Elder Song, I wonder if this year's competition between you and me will be the same as before?"

"Of course, the rules are the same! Start with the disciples with low cultivation first!"

"Okay, I don't know which disciple Elder Song is going to let play in this first battle?

"Hmph, this first competition is still 100,000 immortal jades in my sect! But I have a premise!" Song Yuan was halfway through his words, and suddenly looked at Elder Wu with a smile on his face.

Elder Wu suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, this Song Yuan was originally a treacherous and cunning person, and it was probably not a good thing to want to put forward a premise in the competition at this moment!

"I want to hear it!" Elder Wu was silent and listened attentively.

"Hehe, originally this first game was supposed to be a disciple competition in the Bigu period, but I see that your disciple is very powerful, it seems that he must have something outstanding, why don't you let him fight with my disciple, what do you think?" Song Yuan looked at Wang Yi in the crowd and smiled obliquely.

"I know that this old guy is not willing to suffer, just now Wang Yi's words were sharp, and he didn't save him face at all, and now he still wants to take revenge, but she doesn't know how powerful this son is, hehe, it's okay, if you want to humiliate yourself, then you can't blame me!"

Grand Elder Wu thought silently in his heart, and then said with a shocked expression, "Elder Song, this is not fair, is it? Although this son is a little arrogant, he still only has the cultivation of the Xuanzhao Period, how can he compete with the disciples of the Bigu Period?"

"Hey, that's a mistake, this game is just a warm-up, if your disciple wins, take 100,000 immortal jade and it will be yours, if you lose, I won't take anything!"

"Is this true?" When Senior Elder Wu heard this, he immediately smiled, with a look of joy on his face.

"Really!" Song Yuan nodded, his eyes full of confidence.

"That's good, my Lan Immortal Sect Liudan Pavilion disciple Wang Yi listened to the order! Elder Ben ordered you to fight! You do your best, don't have any scruples!" The next moment, Elder Wu, as soon as his words changed, shouted loudly with a stern expression.

Wang Yi in the audience, when he heard this, he was slightly shocked, and there was a trace of war intent in his eyes, but when he turned his head and looked at Song Yuan on the stage, he immediately knew a qiē, and his heart was also full of difficulties, if he showed his strength, it would definitely surprise all the **, and even cause chaos in the sect, and in the end, his identity would be exposed.

If he doesn't win this first competition, the resentment in his heart will not be able to dissipate, it is really a dilemma, Wang Yi, who was standing in place, shook his head, was stunned for a moment, then put his hands on each other and said indifferently.

"Disciple Wang Yi will do his best!" Immediately after, Wang Yi calmly walked to the center of the venue.

"Okay! Zhang Yue in the Bigu Period, you go to practice with him, if you lose, then you go back to the outer sect!"

Elder Song on the stage saw Wang Yi standing in the center of the field with a solemn face, and his heart was indescribably comfortable, this game was specially arranged by him, and the purpose was to teach Wang Yi a lesson.

"Disciple Zhang Yue listens to the order!"

One of the disciples of the Luoyun Sect, a burly, dark-skinned disciple, shouted loudly, and then walked up to the center of the venue with a smile on his face, he glanced at Wang Yi, and immediately smiled, his eyes full of disdain.

The other disciples in the audience had already begun to talk about it, after all, any disciple could see that this was the conspiracy of Elder Song of the Luoyun Sect.

"It seems that the monk of this period is about to die!"

"He also deserves it, he can't save his duty, and now he actually wants to fight against the second strongest disciple of our Bigu Period! It seems that today is a turning point in his life・・・・・・・・・・"

"Hahahaha・・・・・・・・・・・・・"

"Do you think Senior Brother Wang will he ・・・・・・・・・?"

"Hmph, yesterday ** was not not absent, this person is unfathomable, this disciple who fought against him must have been defeated!"

“・・・・・・”

"The competition begins!"

"Hmph, Elder Song asked me to fight against you, just to let me teach you a good lesson, I promise you not to take your life!"

Zhang Yue looked at Wang Yi with a cold expression, and the next moment he rushed towards Wang Yi, and with a wave of his right hand, an extremely white light burst out, and the sound of the sword breaking through the sky was heard in his ears.

Wang Yi, who was standing in place, hurriedly frowned, and kept rushing back behind him, he must not expose his cultivation in this competition, otherwise it will definitely lead to flying disasters, he can see that this Song Yuan is not a fuel-efficient lamp!

Although Wang Yi's momentum was slightly lower, all the disciples were sluggish, their mouths were open, their faces were full of shock, they saw Wang Yi's feet appearing, walking like flying, like a flying swallow on the sea, moving extremely fast, under this stronger attack, showing a leisurely step, without a sense of crisis, but the solemnity of Zhang Yue's face, even the forehead secreted a trace of sweat.

He couldn't imagine that his fast attack not only did not attack Wang Yi, but his speed was limited, and every time he swung his sword, he was passively wielding, and he had lost the initiative, as if this was not a game, but a show.

