The young monk sighed helplessly.

"That's why I said that Fang Qian is boring, and Daoist friends seem to have just come and don't know the rules. Those who participate in the trial competition have a chance to admit defeat. It does not affect their final score. If you didn't have this rule, you might be able to watch a good show. ”

Nangong Xiao thanked him, and also stopped to wait for the next fight.

After another half an hour, he finally waited for Feng Changqing's shot.

His opponent this time was a sturdy loose cultivator dressed in red, and it seemed that he had no chance to admit defeat, with a face full of determination, and he used all his strength as soon as he came up.

The two low-level high-grade talismans were directly used by him. One turned into a golden helmet and armor to protect itself, and the other formed a dense rain of swords and shot towards Feng Changqing, causing bursts of exclamations from the audience.

Feng Changqing walked towards the opponent unhurriedly, or it looked like he was walking.

He walked with his hands in his hands, and he could always pass through the gaps in the rain of swords, like a leisurely stroll. But in fact, his speed seems to be slow but fast. The gold-clad monk slapped several amulets on his legs, trying to distance himself from him, but in vain.

Feng Changqing narrowed the distance between the two at his own pace, like a cat playing with a mouse, and when he was less than three feet away, he finally showed his right hand.

This was also his last shot in this fight.

A whirlwind swept the red-clothed cultivator into the air.

Nangong Xiao could clearly see that the monk's body was flying helplessly in the air, and the Wind Resisting Technique was completely useless. The wind swirling around him was like a myriad of tiny blades slicing wildly through his golden armor.

If it weren't for the monk's quick reaction and timely admitting defeat. It is estimated that the person who fell to the ground at that time would not be a pale monk, but a clean skeleton.

This reminded Nangong Xiao of Bai Qi's wind, but Bai Qi's wind was even more domineering, and he should be able to knock the opponent off the field with one move, and there was no place to stand.

Nangong Xiao secretly compared himself with the other party, and I have to say that it is very difficult to win Feng Changqing, and it is even more difficult to kill the other party.

The speed of the wind cultivator was too fast, even if Nangong Xiao used all his strength with the Qiankun Nine Palace Steps, Divine Walking Talismans, and Wind Resisting Techniques, he could only catch up with the opponent in a short distance.

But if the other party fights with him, the result is really not good, after all, the Qiankun Nine Palace Steps can't be performed for a long time.

Feng Changqing won eleven consecutive battles and qualified for the decisive battle in advance, it can be said that he is already a disciple of the Purple Void Sect, but there is a difference between the inner gate and the outer gate.

Everyone in the audience took advantage of the fact that there was no competition on the field and began to discuss the competition just now.

Someone couldn't help but sigh: "Feng Changqing is still as powerful as ever." ”

"yes, yes." Several people nearby chimed in.

"Feng Changqing is really powerful. I really want to be his companion. ”

Several nuns' eyes flowed.

The crowd paused for a moment, and then began to discuss again.

"But I think Qian Lingling from the Beast Control Sect should be able to beat him, that girl has a golden feather carving as a spirit pet. This kind of open testing ground is not her world. ”

"It's also very possible that Mo Hori of the Demon Demon Sect has three powerful ghosts, and the heartless roar they made together has even brought down a large number of onlookers."

"I don't understand, what is the excitement of an ancestor's grandson who has nothing to do in the trial ground?"

"You don't know," a middle-aged monk in a yellow robe said mysteriously, "The grandsons of the Immortal Ancestor are all righteous grandsons, and only by completing the test can they sit firmly in the position of the righteous grandson." ”

The person next to him exclaimed in a low voice: "It's all righteous grandson!?" The internal competition within the Demon Demon Sect is really fierce. ”

Then another monk thought of a man.

"It's not bad that the words on the side of the Hundred Refining Gate are correct, some small formations with the attacks of talismans and magic weapons make people unguardable."

The yellow-robed middle-aged monk was dismissive of this.

"What you said is ordinary, Mu Xin on the Meditation Nunnery Proving Ground, you know? Twenty-eight Fangling can comprehend the sword intent, yesterday can be said to be amazing to the audience, even the leader of the Jingxin Nunnery, the elder lantern master, was too alarmed. The apprentice was accepted on the spot. ”

"You can master the sword intent during the Qi cultivation period, how can this make others live?" A male cultivator looked up to the sky and sighed.

"What's this, I heard that there are also a few people at the level of the inheritance disciples and young masters of various factions who comprehend the sword intent during the Qi cultivation period. It's just that you don't know too much. ”

Nangong Xiao listened to these discussions and thought to himself.

It seems that there are already monks emerging in the testing grounds of various sects.

The wind of the Purple Void Sect is evergreen, the words of the Hundred Refining Sect are not wrong, the Qian Lingling of the Beast Control Sect, the Mu Xin of the Meditation Nunnery, and the Mo Hori of the Ghost Demon Sect.

If there is no accident, they can all be selected into their respective sects to become inner disciples.

I should also take away my impetuous thoughts that have been successfully introduced recently.

Well, that's not right. What about the Battle Spirit?

