invited to this invitation are all above the ninth rank of Qi Wuluo, Ji Gongzi, you, the eighth rank of Qi Wuluo, it is understandable that you did not receive the invitation."

"Hmph, it's obvious that these people have eyes and don't know the real thing, and they don't invite me, that's their loss, and I won't go."

"Master Ji, otherwise I'll give you this invitation. Anyway, after the Douluo Competition is over, I will follow you wherever you go. The two of you go and pick a sect first, and prepare in advance. ”

Ji Ling waved his hand, refusing to understand worry-free.

"No one invited me, and I was asking for trouble when I went, so I might as well not go. Well, you two can go together this afternoon, and I'll find something to do myself. ”

"You really don't go, this is a grand event, I can see in advance that there are big beauties among the senior brothers and sisters of many sects."

Yang Yi looked at Ji Ling and teased.

"Hehe, don't send it if you walk slowly."

In the afternoon, Yang Yi reconciled without worry, and sure enough, he went to the so-called meeting together, and he was not called Ji Ling.

Ji Ling took a nap, and when he woke up, he found that Yang Yi's reconciliation was gone, and he scolded the two of them in his heart for not being righteous.

The so-called sect meeting is actually a friendly match held by some sect disciples on Penglai Island in an empty square.

Those old disciples suppressed their cultivation in the realm of Qi Wuluo and competed with the contestants who were about to participate in the Douluo Competition, so as to judge their strength, and if they met some talented people, they would also persuade them to join their sect in advance.

Those disciples of the Penglai Island Sect, even if they suppressed their cultivation in the Qi Wuluo realm, they were also the highest peak of the Nine Rank Qi Wu Luo, so the people they invited were all people from the Nine Rank Qi Wu Luo realm, because if the realm was lower than them, then it was even more impossible to win.

That's why Ji Ling didn't receive the invitation.

However, not all sects on Penglai Island are eligible to participate in the meeting. The participants of this meeting were all the top ten and top twenty sects on Penglai Island, including the prestigious Penglai Three Sects.

Ji Ling said that he would not go, but in the afternoon, he sneaked to the scene of the meeting.

This square is divided into two parts, one inside and one outside.

Inside is the address of the meeting, and all the sect disciples and invited contestants are in this area. Homework is done in this place. Outside, there is the edge of this square, which is viewed by some people from other sects or passers-by.

Ji Ling came to the place and stood in the outfield, inconspicuous, no different from ordinary people.

In addition to those who were dressed in obvious sectarian costumes, there were nearly 100 invited contestants in the infield.

All of them are not very old, and their cultivation is all nine-grade Qi Wuluo, and they can really be said to be geniuses.

Yang Yi reconciled without worry, as two peerless beauties, they were particularly dazzling in the crowd. In addition, their cultivation is not weak, and they have become the focus of many people's attention.

The people of the three sects of Penglai had a transcendent status, sitting on their seats with their eyes closed, and did not look at these young people in front of them, faintly with disdain.

But even so, others did not dare to gossip. Because they come from one of the strongest sects in Penglai, their strength is very strong. Even if the cultivation is suppressed, it can sweep away a large number of people in the field.

There were many contestants who looked at them with envy in their eyes, and they also wanted to become disciples of the three sects of Penglai like them, with superb cultivation and prominent status, and they would be sought after by people wherever they went.

Ji Ling secretly took a look below, the so-called genius disciples of the three sects of Penglai are indeed extraordinary, although they don't look very old, but their cultivation has reached the high level of Qiwuzun. After suppressing his strength in the realm of Seven Martial Arts, he can still exert the level of about the third or fourth stage of Qi Wuzun.

If such a person came to participate in the Douluo Conference, he would definitely be able to sweep a large area, and almost no one would be their opponent.

"I'm Senior Brother Mu Feng of the Sword Cloud Sect, which junior brother and sister came up to ask for advice?"

A man dressed in white with a sword in his hand jumped to the central combat area. With a warm smile on his face, he looked like a humble gentleman, but with a wave of the sword in his hand, a fierce sword aura rose into the sky, and everyone who approached felt a faint tingling on their faces.

People were shocked, this was definitely a very terrifying opponent, not to mention that the sword in his hand was an aura, and few people could carry it down with that fierce sword aura alone.

The Sword Cloud Sect is a famous sword sect on Penglai Island, they have three major sword god masters, all of them are in the realm of the Qi Martial Emperor, ranking eighth among all the hundreds of sects on Penglai Island, which is very powerful.

There were sword cultivators in the crowd, and the favorite sect was the Sword Cloud Sect, and when he saw Mu Feng on the field at this moment, he immediately stood up and rushed into the combat area with the sword in his hand.

"I am Ling Feng of Lingpu Island, with a cold iron sword in my hand, and I also ask Senior Brother Mu Feng for advice."

As soon as Ling Feng came on, the crowd began to erupt in real discussions.

"I've heard of this person, a kendo genius who has not been seen in a hundred years. I heard that when he was born, he was surrounded by a small sword qi, and he was born with a sword. The cold iron sword in his hand was originally just a very ordinary sword, but after staying with him for a long time, after thousands of battles, the quality gradually improved, and finally transformed into a spirit sword. ”

"What could be such an amazing thing?"

"I'm absolutely right, this is a very scary person. Although that Mu Feng was also a genius disciple of the Sword Cloud Sect. But it doesn't have to be able to beat Ling Feng. ”

"Hehe, these two people have a wind character in their names, is this competition to decide in advance who the strongest disciple of the Sword Cloud Sect will be in the future?"

The crowd rioted, but the two men standing in the combat area seemed very calm.

They immediately knew when they faced each other, the other party was definitely a very terrifying opponent of their own, there was no situation where anyone could crush whom, and if they didn't go all out, they were very likely to be defeated by the other party.