Song Yuan, who was sitting on the stage, frowned violently when he saw this scene, and there was a strong uneasiness and anger in his eyes!

"Elder Wu, is this son really a disciple of the late stage of Xuanzhao?"

"What, do you suspect that there is a fake in this? You are a cultivator in the middle of the Yuan Infant Period, if this son is hiding his cultivation, can't you see it? It's really ridiculous! This son is the only inherited disciple of the Liudan Pavilion of this sect, and he is also a genius of Tianzhong, you selected him to compete with your disciple, this is all what you requested, the old man stopped it, but you insisted on competing, then please ask Elder Song to watch this competition! Hahahaha・・・・・・・・

Elder Wu on the side looked at Song Yuan beside him, smiling, looking at Wang Yi meaningfully, and in an instant, Song Yuan's face was elongated, his eyebrows were furrowed, and his face was full of anger, and his heart was full of hatred.

"Boom !!!!"

A crisp roar suddenly erupted in the center of the venue, and its sound was extremely loud, spreading throughout the entire venue, shocking all the disciples, and they saw that this sword that was swinging out more and more was broken in Wang Yi's hand, like a leaf whirling and fluttering in the wind.

The clanging swords kept colliding in the air, and the sound that erupted from the collision became more and more harsh, Zhang Yue's face turned pale in an instant, and the disdain on his face before turned into unimaginable horror at this moment, he hurriedly burst back dozens of meters, and looked at Wang Yi in dismay.

It seems to be a ferocious cheetah, which instantly turned into a sick cat, and can only look at it with cringe, but it can't control the whole situation, although Wang Yi has deliberately exploded his cultivation, but the gap in strength at this moment is still the difference between cloud and mud.

"What ・・・・・・・・・・・"

"How is this possible? Senior Brother Zhang is a cultivator in the late stage of the Bigu period, this kid is also in the late stage of Xuanzhao, and there is a whole realm difference, there should be no suspense, why is there such a difference?"

"This person must have taken some kind of panacea to improve his cultivation in a short period of time, otherwise this phenomenon will definitely not make sense!"

"Haha, it seems that the outcome has been decided, the identity of this senior brother Wang is really difficult to guess! In short, this person has a very good relationship with me in the sect, and he will definitely have a future in the future!" Su Yong, who was sitting in the crowd, thought to himself.

"Hmph, didn't you say you wouldn't take my life? Now you're here to take it! I think you're strong, and you're not even a fart in front of me!"

Wang Yi still looked indifferent, his words were cold, and now he suddenly said such a thing, which was nothing more than to stimulate this disciple, so as not to win so quickly, so that Song Yuan on the table could see what his strength had reached.

"You ・・・・・・ be ashamed to say it! Wait for me to change my sword and fight you!"

Zhang Yue hurriedly counted the storage bag on his waist, and in an instant a silver long sword appeared, he hurriedly drew his sword out, mustered up all his strength, as if he was fighting for the best, and actually instilled the immortal power of the whole body, and suddenly the sword buzzed, and a trace of crack appeared on the blade, obviously this sword has reached the range that can be withstanded!

The next moment, Zhang Yue walked like flying, and a stride came to Wang Yi's body in an instant, he hurriedly waved the sword in his hand, and a dazzling white light burst out instantly, and an extremely amazing impact bombarded Wang Yi at this moment.

Wang Yi, who was standing in place, saw that this Zhang Yue was struggling, this was already his last killing move, but Wang Yi did not have the slightest timidity, but his eyes exuded a strange light, he took a fancy to this Zhang Yue condensed on the blade of the immortal power, he just stayed in the late stage of the rotation period, what was missing was the absorption of the external immortal power, but the immortal power on the blade was the immortal power that Zhang Yue had purified himself, which was a rare thing!

Wang Yi slanted his mouth, his feet took a few steps back, his left hand was closed, clenched into a fist, and the next moment it opened suddenly, and in an instant, Zhang Yue felt that there seemed to be a powerful force in his body, but he was not able to control the reverse regression, and there was a controlling repulsive force that exploded in front of him.

The meridians of the whole body were broken several times for a while, and at this moment, Wang Yi quietly appeared in front of Zhang Yue, his right hand slowly raised, and landed on the sword, instantly absorbing this free immortal power.

"What? How can you be so ・・・・・・・・・・・?"

Zhang Yue shook violently, and felt that all the pores on his body were dilated in this time, and the remaining immortal power in his body was unstoppably absorbed into his body by Wang Yi.

In a short moment, Zhang Yue, who was floating in mid-air, was like a kite with a broken string, fluttering in the wind, falling to the ground with a bang, and falling heavily in the center of the field.

And Wang Yi, who was floating in the air, had a comfortable face, and after a while, he opened his eyes suddenly, turned around, looked at Song Yuan on the stage, and immediately smiled, shook his head again and again, and then put his hands together, fell to the ground, and shouted loudly.

"Disciple Wang Yi, live up to Elder Wu's trust!"