"Your smile annoys me a little. The long-haired young man stretched out his arms, with a look of disgust on his face, and suddenly a "swift step", his body approached in an instant, and his fists staggered out, and his fists were like a sharp edge, which was actually the spiritual skill "critical attack" used by the slave army.

He despised Wei Zhen, and he was even more displeased in his heart, so he used the spiritual skills of the spirit warrior stage, wanting to defeat him and make him lose face.

Having said that, he used the cultivation of the middle stage of the spirit master to use a "critical attack", which is not comparable to the spirit master.

Wei Zhen intuitively felt that his fist was sharp, his fist power had not yet arrived, and his face had a slight cutting pain, he did not retreat, his spiritual power was secretly lucky, and a "Spirit Fighting Fist" was hit without any fancies.

With a "pop", the two immediately collided together in their first hard-to-hard confrontation.

Wei Zhen took three steps back, Fang stabilized his body, in his feelings, the punch was thick and fast, and it was not very difficult to follow.

The long-haired young man's face was a little gloomy, he took advantage of the momentum, and this "critical attack" was also performed with all his strength, but he took two steps back from the black boy opposite. Not only that, but there seemed to be a penetrating force in the opponent's fist, and as soon as he made contact, his left and right wrists cracked, and blood flowed out, which was already a small loss.

"There are two more moments, no wonder you dare to come to war? The long-haired young man was still confident, he didn't think he would lose to a junior spirit master.

As soon as the words fell, he exerted force under his feet, and his figure was like a tattooed tiger, bringing a whirlwind, and suddenly approached again, holding a sharp claw short blade in each of his left and right hands, wisps of cold light flew out, and slashed towards Wei Zhen's whole body.

Wei Zhen had already prepared and dealt with it calmly, and every time the "Spirit Fighting Fist" struck, it would inevitably accurately and accurately disperse a wisp of cold light from the opponent, gradually bringing out a light blue smoke.

After a while, the two figures separated again, and Wei Zhen added two wounds to his body, but fortunately, the injuries were not in the vital places.

The long-haired young man stopped a foot away, spit out a breath of evil breath in his chest, and said with a sneer: "You know it's powerful, right?"

"That's a lot of nonsense. You've already lost!" Wei Zhen said in a calm tone.

"Put-" Before the next word in the long-haired young man's mouth could be spoken, he suddenly felt a strange feeling on his body, and a trace of itching arose from between his arms and gradually spread to his whole body.

"Are you cheating?" said the long-haired young man's eyes were about to erupt into flames, and at this moment he was itching like an ant, and he wanted to strip off his clothes and scratch again.

Wei Zhen calmly stepped forward, the long-haired young man was shocked and angry, but he couldn't calm down and use his spiritual skill to attack, in an instant, he was already standing outside the circle, and finally had to turn around and leave without saying a word.

An hour later, the first round of the competition was all over, and the second round of the competition was decided by drawing lots, and Wei Zhen's opponent was a sixth-level spirit master.

This time, Wei Zhen won't be so easy.

The opponent is experienced and good at long-range attacks, and the spirit weapon used is a long cork whip. Whenever Wei Zhen wanted to get close, the other party either forced him back with a spiritual energy bullet, or used his magic skill to "entangle", which made him suffer a lot. Wei Zhen had no choice but to take out the spirit bow and use the "Green Soul Arrow" to fight against it, he knew that if he continued to consume like this, he would definitely lose, and finally unexpectedly used the "Spirit Arrow", hit the opponent, and blasted it out of the circle while the opponent was dizzy.

At this time, the second round of the competition had not yet ended, and Fang Yan had already been eliminated and remained on the sidelines.

Wei Zhen took out the "Yun Spirit Pill" and swallowed it, while recovering the consumed spiritual power, he paid attention to several competitions in the square, Du Xiaoqiu was still fighting with the opponent, and the other party was also a sixth-level spirit master.

Between Du Xiaoqiu's battles, his body is extremely fast, and the "wind walking step" is extremely skillful, as if this speed is innate, once it is expanded, if it can never stop, it is full of elegant, but it is actually inseparable from his spiritual root's emphasis on the wind attribute.

The people who fought against him were confused by his chaotic body, and they didn't know how to make a move, and from time to time they were cut a small wound by his eight-leaf blue folding fan, and it was only a matter of time before they were defeated.

"Look!"

"Wow, that's amazing!"

"This Xu Zheng will definitely win the first place in the big competition!"

A burst of noise suddenly roared, attracting Wei Zhen's gaze.

In a circle one hundred and ten meters away, there was a figure standing, holding a sword in one hand, the sword shook in a circle, and under each shake, a ring-shaped sword light was generated, and his feet did not stop, rotating rapidly around the opponent, and in the blink of an eye, nine sword rings were condensed in front of and behind the opponent.

His opponent was a tall young man, more than two meters tall, but the spiritual weapons in his hands were two willow leaf knives, the knives flew in his left and right palms, and every time he flipped over, a leaf-shaped knife flew out, slashing obliquely towards the nine sword rings.

"Han Gu is not weak, but unfortunately he was unlucky, and he met Xu Zheng in the second round. ”

Wei Zhen moved closer and only heard a young man with a face full of acne say with a look of regret. Xu Zheng's name, he had heard of it as soon as he entered the slave courtyard, it is said that this person is not a spirit slave, but from a small suzerain, and he stayed in the slave courtyard for training.

"This person's mental power is so strong!" Wei Zhen looked at this scene with some envy.

