Although I was surprised, I was actually prepared, but I didn't expect that I would be arranged to play in the first game, and the opponent happened to be Mu Xiyou.

I've only known each other for half a day, but I'm also the most familiar person in the valley.

Suddenly, the two people who met for the first time were about to fight, and the parties involved couldn't help but be a little confused.

Bian Yao pursed his lips at the old teacher, turned his head to look at the opponent beside him, but unexpectedly found that this guy was smiling all over his face, and he walked towards the middle of the field first, as if he didn't care, and even showed a very happy look.

"Forget it! It's not a life-and-death battle, it's just a daily battle training, and I'll experience this every day in the future, and I'll be randomly matched among the hundreds, and sooner or later I'll hand it over, and this kind of thing is unavoidable. Bian Yao thought in his heart, flattened his slightly tangled thoughts, and simply strode towards the center of the venue.

In front of everyone's eyes, the black-haired foreign youth appeared at the beginning of the year, and the two sides were opposed, ten feet apart.

"This is a kind of actual combat practice, you must fight with all your might, don't slack off, you remember! I won't leave my hand, you be careful!" Mu Xiyou said, smiling at him.

Hearing this, Bian Yao just said "um" and did not say anything else.

At about the same time, the other seven battlefields in the valley, the candidates for the first battle were also on the field, and two of them had even handed over one step earlier.

In the entire West Valley, there will be eight venues for combat training at the same time, and each place will have a trainer in charge of guarding, both as a judge and to prevent accidents, in addition to three young girls who are responsible for healing their wounds waiting by.

In fact, just after Bian Yao was selected to play, outside the other seven battlefields, those Mu clan disciples who were meditating on Hou Zhan did not pay attention to the battle situation in their own field, but instead projected their eyes far away to the one where Bian Yao was. They wanted to know what was so strange about this foreign boy, and what was it that made an exception to send him into the valley?

As for the principal Mu Qiyuan and the female teacher Xi Mu Lingxiang, these two idlers stood quietly not far away, both staring at the battlefield where Bian Yao was, with a hint of inexplicable expectation in their eyes.

The teachers in the valley, although the elder brother is all masters of the Dream King realm, and they have all lived a handful of years, but their curiosity is still undiminished, although they know that what the chief steward says will not be false, but they still want to see the brilliance of the young man with their own eyes!

Feeling that all the eyes outside the field were focused on him, Bian Yao swallowed his throat, looked at Mu Xiyou with a calm expression, and there was a brief blank in his mind.

"Let's start!" the old teacher stood on the sidelines with his hands in his hands, and suddenly spoke.

The three words fell, and Mu Xiyou suddenly raised his finger and shook it forward!

Suddenly, five slender wooden needles flashed out of thin air and flew towards the opposite side.

Bian Yao didn't dodge, and suddenly raised his hand and waved, and saw a big stone blocking in front of him, blocking the five wooden needles in time.

Outside the field, those Mu clan disciples from near and far couldn't help but whisper in surprise when they saw this.

"What's going on with him? Does he know how to fight?"

"How can there be such a waste of spiritual power!

The battle between dream cultivators, especially the dream cultivators below the dream king, if they want to hurt the other party or win, they mainly have to get close to the body! If it is two people with similar strength, the key element of victory is spiritual power, so in the process of fighting, every move and style must be calculated well, and it cannot be wasted!

When using the "Illusory Illusion", the larger the volume of the object released, the more spiritual power is consumed. Under normal circumstances, when encountering an illusory attack from the opponent in battle, if you can avoid it, most people will choose to dodge.

In Fang Cai's first confrontation, Mu Xiyou only released five slender wooden needles, but only consumed very little spiritual power. On the other hand, Bian Yao, instead of dodging, raised his hand to be a big stone, the volume is about the same size as an adult, and the spiritual power it consumes is naturally several times that of Mu Xiyou!

In the eyes of the children of the Mu clan, Bian Yao's actions were undoubtedly an extremely layman's way of fighting! This was a very stupid act of seeking death, and it was also a big taboo in battle!

