In the next competition, Wei Wuji won three games in a row.

The opponent in the fourth game is a woman, whose strength is only one line away from the refining period, and she is good at the artistic conception of wood. At the beginning of the competition, the opponent walked to the side, and several vines were taken out of the storage space, and they actually took root and came to Wei Wuji in a snake shape.

"My vines have poisonous thorns, and they are a thorn all over the ring, see how you settle down!"

The woman stood lightly on the vine and said to Wei Wuji with a smile, "The poison of the stinger is very strong, but I have an antidote, you will only be in pain at most, maybe you will faint, but it will be fine." Now, you can choose whether to jump out of the ring on your own or get hurt by a stinger and faint. ”

"I chose to kick you out of the ring. After Wei Wuji finished speaking, his figure jumped into the air and attacked the other party.

"I'll just wait for you to do this. The woman waved her hands to control the poison ivy, as if reaching out to the sky, instantly weaving a large net towards Wei Wuji.

Wei Wuji's sword against the wind swung forward, the sword qi was agitated, and the poison ivy was cut off by the sword qi and scattered on the ground, ding! Wei Wuji's sword against the wind flew forward, and the sword attacked the woman.

The woman waved her hands, and the poison ivy intertwined into a thick wall, protecting the front. Several other poison ivy, like snakes, continued to attack Wei Wuji.

With a wave of Wei Wuji's one hand, three five-inch small swords shot towards the woman, and the three small swords dragged out three afterimages in the void, instantly shooting out a gap in the vine wall.

"Your sword will never be broken, my rattan wall will protect you!" The woman controlled the growth of poison ivy, instantly plugging the gap and repairing it completely.

Suddenly, she felt a biting chill coming from above, as if winter ice water was dripping on her head, eroding her skull and spreading down, and her whole body suddenly stiffened.

A small sword overflowed with cold light, hanging over her head, and the sword qi was uncertain, like a white snake spitting letters.

"Who said I must have pierced through the rattan wall?

The woman sighed, gave up her resistance, and admitted that she had lost. Wei Wuji won the fourth game, turned and walked out of the ring.

All the competitions were won, and none of them were defeated, and Wei Wuji, at this time, in the eyes of the disciples of the sect who watched the battle, his value rose.

Some people think that he can be ranked sixteenth or seventh, after all, the opponents he has encountered, among the twenty-five, are not very strong. Wei Wuji has not yet met the disciples of the Heavenly Rank, and he lacks some convincing achievements.

But Zhang Yue was different, he defeated Yang Ziyou, a disciple of the previous Heavenly List, killed and injured him, and blocked him from the Heavenly List. In addition, he and Murong Yiran, the thirty-fifth place in the last Heavenly List, fought to a draw. In the eyes of everyone, he can be among the top ten on the list, maybe seventh, or eighth.

Zhang Xian listened to the discussion of others, his heart was not very happy, and said with a smile to the disciple next to him: "I think Wei Wuji can defeat Zhang Yue, and those who don't believe in it can make a bet with Zaixia." ”

"Did you lose at the hands of Wei Wuji, so you think Wei Wuji is amazing?" someone deliberately provoked.

"No, in the next matter, Wei Wuji is stronger than Zhang Yue, you can bet if you are not convinced, you don't need to talk about it. Zhang Xian said.

"Do you think he can beat me?" Zhang Yue walked over when he heard the sound and pointed to Wei Wuji in the ring and asked.

"Exactly. Zhang Xian replied.

"Okay! I bet I won, 300,000 sect merits!" Zhang Yue looked proud.

Zhang Xian smiled, took out a pen and paper, and wrote down two gambling contracts. The two sides stamped the mark on the jade plate of their identity, Zhang Yue snorted, took a gambling contract, glanced at Zhang Xian contemptuously, and walked to the side.

At this time, Wei Wuji won the sixth game and walked over with a smile. Knowing about Zhang Xian's bet, he shook his head and smiled, and sighed.

"What's the matter, Senior Brother Wei thinks he can't win?" asked Zhang Xian.

"No, I'm sighing, why don't you gamble more with him......" Wei Wuji said.

Zhang Xian was stunned at first, and then smiled.

In the next competition, Wei Wuji finally ushered in a disciple of the last Heavenly List, the masked Autumn Leaves.

After the adjudicator gave the order to begin, Akiba did not attack immediately, but looked at Wei Wuji with a straight glare.

"This fellow disciple, if you don't make a move, I'll attack you. Wei Wuji held the headwind sword and said to the other party.

"You're dangerous, I can feel it. "Autumn leaves fought in the ring, and they never spoke, and at this time, they said a word to Wei Wuji for the first time.

"Oh, how can you see that?" Wei Wuji asked curiously.

"I can't see through you, you don't have any momentum flowing out, like an ordinary person...... No, the analogy is wrong, you don't look like ordinary people. Ordinary people have feelings, but you don't, and in the air currents, there is not even your smell. You're standing there, but my feeling tells me that you don't exist, like an illusion of nothingness. ”

Qiu Ye stared at Wei Wuji, his eyes were bloodshot, like the eyes of a demonic beast, "Everything has its own taste, and it is impossible for the human body to be without a smell." There is only one possibility for a cultivator who can do this, and he is good at the artistic conception of the wind, which directs the air flow that blows through his body to other places. ”

Based on this alone, he can infer that he is good at the artistic conception of the wind, Wei Wuji nodded secretly in his heart, but his face still did not change, and said with a smile:

"You can observe so closely that you can distinguish and deduce the mood that I am good at. I think you must be proficient in the art of beast servitude, and the artistic conception you are good at is also related to some kind of magical beast, probably a wolf magical beast, in terms of smell, right?"

"You're right, I'm good at the art of beast servitude, to be precise, it should be the technique of driving away demon wolves. The artistic conception that I am good at, you are right, the artistic conception of smell is what I am good at. But most of the people in the sect Tianbang have felt two artistic conceptions, and I don't know if I have the other artistic conception, can you guess?" Akiba said.

"I'll not know until you make a move. Wei Wuji replied.

"You're dangerous, tell the truth, if I meet you outside, I'll turn around and leave. In the ring, I don't want to be your enemy, even if it's my own sect's ring. ”

Akiba looked at Wei Wuji and said, "However, I have already stood in the ring, so I have to give it a try." That's fine, I'll make a move with all my might, and if you can get the upper hand, I'll throw in the towel, and I don't have to fight to the death. ”

"Please. Wei Wuji said.

Akiba's body squatted suddenly, her whole body lowered, and her back bent into a bow, as if she was in a posture before a monster attacked.

With the two knives in his hands, Akiba's figure popped and disappeared in place.

"What a speed!"

The tip of Wei Wuji's Reverse Wind Sword trembled lightly towards the void, whirring, and two circles of sword qi attacked and killed Autumn Leaves.

The cold light flashed in the void, and the autumn leaves waved their double swords, blocking Wei Wuji's sword qi, bullying him closely, and attacking Wei Wuji with his double swords, bell!

Wei Wuji's long sword held the double swords, and his body took advantage of the momentum, like a flowing cloud, and drifted backwards.