The pressure on the Qingyun faction is still very high, this time only wins, not defeats, otherwise there will be no Qingyun faction in the world.

Early in the morning, the head of the Qingyun Sect held a meeting and mobilized the disciples of the entire sect to participate.

Nanyin's smile has decreased a lot in the past few days, and she has a sad face all day long. The fat man couldn't bear it, gritted his teeth, and also signed up with Lin Tian to participate in the internal selection of the Qingyun faction. Only the top five disciples are eligible to participate in the sect competition of the Qin State.

This year's new inner disciples, Lin Tian and the fat man are the only two who have signed up. Everyone else is lacking in confidence, after all, they have only been cultivating for a few months, how can they compare to their senior brothers and sisters who have been cultivating for a few years? Of course, the one who has the least confidence should be the fat man. His hands were shaking when he signed up.

After the fat man finished registering, Zhao Xin teased on the side: "Fat man, I can't see it, you actually signed up! Not to mention, your size is quite suitable for being a sandbag for senior brothers and sisters!"

"For love! It's sweet to be beaten!" The fat man kept cheering for himself in his heart.

He didn't dare to think about winning the top five, he just hoped to be beaten less, so that Nanyin could see that he was also working hard, not a fat man who was lazy and lazy. Lin Tian admires the fat man, he signed up because he has some confidence in his own strength, and the fat man still signs up even though he has no confidence, which is also a kind of courage.

Lin Tian and the fat man didn't wait long, they just finished registering that morning and started the game in the afternoon. A total of thirty-two people signed up, which was a little less than Lin Tian expected. But it's normal to think about it, after all, you have to be under the age of twenty, and this requirement restricts many people.

"Lin Tian, what is the number you were assigned?" the fat man asked Lin Tian with a wooden number plate in his hand.

Lin Tian saw that the fat man's number was written twenty-three, and smiled: "Mine is sixteen!"

"Great! I don't have to be in the same venue as you!" the fat man smiled happily with a sigh of relief.

The race is played on two pitches at the same time, with numbered cards from 1 to 16 on the left and 17 to 32 on the right. The Final Four are not played at the same venue until the Final Four are left at each venue.

Lin Tian's first matchup in this venue was Zhang Huan and Wang Meng. Both of them are high-level humans. For Zhang Huan, Lin Tian had some impressions, he was the same person when he tested his spirit body.

Zhang Huan held a sword about one meter long, which was not a weapon in the traditional sense, but Zhang Huan's own spirit body. It is precisely because of this that Zhang Huan is handy to use and smooth.

Cultivators with spirit bodies as swords were not uncommon in the Heavenly Palace. Lin Tian remembered that there was a big force in the Heavenly Palace called the Sword Sect, and the spirit bodies of all the monks in the sect were swords, without exception. Only a cultivator whose spirit body is a sword is qualified to worship his disciples. The head of the Sword Sect is known as the Lord of the Nine Swords, and the spirit body is famous for being nine identical swords. Lin Tian's father said that the nine swords came out together, and there were few people under the god realm who were the opponents of the Lord of the Nine Swords. It can be seen that the power of the Lord of the Nine Swords is extremely strong.

Zhang Huan stabbed out with a sword, with a silver-white light, and suddenly came to Wang Meng. Wang Meng didn't expect Zhang Huan's sword to be so fast, and in a hurry, he used his vitality to conjure a blue water shield as transparent as a mirror in mid-air, which blocked Zhang Huan's sword momentum. Then quickly retreated.

"This Wang Meng's spirit body is not bad, it is actually a water spirit body!" Lin Tian said secretly in his heart.

Water is the most volatile, often inflicting unexpected damage on opponents.

Wang Meng immediately turned defense into offense, condensed a water ball in his right hand, and immediately threw it at Zhang Huan. Zhang Huan did not dodge, but stabbed directly at the water balloon.

Seeing this, Wang Meng chuckled lightly and said silently: "Burst!"

Before Zhang Huan's sword could stab the water ball, the water ball immediately exploded in the air, and most of the water droplets splashed violently on his body, and he was forced back a few steps and suffered some internal injuries. Wang Meng took advantage of the victory to pursue, condensed a water ball with his left and right hands respectively, and quickly threw it to the place where Zhang Huan was, as he had just done.