Mu Feng is senior brother is naturally unwilling to lose, Ling Feng usually prides himself on being a first-day talent in kendo, and he is not willing to lose to this future senior brother.

Both of them are reluctant to speak, and they both know that the other is not easy to deal with, so they have concentrated all their energy and must defeat each other.

Finally, Ling Feng took the lead in swordsmanship.

The cold iron sword in his hand was simple and unpretentious, and under the wielding, there was neither immortal light nor Dao sound, it looked ordinary, and it didn't seem to have any power, but Mu Feng's heart gave birth to a strange feeling, that is, if he carried this sword hard, he would definitely be seriously injured.

So Mu Feng didn't choose to take the sword hard, but gently moved to the side, avoiding Ling Feng's edge.

There was a burst of boos in the crowd, as a senior brother of the sect, he still didn't dare to carry it, which was really a bit surprising.

Mu Feng was a little angry, his reaction just now was obviously the most correct reaction. Knowing that it is dangerous to take that sword hard, but still taking it, isn't that a sign of retardation?

But people didn't understand what he did, and they just thought that his dodging was a sign of cowardice.

"Come and don't be rude! Junior and junior look at the moves. ”

Mu Feng lost face and naturally didn't want to come back, so he immediately launched his strongest move against Ling Feng.

"Boundless Sword Rain!"

Mu Feng pointed the spirit sword in his hand at the sky and launched his own exercises.

Suddenly, countless white sword qi fell from the sky, falling towards Ling Feng like raindrops.

Ling Feng didn't perceive a dangerous aura from a single sword qi, but the gathering of so many sword qi could threaten his life.

The area covered by the rain of swords is very large. Ling Feng had no room to dodge anymore.

Mu Feng launched this move in order to cut off Ling Feng's back road, so that he had no place to do but hard connect. The most important thing is that his true qi is much stronger than Ling Feng, and in the end, it must be zero points that can't hold on, not him Mufeng.

Sure enough, Ling Feng had nowhere to dodge, so he could only raise the cold iron sword in his hand to the top of his head and began to resist those sword qi that fell from the sky. The sound of clanging was endless, and those raindrop-like sword qi were like small sharp swords cutting into the blade of the cold iron sword, leaving some small scratches.

Mu Feng's face was also pale, obviously taking Mu Feng's trick made him consume a lot.

Mu Feng was also a little discolored, ordinary people could only support him for two to three seconds under his sword rain, and although Ling Feng was a little pale, he still insisted on it, which surprised him a little.

However, Mu Feng's true cultivation is the Sixth Rank Qi Martial Venerable, although his cultivation is suppressed in the realm of Qi Wuluo, but his True Qi is strong and long, and can support it for a long time, so Jian Yu is not weakening but getting stronger and stronger.

However, Ling Feng had no way to continue to support it, and the consumption of true qi from such a passive resistance to the rain of arrows was very large, and he couldn't support it anymore.

Finally, under the impact of the stormy sword qi, Ling Feng couldn't hold it anymore, and with a bang, the cold iron sword was bounced away, and his whole body flew upside down.

Mu Feng hurriedly stopped the sword rain, not wanting to hurt this future junior disciple of his own.

Ling Feng wiped the blood that overflowed from the corner of his mouth, stood beside Mu Feng, and looked at him with a very unwilling look.

"I'm not convinced, if my realm is the same as yours, I will definitely not lose."

Mu Feng was not annoyed by Ling Feng's unwillingness, but laughed.

"Senior brother, you are indeed amazing enough, if it weren't for my cultivation being higher than you, senior brother, and my true qi is stronger than yours, maybe I would have been defeated in your hands by now. You are indeed a rare kendo genius in a hundred years, and the Sword Cloud Sect welcomes you to join. ”

Ling Feng was stunned, he said those words just now, he was actually ready to turn his face with Mu Feng, but he didn't expect that Mu Feng not only did not get angry with him, but also praised him, which made him very moved in his heart.

"Thank you Senior Brother for your teaching, the Sword Cloud Sect is a sect I admire, I hope I can enter smoothly, and I will rely on Senior Brother's support and care when the time comes."

Mu Feng patted Ling Feng on the shoulder: "This is certain, but junior brother, you also have to work hard, strive to get a good ranking in the Douluo Competition, and don't embarrass our future sect."

Ling Feng clenched his fists, with an excited look on his face: "Senior brother, don't worry, I'm no worse than anyone else, and I will definitely not disgrace the sect."

The first battle of the meeting came to an end, and the performance of the senior brother and the junior brother was amazing enough, and the mutual encouragement between them also moved many people.

The atmosphere at the scene was very good, and the previous apprehensive contestants were still worried in their hearts, afraid that these old disciples would deliberately bully them with their cultivation after they came to the stage, just to frustrate their spirit, but now it seems that such worries may be superfluous.

They also hope that after they can come to power, they can meet a senior brother or sister who appreciates them, and they can benefit from the competition.

"I'm Zhou Ling from Yanhuangmen, have any of my junior brothers and sisters come up to ask for advice?"

After Mu Feng and Ling Feng left the field, a woman wearing a fiery red dress and a very angry figure jumped onto the battle area and threw a big wink at everyone on the field.

Some male disciples who were not strong in mind instantly had some ripples in their hearts, and some of the more old-fashioned female disciples had slightly changed their faces, secretly complaining in their hearts, they were really a vixen.

Zhou Ling doesn't care what others think of her, she is such a free and unrestrained person, if she had to be restrained in everything, she would not have achieved what she is today.

"Senior sister, I'm here to ask you for advice! Look at my invincible dragon claw hands! ”

A man flew onto the stage, his hand in the shape of a claw, and grabbed a certain part of Zhou Ling, obviously wanting to eat her tofu.