The disciple who presided over the competition was an old man in his fifties named Jia Daoshi.

Shaoyang glanced at his cultivation and couldn't see through it, but from the temperament emanating from him, he vaguely judged that his cultivation would not be lower than the thirteenth order.

At this time, he stepped forward, his expression was indifferent, and he said slowly: "Please ask the four newly entered inner disciples to choose the object of their own challenge." ”

The four of them nodded, and then their eyes looked at Shaoyang and the other six, and their eyes undoubtedly fell on Tang Yuncui and another ninth-order disciple, after all, among the six people in Shaoyang, only the two of them were ninth-order cultivators and the new inner disciples.

One of them stood up without thinking about it and said:

"Wu Guoan, I want to ask Senior Sister Tang for advice. ”

As soon as the front foot of this person came out, another person took a step forward on his back foot, and said with a happy face:

"Honor Mountain, I want to ask Senior Brother Hong Xiuqi for advice. ”

Tang Yuncui snorted lightly and did not respond, while Hong Xiuqi, who was also a ninth-order, snorted coldly and said in his heart: Aren't these two people just using them as persimmons? Wait, you will look good then.

Wu Guoan and Honor Mountain were smiling and happy.

Although Tang Yuncui and Hong Xiuqi did not respond, as soon as the words came out, it was impossible for the remaining Qi Tianzheng and the two to rob them again.

Thinking of this, the two of them unconsciously squinted at Qi Tianzheng and the others.

Qi Tian was expressionless, neither he nor the other new inner disciple stepped forward, and the others below looked at each other, speculating about what judgment they would make.

Long!

Qi Tianzheng took a step, looked at Shaoyang with empty eyes, and said in a low voice:

"Qi Tianzheng, I want to ask Senior Brother Cai Shaoyang for advice. ”

When he spoke, his heart was mixed, but his complexion was not abnormal at all.

Shaoyang smiled slightly, nodded, and then still closed his eyes, and in Qi Tianzheng's eyes, a cold color appeared in his heart.

The last remaining new disciple to enter the inner sect was Qiu Xueqin, who had chosen to cultivate to the eleventh order, this person was the personal disciple of the sect leader Qingyang, and his talent was excellent.

Qingyang was overjoyed when he saw it at that time, and immediately recruited him.

She was two years later than Shaoyang, and now her cultivation has surpassed Shaoyang, which shows her talent.

Her face was cold, and she didn't even look at the new inner disciple, with a proud look.

In order to achieve a quick victory, Jia Daoshi divided Shaoyang and the four into two groups for a duel.

In Yuntian Square, everyone suddenly gave up two pieces of open space with a radius of 100 zhang, and they knew that if such a competition was affected, they would be seriously injured if they did not die.

The first group is Tang Yuncui vs. Wu Guoan, and Hong Xiuqi vs. Honor Mountain.

Tang Yuncui didn't think about it, so she jumped and came to the middle of a clearing.

She was smiling and relaxed, and her long green dress fluttered in the wind, like an elf, full of vitality.

Wu Guoan also jumped to the opposite side of Tang Yuncui, and after the two groups were in place, he said indifferently:

"Please!"

The body shot backwards.

With a low shout from Jia Daoshi, the duel between the two sides officially began.

At the same time, the onlookers immediately quieted down, and they all stared at the two people who were going to compete with wide eyes, for fear that the competition would be over in the blink of an eye.

Tang Yuncui stood with her hands behind her back, her expression indifferent, and her pretty eyebrows looked coldly.

Wu Guoan on the other side was cautious, he knew that even if his cultivation was the same, there was a difference between strength and weakness.

In the use of magic weapons, the understanding and control of the exercises vary from person to person, and the opponent is a personal disciple, and he has no reason to underestimate it.

He looked at Tang Yuncui cautiously, and saw that Tang Yuncui's face was as usual, and he couldn't see the intention of making a move, he was a little vigilant in his heart, and at the same time quickly thought about countermeasures in his heart.

After a long time, the corners of his mouth rose, revealing a smile that seemed to be absent, and his heart seemed to be settled.

He took the lead in making a move, only to see his body shake, leaving an afterimage in place, which was already in mid-air when he appeared.