Zhang Huan suffered a dark loss, how could Wang Meng succeed again this time, and immediately dodged to the dead corner of the water balloon, Wang Meng had no time to use his vitality to make the water balloon burst, Zhang Huan's sword had already attacked Wang Meng, and he couldn't avoid it, and he was hit by a sword in his right leg and fell to the ground.

Zhang Huan instantly came to Wang Meng's side, put the sword on Wang Meng's neck in his right hand, and said a little breathlessly: "Wang Meng, admit it! If your water polo is more powerful, I'm afraid I won't have a chance to play the sword!"

"The vitality is not as strong as yours, and it is normal to fail!" Wang Meng said with a sigh.

In the first game, Zhang Huan vs. Wang Meng, Zhang Huan won.

Lin Tian didn't think that Wang Meng was losing in the vitality, but that he was careless, and he was not really familiar with his water spirit body, if it was not condensed into a water ball in the end, the winning rate would be improved, the water was changing, if the opponent knew what was changing, then the power would be greatly reduced.

Lin Tian yawned, the next few duels were indeed a bit boring, basically as long as whoever had a good spirit quality could win, there was no suspense. The focus is entirely on the improvement of cultivation, and the importance of being familiar with the flexible use of the spirit body is neglected. In Lin Tian's opinion, it is more important to use the spirit body, you must not only know your own spirit body, but also know how to use your own spirit body, and you must have some understanding of the opponent's spirit body, so that the duel is more targeted.

He suddenly remembered that when he was in the Heavenly Palace before, he was often forced by Hei Bo to read all kinds of books about the introduction of spirits, and his little butt was beaten a lot for this, and he was in pain and nostalgic.

Lin Tian noticed that there had been three games in the next venue, and this one it was the fat man's turn to play.

In fact, Lin Tian has always been puzzled by the cultivation of the fat man, and the cultivation of others is to constantly communicate with the vitality, including himself, but the fat man is a big exception. The fat man is very lazy about cultivation, and he sleeps every day except for eating, especially when it comes to sleeping, and he never gets up if he doesn't sleep enough for eleven hours. Despite this, the fat man's cultivation did not fall at all, sleeping is cultivation, and when he woke up a few days ago, he suddenly realized that he was a human-level intermediate level. Not to mention that Lin Tian was a little confused, the fat man couldn't figure it out, he fell asleep stupidly, and then broke through. In the Heavenly Palace, Lin Tian had never heard of such a good thing, just sleeping could improve his cultivation.

The fat man's opponent was a fierce senior sister named Zhong Wuyan, who held a sledgehammer in both hands. Like Zhang Huan, the sledgehammer is Zhong Wuyan's spirit body. In the cultivation world, most people's weapons are their own spirit bodies, which is easier to use and can exert greater power. For example, the spirit body is one's natural left and right hand, and it is more convenient to use than a prosthetic.

Of course, there are also some cultivators whose weapons are not their own spirit bodies. For example, after entering the divine realm, one's spirit body can be used by others. Lin Tian once took his father's Yuan Emperor's spirit body, the Mighty Sword. That was also the time he had to enter the heaven-level high level to pick it up with great difficulty.

The fat man said that he was not afraid, and his fat was trembling. I didn't dare to sign up, but I met the hot-tempered Sledgehammer sister in the young generation of the Qingyun faction in the first game.

God bless the fat man.

The fat man said with a smile on his face: "Sister Sledgehammer... Oh no, senior sister lightly, the fat man's little body is not beaten!"

Zhong Wuyan looked at the fat man in front of him, who was half a head taller than himself and twice as wide as himself, and his head was full of black lines.

This is still a small body? No beating? There is no more beating in the sky!

Zhong Wuyan didn't let go of the fat man, picked up the hammer and beckoned in the direction of the fat man. The hammer was quite heavy, but Zhong Wuyan had more strength. The speed was not slow at all, as if the hammer was a piece of iron in her hand.

If this hammer is on the fat man, no amount of fat will be useless. If you are not seriously injured, you will fall.

The fat man was the most afraid of pain, seeing that Zhong Wuyan had no intention of showing mercy to his subordinates, he was so frightened that he sat down on the ground and narrowly avoided Zhong Wuyan's attack. Zhong Wuyan's sledgehammer landed just on the open ground between the fat man's legs.

"Mother, I almost can't have a baby!" The fat man was really frightened, and subconsciously cried out regardless of his face.