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In the blink of an eye, a morning passed, and all the thirty-two martial arts duels were completed, and Ma Yilong successfully advanced by virtue of the luck of the lottery, and got the one hundred middle-level spirit stones rewarded by the sect. At the same time, he made a total of six bets, and with a record of five wins and one loss, he earned eight thousand mid-rank spirit stones from the hands of the four seniors in the Dan stage.

After a short noon break, the afternoon Dharma Fighting Conference finally began, and everyone moved to the valley in the inner hall area.

Four fighting platforms have also been built here, and each fighting platform is also wrapped in a special formation. However, this formation is not used to imprison the use of spiritual power, but to prevent the leakage of spells and avoid hurting the crowd watching the excitement!

This time, Ma Yilong did not draw the lucky lot, and his opponent in the draw was Liu Sheng of the Divine Sword Sect, a disciple of the tenth layer of qi refining, who was divided into the third group of the No. 1 platform. Ma Yilong bowed to Shang Tianda and the others on the spot, returned to the Purple Cloud Sect area, and waited for the game.

"This kid's luck is really good, he drew a lucky lot in the first round of the martial arts competition, and drew an opponent two levels lower than him in the first round of the fighting competition. It's just jealous, I just don't know what the strength is?"

"What makes people jealous is not only his luck, after a conference, he will all defeat his opponents, but he can only earn tens of thousands of spirit stones, this kid ~ mother ~ earned more than 8,000 spirit stones in one morning, there is really no reason!"

When Ma Yilong heard these discussions, he smiled bitterly and glanced at the disciples who came to participate in the competition, he finally understood. Although the conference stipulates that disciples from the ninth to thirteenth floors can participate, almost all of them are disciples above the eleventh level. There is not a single disciple of the ninth layer of qi refining, and there are only three or two disciples of the tenth layer of qi refining, no wonder he is so jealous.

On the No. 1 fighting platform, the first two battles went on very quickly. In the first game, a disciple of the twelfth layer of Qi refining defeated the opponent against a disciple of the eleventh layer of Qi refining in just a dozen moves. In the second game, a disciple of the twelfth layer of qi refining played against an opponent of the thirteenth layer of qi refining, and this disciple only barely insisted on just over twenty moves, and then took the initiative to admit defeat.

When the disciple standing on the side of the stage called the names of Ma Yilong and the others, he and the disciple named Liu Sheng walked up to the Dharma Fighting Platform one after another. Don't look at that Liu Shengxiu is two levels lower than Ma Yilong, he is fearless in the face of Ma Yilong, and he took the lead as soon as he came up.

Four parallel sword qi, forming a square, struck at Ma Yilong.

Liu Sheng is a disciple of the First Divine Sword Sect, and in that Divine Sword Sect, most of the disciples are authentic sword cultivators, and it is normal for him to attack Ma Yilong with his sword qi as soon as he comes up. Ma Yilong's expression did not move, and he also struck out four sword qi, forming a square, facing the opponent's sword qi.

"Boom!"

The eight paths meet, the two collide with each other, and dissipate at the same time invisible, showing that they are evenly matched!

In the audience, I remembered countless applause in an instant!

Ma Yilong knew very well that this applause was all for Liu Sheng, a disciple of the tenth layer of qi refining, and under one blow, he could be on par with a disciple of the twelfth layer of qi refining, which in itself was worthy of praise and encouragement.

Liu Sheng was even more energetic when he heard the applause, and with a wave of his long sword, four parallel sword qi slammed into Ma Yilong's chest, and at the same time raised his other hand and punched out violently.

A huge cold ice fist shadow, flashing with dazzling silver light, wrapped in a trace of cold air, brought up a fierce wind, and hit Ma Yilong's lower abdomen.

His attack was divided into two ways, with four sword qi on top and fist shadow on the bottom, attacking Ma Yilong's upper and middle two ways.

Ma Yilong smiled faintly, and also struck out four sword qi and a pale yellow fist shadow, and greeted him. With two loud bangs, the sword qi and fist shadow dissipated at the same time, showing a state of equal strength. When Liu Sheng saw it, he became even more confident, and his sword qi struck out frequently, and his fists kept waving.

