In the early morning of the next day, the three hundred people who won came to the Yanwu Palace, first met with the deputy sect leader Qiu Yunhe, and then drew lots to decide the following competition.

According to the regulations, each person competes five times, and each game has a quarter of time. The winner gets two points, the draw gets one point, and the defeat is scoreless. After five games, the highest scorer qualifies for the heavenly leaderboard.

In Wei Wuji's first match, the opponent was a man in his thirties with a sword behind his back.

"In the lower clouds, the blade is a sword, and the sword is a double kill, please advise. The man clenched his fists and withdrew his sword from his back.

"In Xia Wei Wuji, the blade is a long sword, and it is conceded. Wei Wuji returned the salute and took out the long sword.

Yunxiao sword waved, and the momentum of his whole body suddenly changed, as if the waves of the sea were rolling layer by layer, pressing towards Wei Wuji.

"The artistic conception of innate fire, but unfortunately there is still a trace of confusion, not as good as the Gurung of the Wizard Palace. The strength is only the sixth rank, with such strength, there is still hope for winning the land list, so don't think about the heavenly list. Wei Wuji's faceless eyes swept over, and he saw the strength of the other party in detail, and he could see it clearly.

Yunxiao took the lead in attacking, swords swinging and striking each other, and in the sound of shock, a little spark burst out, and the swords were ignited and burned.

Yunxiao shouted, and between the swings of the long knife, a tiger-shaped phantom condensed and formed in the firelight, and roared. In the light of the long sword, a dragon shape was faintly derived, with a hideous appearance and a dragon groan.

In an instant, the dragon and tiger were two phases, dragging two streams of fire, and they rushed towards Wei Wuji in the air together.

The long sword in Wei Wuji's hand floated up, hung in the air and held a sword flower, turned into a flying shot, and the sword attacked and killed.

Yunxiao felt the power of Wei Wuji's long sword, and his heart was dark, and his hands crossed his swords, blocking the front. The twin forms of the dragon and tiger that pounced also changed direction and rushed towards the attacking sword.

The long sword pierced through the fierce tiger flowing fire, and then through the hideous fire dragon, and the two beast shapes were stirred by the sword qi, turning into countless sparks and spilling to the side.

The attack of the long sword did not stop, and continued to attack and kill, and the bell directly attacked the sword that crossed the sky.

Yunxiao only felt a huge force coming from the long sword, and his hands could no longer hold the sword, and the long sword and the long sword took off together and fell to the ground.

"The victory has been decided, and the two sides have stopped!"

The adjudicator hurriedly stood up and stopped the two sides, "The sect competition, the point is up, Wei Wuji wins!"

Yunxiao picked up the sword, his face was full of shame, and he arched his hand: "Thank you for your mercy." ”

Wei Wuji gestured with one hand, and the long sword drew an arc in the air, falling into his hand, and saluted: "Accept." ”

The two of them each retired from the ring and competed with the other two.

The person who came to power was Yang Ziyou of the Yang family, and his opponent was called Zhang Yue.

Yang Hong and Yang Zhen of the Yang family also came over to meet each other with a smile when they saw Wei Wuji walking off the stage.

Wei Wuji also saw the two, and after seeing them, he introduced Gan Wuya, Jiang Qianyuan, Nie Qingyi, Zhen Shan, and Qiu Yao to the two.

"This is Brother Gan Wuya of Yaofeng, who has admired his name for a long time, he is really fortunate. ”

Yang Hong and Yang Zhen had also heard of Gan Wuya's gambling immortal, and they had seen it with a smile and a fist.

Gan Wuya hurriedly returned the salute and bowed his hand to the two. Jiang Qianyuan, Nie Qingyi, Qiu Yao, and Zhen Shan next to him also stepped forward with a smile and met Yang Hong and Yang Zhen.

At this time, the referee in the ring gave an order, the competition began, and everyone looked at it together.