At the same time, he pinched his right hand, and a silver flying sword suddenly appeared.

Then he pointed at it, and the flying sword with the sound of piercing the sky, and the brush appeared a zhang in front of Tang Yuncui, and the speed was as fast as lightning.

Then, his hands kept changing, and there were words in his mouth, and when his hand shape condensed again, a palm print appeared out of thin air directly above Tang Yuncui's head.

As soon as this palm print appeared, it immediately gathered the spiritual power from all directions. As the spiritual power gathers more and more, the palm print gradually grows larger, and its momentum is also climbing wildly.

When the palm print reached the size of three zhang, it stopped gathering spiritual power, but the power it exuded made people tremble.

The crowd in front gasped in unison, and their bodies involuntarily retreated backwards, they couldn't withstand the huge pressure emanating from this palm print.

Not to mention the disciples with low cultivation in the rear, the whole person has been fixed in place, and he can't move a step at all.

But their chests were straight, and their eyes were full of fanaticism and pride, after all, Wu Guoan was promoted to an inner disciple as an outer disciple.

Shaoyang stood on the stone steps, watching coldly, although this palm print was imposing, but in his opinion, it was just a vain.

"Drink!"

Wu Guoan let out a low roar, waved his big hand, and the palm print in mid-air immediately made a rumbling sound and slapped it towards Tang Yuncui under his palm.

The whole process took a very short time, without any mud and water, and after doing all this, he showed smug joy on his face.

This is his strategy, as a challenger, he occupies a certain disadvantage, so he preemptively launches a fierce offensive to give Tang Yuncui a dismount.

In the face of Wu Guoan's flying sword and the double attack of the palm print, Tang Yuncui's face was still as usual, and she was not afraid at all.

The moment the flying sword approached, she snorted coldly, her heart moved slightly, and she saw a silver ribbon wrapped around her waist suddenly rise, instantly blocking her in front of her.

With the sound of a bell, the silver flying sword that shot out of it pierced the ribbon with a metallic crash.

But in the next moment, I saw a burst of silver ribbons spinning, winding the flying sword up.

With a loud bang, the silver flying sword was actually broken from it, and the divine consciousness attached to it did not escape, and was scattered under the wild roll of the silver ribbon.

Immediately, Tang Yuncui was not in a hurry, her fingers pointed upwards slightly, and the silver ribbon rolled up like a coiled snake, and instantly hit the palm that fell straight down.

There was no cracking, only the sound of glass shattering, and a trace of crack appeared in the palm of the spiritual power condensed, and its falling momentum also decreased sharply.

But as the coiled ribbon drilled into the palm of the hand like an electric drill, the cracks in the palm of the spiritual power hand became more and more, and its falling momentum became more and more rapid.

In the end, it completely shattered with a click a foot above Tang Yuncui, turning into pieces of glass-like shards and sputtering out.

The surrounding disciples were in ecstasy, and the fragments like glass were completely composed of spiritual power, so they scrambled to roll the fragments into their mouths with big hands.

Even some disciples were even more crazy, moving their hands together, swallowing the fragments rolled in their hands like wolves, and before they could absorb them, they began to reach out and grab the other falling fragments.

Corresponding to their mood is Wu Guoan.

At the moment when the silver flying sword was shortened by the ribbon, he snorted, his brain shook, his consciousness tingled, his face instantly turned pale, and his face was dead and silent.

He stared at Tang Yuncui coldly, and a chill rose in his heart, the silver flying sword was named Bai Slash, who had followed him since he had practiced, and could be said to be his close partner.

Now that it was broken abruptly, he was indignant.

At the moment when the palm prints were scattered, he pinched the trick again, and the marks on his hands kept changing.

As the speed of the transformation became faster and faster, suddenly a burst of golden light emanated from his body, and its light became more and more intense, so that the dazzling light pierced everyone's eyes.

The people around them were amazed, they closed their eyes, held their breath, and used their divine sense to check with all their might, such a competition was undoubtedly extremely good for their cultivation.

When Wu Guoan's body reached its peak, the surroundings were as beautiful as a layer of golden glow.