Mu Xiyou took the lead in taking the lead, and his figure had already fled away from the place and approached the side.

As he moved, he raised his finger and a wooden spear appeared in midair.

Bian Yao's face was calm, not in a hurry, he just repeated his old tricks, waved his hand and a big stone, and easily blocked the wooden spear.

The objects released by low-level dream cultivation illusions have a very limited degree of materialization, and their speed is also limited. At this stage, the "Phantom Shadow" technique is used, which is mainly used to sneak attack, or to confuse and interfere with the opponent's judgment and ability to act!

On the field, Mu Xiyou kept shaking his body, and from time to time he released wooden needles and wooden spears to stab Bian Yao.

He did this, of course, not expecting those wooden needles and wooden spears to cause damage to Bian Yao, but just wanted to use this action to shorten the distance between the two sides, and wait for the opportunity to observe the opponent's reaction and behavior, and wait for the best time to launch a hand-to-hand combat.

In the following time, Bian Yao was basically in a state of only defending and not attacking, and in the face of Mu Xiyou's non-stop attack, he just reacted according to the other party's actions.

Although Mu Xiyou couldn't help pressing, wanting to shorten the distance between the two, Bian Yao dodged from time to time, and occasionally released a flying sword to force the other party to retreat, so as to deliberately keep the distance between the two sides within a certain range.

Half a moment later, the distance between the two remained at two feet, and even the corners of each other's clothes were not touched.

Looking at the other arenas, the two people fighting against each other have already met with short fists, and they are fighting in close quarters!

In comparison, the fight between Bian Yao and Mu Xiyou seems a bit boring, lacking a passion that can only be found in hand-to-hand combat. This made all the Mu clan disciples who were watching with different intentions feel very disappointed, but they couldn't help but feel a little strange.

It stands to reason that if there is such a "layman" type of wrong play, the teaching committee will stop in time and propose to correct it. But the old teachers outside the field still didn't see it, just watched quietly and didn't say a word.

In fact, in Bian Yao's view, the safest way to fight is to use illusory attacks to keep a distance from the opponent, and then engage in a delayed war of attrition to avoid the damage and danger caused by melee combat as much as possible. All along, he thought that this was the best way to fight, because he had never been mentally exhausted, and naturally he didn't feel that there was anything wrong with it.

A quarter of an hour has passed, and the other opponents have changed, but here it is still the same, you use the Unreal Attack back and forth, as if it were a game.

It wasn't until half an hour later that the children of the Mu clan, who had a sneering attitude towards Bian Yao, gradually saw the changes in the two on the battlefield, and then they faintly realized the problem.

Many times, even if a dream cultivator simply runs and jumps, it will consume spiritual power. If it is within the normal tolerance of the physical body, no matter how your body moves, it will only consume physical energy, but once it exceeds that limit, you must consume spiritual energy.

For example, an ordinary early dreamer will only consume his own physical energy when he runs at a speed of four feet per breath. If he encounters a battle or runs for his life, he will often increase his speed to a limit of five zhang per breath, then in this case, he will not only consume physical energy, but also spiritual power to support!

Mu Xiyou's face turned red, he was almost unable to use the "Illusory Illusion" technique, and the speed of his body movement began to slow down, obviously due to the lack of spiritual power. Even if the wooden needles and wooden spears only consume a small amount of spiritual power, they are used more frequently, and it is inevitable that there will be a situation of spiritual exhaustion.

As for Bian Yao, it was much easier, although his spiritual power consumption was several times that of Mu Xiyou, but there was no sign of the slightest lack of spiritual power! The opponent's speed slowed down, but his speed did not change, he still dodged and moved quickly, waving his arms from time to time to release illusory attacks.

Originally, the two of them had the same level and similar strength, both in speed and body style, they were almost the same. Now one side has slowed down because of the lack of spiritual power, but the speed of the other side has not changed. Under the trade-off, the differences and meanings are naturally revealed.

Sensing the change in Mu Xiyou, Bian Yao's face was still calm, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but overflow with a smile.