As a spiritual person, the minimum standard of telekinesis is fifty, and after that, as your cultivation increases, it will gradually increase. When he arrived at the Spirit Captain Realm, his mental power value exceeded 1,000 before he could make the spirit weapon fly in the air. But this is in terms of general spiritual standards, and does not include those who are gifted. For example, this Xu Zheng, looking at the spiritual skills he has just shown, his mental power cultivation has almost reached the level of the spirit captain, so he can have such accurate control over his spiritual power.

"Hopefully we won't meet him in the next round. Wei Zhen's mouth was bitter and helpless.

While there was a lot of talk about the battle on the sidelines, the few remaining matches in the second round ended one after another. Du Xiaoqiu defeated his opponent and also entered the third round.

Under the attack of Xu Zheng's Nine Sword Rings, Han Gu insisted on less than ten breaths of effort, and took the initiative to abandon the sword and admit defeat. Although he was defeated, he was still honored, and a disciple of the Hina Mansion had already taken a fancy to him and gave him a place to accompany him to participate in the trial.

The third round of the competition will be held tomorrow, and at this time, there are only 250 slave disciples left on the field, and after the final round, the twenty disciples of the Hina Mansion can choose to join the team.

When Wei Zhen returned to the wooden house, Xiang Wuyi was slowly chewing on an unknown spirit fruit in his mouth, and when he saw him walk in with a low expression, his eyes narrowed into a line, and he asked with a smile, "Failed?"

"Do you really want me to fail?" Wei Zhen replied angrily, he came back all the way back thinking about how to deal with the problem of how to deal with Xu Zheng, but the result was that no matter what, he didn't even have a 10% chance of winning, unless according to the "Hundred Knowledge", the soul consciousness could go further and carry out "splitting".

Mental power cultivation generally follows the law of accumulating more from less, that is, relying on mental power to cultivate, and constantly condensing more mental power in the soul power space, every time the mental power increases, the mental power value will increase partially, and when it reaches the level of the spirit general, it gathers and disperses the thoughts to condense the "core of mental power". The cultivation of soul consciousness is just the opposite, according to the record of the "Hundred Senses", the first wisp of soul consciousness is a seed, and the cultivator can absorb all kinds of heaven and earth power to nourish this seed, and when it matures, it will be divided, and the second, third, and fourth wisps of soul consciousness will be born...... Until the stage when all perceptions become one thought, but this "thought" is no longer another thought, it is called "soul thought". In the final analysis, the power of the mind is the power of the mind, but the "soul thought" is very different from the power of the mind, although both belong to the human spirit. The difference between the two is that when a person dies, his mind is gone, and his mind is self-extinguishing. Since its birth, the soul has relied on the nourishment of various heaven and earth powers, which is equivalent to having a trace of the imprint of heaven and earth in its own existence, so some peerless powerhouses, after death, the soul can still exist in the world, and it will not be dispersed for thousands of years, and the truth lies in this. But in the way of cultivation, the two intentions are similar, the mind can control the spiritual power, and the same is true for the soul consciousness, the advantages and disadvantages of each have their own differences, after all, the mind power was born in the spiritual era, and the soul consciousness existed in the world of ancient witches.

Wei Zhen pondered for a long time, and took out the white pill bottle given by Wen Lan from the storage bag, which contained two "Battle Spirit Pills".

He poured out one and spread it out in his palm, observing it carefully. The size of the "Battle Spirit Pill" is like a dragon's eye, it is slightly purple, and from the outside, there is no vision, it is almost difficult to believe that the medicinal power contained in such a small pill can make people improve three small realms in a short period of time.

"This thing is good, that guy named Wen Lan has some real skills!" Xiang Wuyi twisted the snake's head on the side, and her words revealed a little appreciation.

Wei Zhen ignored her, and said secretly in his heart: "If you really meet, no matter whether you succeed or fail, you must always fight!" Xu Zheng's strength is witnessed by everyone, and if he takes the initiative to admit defeat, it will not be a shame. But if you give up like this, you will not only lose your enterprising spirit, but also lose a rare opportunity to test the gap between yourself and the other party. On the path of spirituality, you can only advance and not retreat, and if you encounter a tough opponent, you will retreat step by step, and you will definitely achieve nothing for the rest of your life. If you can find out your own shortcomings, explore your own potential and advantages in the battle against strong enemies, and advance bravely in shame, you may not always be subservient to others.

He no longer hesitated, tilted his head, and immediately put the "Battle Spirit Pill" into his mouth.

At the entrance of the elixir, for the first few minutes, there was nothing unusual in his body, but after a while, Wei Zhen only felt that a flame rose in his abdomen, and this flame filled the first main vein Tai vein that he had opened when he was promoted to spirit master, and then rushed into the other main vein.

"Knock knock" - as if the sound of beating in his heart, the power of this flame was like a bamboo, and the three branches of the convulsive veins were opened all in one go, and the ferocious medicinal power gradually subsided.

Wei Zhen's forehead was already covered with sweat, and his face was a little distorted, he stepped into the middle stage of the spirit master, and it was only a few dozen breaths before and after, but the pain he endured was no different from the bone refining and blood melting of the body forging method.

He rested for a while, opened his eyes, and saw Xiang Wuyi's eyes with some concern falling on him, and the latter said in a stupid voice, "Borrowing external strength to cultivate, you have to pay some price", and then slipped aside alone.

Wei Zhenhan laughed a few times and began to practice the "Spirit Fighting Fist", he wanted to familiarize himself with the application method after cultivating to "improve" as soon as possible.