He asked the yellow-robed middle-aged monk who had revealed the most news just now, "This fellow Daoist, why didn't you hear everyone mention the Battle Qi Hall?" ”

The middle-aged monk in the yellow robe had a lot of insights just now, which attracted everyone's attention, and he was very useful in his heart.

Nangong Xiao's question just scratched his itch again.

He gloated and said: "Little friend doesn't know, this battle spirit, I don't know what bad luck has fallen this year." There is no one who stands out on the proving ground. The face of the elder Li who led the team was as black as the bottom of the pot, and the disciples around him did not dare to come within five feet of him. ”

The people around him were all holding back their laughter when they heard this.

Nangong Xiao was also happy in his heart, and felt that this battle qi hall was indeed unlucky.

Zhanqitang is the most martial sect among the six sects, and the practice of the exercises is mainly based on killing, supplemented by cultivation, because battle is cultivation, so the number of inner disciples in the fighting trial is also more than that of other sects, and the top three are taken.

I didn't expect that with such generous conditions, the quality of recruiting disciples was not as good as that of other sects.

Aside from bad luck, there's really no way to explain this strange phenomenon.

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In a secret room.

"Young master, our shadow son has found out the identity of the monk who handed over the task, this is the imprint of that person's divine sense."

The monk who spoke lowered his head and respectfully presented a jade slip.

The light in the secret room was dim, and the young master sat in the shadows and couldn't see his face clearly.

He raised his hand to take the jade slip and pressed it to the center of his eyebrows.

His expression changed from surprise to smile, and finally to suspicion.

"Jing Wen, what kind of task does the topaz waist card correspond to?"

Jing Wen thought for a while, and replied affirmatively: "The corresponding task is numbered Yixin, to hand over a thousand-year-old immortal root." ”

An inexplicable smile appeared on the corner of the young master's mouth.

"The Immortal Root is the main medicine for refining the Dead Wood Fengchun Pill, and it is a task specially entrusted by the two ancestors of the Purple Void Sect, Zi and Qing, but I didn't expect Brother Nangong to complete it. It's funny. ”

He looked at Jing Wen.

"Tell the disciples over there that the task has been completed well, but you still have to keep an eye on that side to see who else has completed the long-term task."

"Yes, young master." After speaking, Jing Wen exited the secret room.

At this time, the young master got up and paced, revealing his appearance in the dim light.

White up.

He looked up at the dim fluorite on the top of the secret room and said to himself: "It seems that there should be a chance to catch up with Brother Nangong in the future, I hope it will not become an enemy." ”

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Nangong Xiao was looking through the jade slips in his small courtyard at this time.

This is an ice spell he just bought from Parkway.

There were three spells in total, which were low-level spells from the bottom to the top grade, and they cost him one hundred and ninety spirit stones.

For Nangong Xiao, it was really a hemorrhage, but the only thing he could see about the ice spell was Baihuilou, so he could only be slaughtered obediently.

The first spell is called "Ice Walking", which is a low-level low-grade small spell that allows the monk who casts it to glide quickly on the ice freely, which is indeed very useful for Qi cultivators on the frozen lake.

But in the same way, in the Yunxi Mountains, a region with four distinct seasons, the space that Bingxing can play is limited, so it is not concerned.

However, Nangong Xiao also has no plans to go to the lake in winter. He was going to do some experiments, and took out ten talismans that he had newly drawn yesterday, and the low-level low-grade "Frozen".

It sounds like a good name, but it's a pity that it's mediocre. A talisman can only freeze the ground for four feet, and the ice layer is only a thin three inches thick, and ordinary warriors can break it with one foot, which is not very practical.

But Nangong Xiao had no intention of freezing his opponent, and after throwing ten ice talismans in the small courtyard, the entire ground was frozen.

At this time, even the weeds that were originally sporadically distributed and were still struggling have failed to survive, and they can only wait for the next year to see if they can germinate.

He pinched the law with his hands, a layer of white light rose from the soles of his feet, and when he stepped on the ice, he immediately felt as if he was on the ground.

Trying to glide forward a few feet, it turned out to be much easier than he expected. He'd skated before, but he wasn't as good as ice walking.

In this small frozen courtyard, Nangong Xiao is like a top figure skater, doing all kinds of difficult movements dexterously and quickly, and finally ends with a flip in the air for six and a half weeks and then landing on one foot.

Well, as always, I broke the world record.

After some amusement to himself, he pinched his fingers again.

With his movements, a five-foot ice pick quickly appeared beside him, exuding a chill.

"Go."

The icicle roared away at a bowl-thick fruit tree three feet away.

With a "click", the fruit tree was pierced. The ice picks burst through the ice and plunged into the ground.

Nangong Xiao nodded, the power of this low-level mid-grade spell ice pick is not bad.

However, he was still a little dissatisfied, after all, he had seen the power of the crocodile's mouth and more than a dozen ice picks, and his spells seemed to be a hatchet.

Now he can only be more than the upper than the bottom, and he is a Q-style self-comfort.

According to Xiao Er, who sells his own spells, compared to other beginners, the progress of learning ice spells by himself can be described as a flying progress.

In terms of power, ordinary monks can only condense three-foot ice picks, and the ice picks they condense reach five feet, which is not much better than the high-grade ice spirit root.