The next moment, he raised his finger suddenly, and then made a move of the illusory dream shadow, and three sharp swords appeared in the air one after another, turning into three flying shadows, and flew towards Mu Xiyou.

Immediately following, Bian Yao suddenly picked up speed, his figure rushed forward, and he quickly approached Mu Xiyou.

At this moment, Mu Xiyou was very shocked in his heart, he was secretly happy in his heart, and planned to wait until Bian Yao's spiritual power was exhausted, and he suddenly approached and used his speed advantage to decide the winner, but unexpectedly, he made a miscalculation!

Although Mu Xiyou had physical strength, his speed could no longer keep up with Bian Yao, and when he suddenly saw the sword flying, he dodged without hesitation.

However, the figure in front of him was in a trance, Bian Yao had already struck closer, jumped up diagonally, the figure was as fast as a sudden wind, and flew up and kicked him in the chest!

"Bang!"

Mu Xiyou couldn't dodge, his feet instantly left the ground, his body flew backwards and fell more than two feet away, and he fell to the ground.

Bian Yao swept in front of him, and before he could get up, a false palm had reached the door in front of him.

"It's okay, stop!" said the old teacher in a timely manner, announcing the winner of this battle.

Not far away, the principal Mu Qiyuan suddenly laughed and said: "This kind of tactic is not bad, but it takes too much time, and his spiritual power is really far beyond ordinary people!"

Next to her, the female teacher Xi Mu Lingxiang didn't speak, but the corners of your curved mouth clearly expressed the approval in your heart.

In the daily combat practice, those Mu clan disciples often fight to the death, and only after they are injured will they tell the winner. Although the battle between Dream Mania is relatively intense, but after watching too much, there is actually no feeling, especially for the masters of the Dream King realm.

In the entire West Valley, except for the fourteen people who were fighting on the field, and the seven instructors who were in charge of guarding and keeping an eye on the battle situation in the field, the eyes of the rest of the people all fell on Bian Yao in unison.

Many of the children of the Mu clan were dumbfounded, and no one expected that this foreign boy's spiritual power would be so abundant! If this method of battle was followed, among the same ranks, Bian Yao would almost be in an invincible position! This kind of fighting style seemed to be cheating, but in fact it was not!

"So that's how you entered the valley!" Outside one of the venues, the young man in a long robe named Mu Chen was looking coldly at the distance and whispering to himself.

Beside him, a young man with an arrogant face heard his words and said, "That kid is really going to steal the limelight! Young Master Chen, do you want to find an opportunity to make him suffer a little?"

"Mu Wuji, he is the person brought in by the chief steward, and there are rules in the valley, if you really move him, even if your grandfather has the identity of the clan elder, I am afraid it will be difficult to protect you. Mu Chen said lukewarmly.

"I won't do anything to him, I'm just teaching him a lesson for Young Master Chen. There are still five days left before the 'Ten Battles', and his spiritual power is far beyond ordinary people, I want to see how he suffers!"

In Nishiya, the battle training is going on non-stop, and the average time spent in each battle is less than one moment. If someone is injured, it will be treated by the girl of the Valley of Hundred Flowers.

As for the daily afternoon battle practice, it will last for two and a half hours, and everyone will have at least one chance to play, and the stronger the person, the more opportunities to play.

When a round of battle is over, the more seriously injured person will continue to heal or recuperate on the field, and the lightly injured person will be able to fully recover after a short treatment, and then continue to the next round of battle. This is the daily cultivation method of the children of the Mu clan in the valley.

Mu Xiyou bared his teeth and lay flat on the grass outside the field, a pretty-faced girl stood beside him, pressing lightly on his chest with one palm, where he was kicked by Bian Yao.

Bian Yao sat cross-legged on the sidelines, carefully watching the battle on the field.

More than an hour later, Bian Yao was shouted to the court by the old teacher again, and the opponent was replaced, and as a result, he used the same tactics to knock the angry and dissatisfied opponent to the ground.

It wasn't until it got dark that the afternoon combat practice ended, and everyone left the West Valley one after another and returned to the East Valley where they lived.

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