However, the situation surprised everyone, and even Wei Wuji was dark.

originally thought that Yang Ziyou was ranked 66th on the last heavenly list, and the other party's name Zhang Yue was unknown, and the victory over the other party should be hand-to-hand. But in fact, it was Zhang Yue's long knife that dominated the scene, opening and closing wide, like a storm sweeping away leaves, but Yang Ziyou was on the defensive and struggled to support.

Yang Hong and Yang Zhen looked ugly, looking at the stage and frowning, such a situation was unexpected.

"In addition to the innate artistic conception of wind, there is also a hidden artistic conception of the earth. He is better at the desertification in the artistic conception of the earth, to be precise, it should be the artistic conception of sand. ”

Wei Wuji's faceless eyes swept over and saw the clues.

The classification of artistic conception is complex, and there are many small branches under the large artistic conception. For example, in the artistic conception of the earth, some cultivators are good at attacking such as falling rocks, some are good at desertification attacks, some are good at gravel condensation, derivative stone wall defense, etc., and their respective specialties are different.

It is recorded in the classics that everything in the world has its own context, and if you can perceive it, you can reach it. Cultivators only need to find out what they are good at and slowly comprehend the cultivation, and then they can grasp the artistic conception in it.

At present, Zhang Yue in the ring has mastered the artistic conception of wind and sand, and he is also very ingenious in his application.

With each swing of his sword, the wind raged on the surface, but there was a wisp of sand on the tip of the knife, confusing the other party's eyes.

Yang Ziyou just didn't understand, he was fascinated at the beginning and suffered a little loss. It's not terrible to suffer, the key is that Yang Ziyou doesn't understand, and thinks that the wind is mixed with sand, and he has no intention of being fascinated.

"Zhang Yue is hidden, the real strength is in the refining period, Yang Ziyou is going to lose. Wei Wuji said secretly in his heart.

Sure enough, as he expected, Yang Ziyou fell into a bitter battle, desperate to fight back, and wanted to use desperate efforts to turn the tide of the battle. took it and was swept by Zhang Yue's knife back, and with a bang, he fell from the ring.

Yang Ziyou spurted out a mouthful of blood and fainted on the ground, and several rescue disciples rushed over and carried him down. Here, Yang Hong and Yang Zhen also hurriedly hugged their fists to everyone and hurriedly followed.

"This Zhang Yue's strength is extraordinary, I haven't heard of it before?" Gan Wuya scratched his head and said.

"A dark horse that has reached the top of 300 is probably the type that hides and secretly practices and becomes a blockbuster. Zhen Shan said.

The people watching the battle next to them also had a lot of discussions, and it was a blockbuster to be able to defeat the characters of the last heavenly list.

The competition continued, and thirty rings were all competing, and the onlookers were crowded with sect disciples.

Wei Wuji saw the ring next to him, and there were many more disciples watching than the other rings. Looking at the plaque of the competition, Tie Chengzhi's name was written on it, and he also walked over.

Tie Chengzhi, who was standing in the ring, was about twenty-seven or eighteen years old, and he was the fifteenth in the last heavenly list, and this was also the last time he participated in the competition for the three rankings.

His opponent was a disciple of the Refining Sect, and his strength was a little worse, but next to him, there was a steel puppet, exuding an extraordinary momentum.

"It's kind of interesting, this puppet is good, and it can be seen that a lot of money has been paid. Gan Wuya said beside him.

"Wuya, do you have a study of puppets?" Wei Wuji asked.

"Old Wei, I'll tell you the truth, I'm no less interested in puppets than in alchemy, and with a strength like me, it would be better if there was a puppet to defend myself. Gan Wuya replied.

"The opponent's strength is a little lower than Tie Chengzhi's, and it is estimated that he wants to rely on the strength of the puppet to fight with Tie Chengzhi. Wei Wuji said.

Gan Wuya nodded, and between the two talking, the competition on the stage began.