Ma Yilong didn't take the initiative to attack, but just kept striking out sword qi and fist shadows to resist the opponent.

After twenty moves, when the sword qi and fist shadow dissipated at the same time again, Ma Yilong smiled and said: "Brother, it's almost enough, admit defeat!"

When the words landed, Ma Yilong took the initiative to attack, but he did not strike out the sword qi or fist shadow, but stabbed straight with a long sword, pointing the way with the most common immortal in martial arts, and went straight to Liu Sheng's throat.

"Huh?"

The next moment, most of the disciples who were watching the excitement exclaimed in surprise. What they saw was that Liu Sheng's long sword attacking him from the opposite side only shook his body a few times, and he didn't make any dodge and counterattack movements, while Ma Yilong's long sword easily stopped less than three inches away from Liu Sheng's throat.

"No. 1 Fighting Law Platform, Purple Cloud Sect Ma Yilong wins, and then accumulate three points! Defeat the opponent and reward 100 mid-level spirit stones! The next group of duels is ......"

The two of them fought for more than 20 moves, and they were evenly matched, and in an instant, the winner was divided in a vague way, and everyone was incomprehensible.

In fact, before Ma Yilong swung his sword and stabbed straight just now, he had already struck out his condensing energy. Liu Sheng's divine consciousness was blurred in an instant under the intrusion of his condensing energy, and he couldn't dodge the simple attack behind him at all! Although the effect of that condensing qi was only for a moment, it was enough for Ma Yilong.

Ma Yilong himself knows that if he wants to defeat his opponent, he can definitely do it easily, but he doesn't want to do that. A person who had already cultivated six sword qi and only struck out four sword qi against the enemy was enough to explain everything.

However, these are only known to Ma Yilong himself.

In an instant, there was a lot of discussion. However, most people didn't say anything, especially those who were jealous of Ma Yilong for earning so many spirit stones, and the words they said were even more obviously ill-intentioned!

"I thought this kid really had the ability to reach the sky! Now it seems that it's just that! It's really surprising that you can fight for so long with an opponent who is two levels lower than you!"

"The two of them are evenly matched after more than 20 moves, why did that Liu Sheng suddenly stop moving?

"It's hard to say! However, you see that he has so many spirit stones around his waist! If he really wants to buy someone, it is still enough!"

"Of course, if someone gives me so many spirit stones, I will also stand there and wait, honestly waiting to admit defeat!"

Liu Sheng, who had returned to normal, glanced at the sword that stopped in front of him, reluctantly arched his hand towards Ma Yilong, turned around and walked down the fighting platform. To those discussions, he had words of suffering. Even he himself didn't understand what was going on and lost, where was there any release!

Ma Yilong walked off the Doufa platform with a smile, and after receiving a silver disc from the disciple of the foundation building period on the side of the stage, he squinted his eyes at a figure in the crowd and strode towards Shang Tianda and the others.

The person he was squinting at just now was none other than Wang He. In fact, if Wang He hadn't stood in the crowd and made a mistake, there would not have been so many ill-intentioned discussions.

At this time, Wang He had already participated in the first round of the competition on the fourth platform and won smoothly. While he was happy, he did not forget to incite others. It's just that none of this escaped Ma Yilong's attention.

"Disciple meets a few seniors!" Ma Yilong came to Shang Tianda and the others, bowing respectfully.

"Ma Xiaoyou is not only superb, but also first-class. You could have won easily as soon as you went up, but in order to save face, you deliberately hid your strength and endured it for so long before making a move! The old man would be equally happy even if he lost tens of thousands of spirit stones to you!"

The person who spoke was none other than Yan Ping, the predecessor of the Divine Sword Sect. Yan Ping deliberately raised his voice as if he wanted everyone to hear it.

As soon as his words came out, the chatter in the crowd stopped instantly. Although few people really understood the meaning of the words, everyone was convinced of the words that came out of the mouth of this senior in the Dan period!

At this moment, many people also looked at Ma Yilong again with surprise!