"Hoo ——!"

A faint white gas came out and hovered in the room for a while before slowly dissipating.

The sky was dark, and a pair of slightly bright eyes were shining in the dim room.

"I listened to the sermon for three days, but it happened to make those classics that I read some time ago understand...... It's really sleepy, and someone will send a pillow! ”

Speaking of this, the corners of Su Zimo's mouth hooked, but a faint smile was revealed.

After these years of hard work, now his Dao cultivation is no longer under the Ninth Uncle in the zombie world, and among the disciples, he is enough to be regarded as a leader.

It can be said that winning the championship in this conference is almost a sure thing.

"I just don't know what the prize will be this time."

In the past, in order to motivate their own disciples, various sects and sects naturally did not skimp on that little resource.

And the inheritance of these sects is long, most of them are thousands of years, not to mention hundreds of years, the accumulation is not not thick, and taking out a little thing at will is also indispensable for Su Zimo at the moment.

In the blink of an eye, the sky was clear.

"Bell ——!"

Accompanied by a burst of Qingyue bells, it also heralded the beginning of the Daoist Conference.

Everyone gathered in the hall again, perhaps understanding that today was the beginning of the competition, and the original happy atmosphere had disappeared without a trace.

A group of disciples walked to the front of the stage one after another, and took out a wax pill from the wooden box.

In this wax pill, there was a note with a number written on it, and these sixty-four disciples decided the opponents for the competition according to the note, a total of thirty-two pairs.

After that, the 32 winners were divided into groups and competed in pairs.

And so on.

In the end, the winner was the leader of the conference.

Most of the disciples who came to the competition were acquaintances, except for some who were too old to participate.

In contrast, Su Zimo has become the only fresh face.

In this regard, many people are also secretly speculating, and they have cast curious eyes, wanting to take a look at the details of this uninvited guest.

"Senior brother, what are you?"

When he came to the audience, Qinghe couldn't help but come to Su Zimo's side and looked at the wax pill in his hand curiously.

Seeing this, Su Zimo smiled slightly, and did not shy away from it, and immediately opened the wax pill.

"Eighteen."

After a while, according to the numbers drawn by everyone, the order of the competition was quickly arranged.

Considering that there are 64 people competing, it would be a bit of a waste of time to compare them one by one.

Therefore, the competition is divided into four venues.

In the competition, in addition to not allowing the use of things that exceed the level of magic weapons, things such as pills, talismans, and array flags are not restricted at all, and each depends on his ability.

After all, each school learns differently, and many schools specialize in one or the other. If all of them are banned, will it be difficult for these disciples to go up and test their fists and feet with their bare hands?

In this regard, Su Zimo couldn't help but secretly scold the Fuyu Daoist for being too picky, and he didn't fund him a few magic weapons, or pills and other things.

After that, the group moved to the ring.

There are already disciples of the Maoshan faction here, and they have ordered people to prepare four high platforms, and each high platform also has an elder as a referee, and the elder disciples of the various sects below will also come here to watch the battle.

"The competition begins!"

With the sound of the Buyeo Daoist falling, on the high platforms of the four places, there are also disciples who have stood up for the competition.

And Su Zimo is one of them.

As for his opponent, it turned out to be a disciple of the Wudang Sect, who was also in his twenties and thirties.

"Wudang faction Xuanqing, I have seen this senior brother of the Maoshan faction."

"Maoshan, Su Zimo."

As soon as these words came out, Xuanqing's face also showed a hint of surprise.

Generally speaking, all inner disciples, after apprenticing to the teacher, will have a path number, and those who do not have a path number are either casual cultivators or registered disciples.

And these two situations, on Su Zimo's body, are a little inappropriate.

Fortunately, Xuanqing is not an unreasonable person, and after being surprised, he still nodded decently.

"Senior brother, please."

As he spoke, with a move of his palm, a talisman flew out.

"Bang-"

Fu Seal turned into fire, and an orange fireball appeared in the air, the size of a human head, and attacked Su Zimo.

Xuanqing, on the other hand, did not leave his hand, and a bright magic sword was revealed, and it also followed.

In this regard, the cadres in the audience did not show any surprise.

The Wudang faction takes the Zhenwu Emperor as the ancestor, and its disciples, while cultivating the Dao, also have a certain attainment in martial arts.

However, in Su Zimo's opinion, this Xuanqing's swordsmanship is full of loopholes, with a flick of his fingers, a gang qi flew out, like a sharp sword, and he came to Xuanqing first.

"It's ......"

Seeing this scene, everyone in the audience couldn't help but show a hint of surprise.

"It turned out to be a real gas ......"

And the elder of the Wudang faction on the side showed a strange look on his face, and looked at the Fuyu Daoist: "Old ghost, where did you find this kid, with his age, even among my Wudang faction, I can't find anyone who can reach this step."

Not to mention, your Maoshan faction is still an out-and-out Fu Seal faction, how can you have such a wonderful disciple? ”

"Hey, hey."

In this regard, the Fuyu Daoist also smiled and teased: "Why, you Wudang disciples are allowed to practice martial arts, can't my Maoshan disciples have martial arts geniuses?" ”

In fact, the Fuyu Daoist was also surprised that Su Zimo turned out to be a master of the Gang Qi Realm.

But at the moment, there is a competition on the stage, and he is not good at asking questions.

What's more, this kind of thing is also a personal chance, even if he is the head of the sect, he can't snoop on the privacy of his disciples at will.

And offstage, with Su Zimo's hand becoming a sword, Xuanqing, as an opponent, was also a little caught off guard.

However, as an elite in the door, he was also on guard, and with a flip of his palm, a pale yellow talisman flew out, turning into a faint light curtain, blocking in front of him.

"Bell—"

The qi struck on the light curtain, and the two were also frozen for a moment.

In the end, it was the light curtain that was slightly superior.

And the fireball on the other side also flew in front of Su Zimo, but he easily avoided it, and saw that Xuanqing used the talisman seal to resist his move, and pointed a little.

"Snort, sneer."

Suddenly, several rays of qi struck the light curtain like a rain of swords.

"Click!"

After several impacts, the light curtain also made a crisp sound and shattered instantly.

At this time, Su Zimo had also come behind Xuanqing, and his finger was lightly pressed against the other party's heart.

Seeing this situation, the elder of the Maoshan faction who was in charge of the referee also smiled bitterly.

"In this case, Su Zimo won."

(End of chapter)