Han Li didn't know what the disciples of the Ancient Sword Sect were crazy about, and as soon as they met, they provoked him, wanting to test their swordsmanship, and the elders of the Ancient Sword Sect were also indulgent disciples.

Therefore, even Song Yu, who had the weakest temperament, opened his mouth and asked Han Li to let the disciples of the Ancient Sword Sect give him some advice.

In secret, he spread the word, only winning, not defeating.

How could Han Li disagree, and then the disciples of the Ancient Sword Sect were miserable.

Under the sympathetic gaze of Lian Feihua, they were defeated by Han Li one after another along the way.

No comparison, it is a pure competition in swordsmanship.

Without any magic weapon, the Qingyuan Sword Mang defeated all the disciples of the Ancient Sword Sect with one hand, including Meng Di, the disciple of the innate sword body.

This is not compared to the art of Edgeworth's flight, but unfortunately, it still loses.

Subsequently, the strange bird appeared in the sky above the square first, and then, the bird carried everyone down one after another, and Song Yu and other monks of Jiedan greeted and took care of the elder of Baiqiao.

"What a showmanship you're doing! Now everyone will be targeting you. If you really lose, it's up to you how you end. ”

Mu Peiling pulled Han Li aside, and he didn't have a good air.

"Please, they provoked first, and Uncle Song has spoken, what can I do. Besides, it's targeted. You don't know how good I am. ”

Han Li smiled.

Hearing this, Mu Pei Lingqiao's face turned pink and glared at the former fiercely.

In the end, she still didn't stick to the bottom line and handed over her body, but fortunately, she has now reached the late stage of foundation building. And it is still more than a hundred years of life, which is enough to get married.

The main thing is that the two made a bet, if Han Li can become the first in the selection competition, she will let him kiss Fang Ze.

And she did not fall into the benefits, with the help of double cultivation, she successfully broke through the late stage of foundation building, and her strength increased greatly.

And the marrow knows the taste, so the two have hardly been separated in the past two months.

If it weren't for the start of the trial conference, it is estimated that there would be a lot of time.

Now that he had obtained his body and mind, there was no need for Han Li to hide it, so he told Mu Peiling all the details of his cultivation.

Of course, it also includes the matter of coveting Song Yu, although Mu Peiling felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, he didn't say anything.

As compensation, Han Li gave Mu Peiling the Jade of the Spirit Eye that he had obtained from the Luoyun Sect, as well as a large number of high-grade demon pills refined from the elixir, magic weapons, and a Nine Songs Spirit Pill.

Although she was only a concubine, it seemed to be the best choice for Mu Peiling, and Han Li treated her very well.

Besides, being able to get the help of a Yuanying monk, don't say that there is hope for condensing Yuanying even if you are condensing Yuanying.

Subsequently, after Baiqiao Courtyard finished picking up the wind for the two factions, it vacated two large mansions for the Ancient Sword Sect and the Luoyun Sect, allowing them to rest for a day and then start the official competition tomorrow.

And Han Li lived in the same room with Mu Peiling under the envious eyes of others.

The next day, the two walked out in good spirits.

The competition was divided into three groups, and each faction selected ten players and twenty disciples from the other two factions to form a group. Each group competes in pairs and only the top four are selected.

Then the twelve disciples began to draw lots to determine the final winner and the top ten. Because there were not many disciples, it was natural that there would not be several venues to compete at the same time, so they were held in the same venue in order.

The order of appearance of the game is determined by the drawing of lots by the leading monks of the three factions. So there's nothing to say. As for the referee, it is a third-school monk who has nothing to do with the school of the game, which is also very fair.

"In the first scene, the Falling Cloud Sect Li Feiyu faced Yao Feng of the Ancient Sword Sect."

Although he knew that he was not Han Li's opponent, Yao Feng still played, and then, as soon as the referee's voice fell, he felt his body take off and fall under the ring, and a big footprint appeared on his chest.

"Han Li - win"!

Halfway through, the referee spoke.

"Such a fast speed, this son is not only amazing in swordsmanship, but this speed is also comparable to that of ordinary foundation building monks, but the Luoyun Sect has obtained a good seedling."

An Ancient Sword Sect elder couldn't help but exclaim.

"Daoist friends smiled."

A smile appeared on Song Yufangrong's face, and she was stunned by many disciples around her.

"The method of lightening the body used by this disciple of your sect seems to be a light skill in the world. I didn't expect this worldly light-weight technique to have such speed. ”

"Master Li's nephew, what he has learned is quite miscellaneous. It is to bring art into the sect. ”

Song Yu seemed to be extremely satisfied with Han Li and explained.

"I see, no wonder."

At the end of the first day of the competition, Han Li almost always won with one move, which really shocked the elders of the three factions and made the other disciples very afraid.

And this time the Luoyun Sect can be said to be in the limelight, Mu Peiling and Pian Feihua are both performing well, although they are not as good as Han Li, but they are not much worse.

Even against the disciples of the Ancient Sword Sect, he can win.

Especially the top-level magic weapon in Mu Peiling's hand, which is offensive and defensive, has made a lot of limelight.

Let the elders who came from the Luoyun Sect raise their eyebrows once, and in a good mood, they actually gave a few bottles of pills to the three of them.

Even Song Yu gave each of them an intermediate talisman.

And because of Han Li's existence, the Luoyun Sect got the first place in the trial conference for the first time in these years.

After getting the Fixing Pill, Han Li directly put everyone's faces and gave it to Song Yu.

The three factions were shocked again, although with Song Yu's identity, there would inevitably be a Fixing Elixir when they condensed the Yuan Infant in the future.

But there is no such thing as it is in front of you, and it is impossible to get it.

For such a generous gift, Song Yu did not accept it directly, but exchanged it with Han Li with a top-level magic weapon and a rune treasure.

Although it is still a little inferior to the Fixing Spirit Pill, it is not too much of a loss.

Five days later, at dusk, in the middle of Yunmeng Mountain, there was a nameless valley standing against the mountain. This valley is located in a remote place, and has been shrouded in continuous yin and fog for many years, so that it can be said that it is extremely wet and gray without seeing the five fingers.

And in these fogs, poisonous insects such as poisonous scorpions and poisonous snakes are innumerable and entrenched in them. And because the valley is so small, even if a monk occasionally flies over the valley, it is very easy to ignore it, and no one will fall behind to see what is going on. But on this day, the fog in the valley was more misty than before, but in a pile of rocks in the depths of the valley that seemed to be messy, but in fact there was another mystery, there was a sudden flash of white light, and then two figures appeared there out of thin air.

One of these two people is in a gray robe with a hideous face, and the other is in a green robe and jade belt, with an elegant appearance.

"Isn't this the White Brother of the Ancient Sword Sect and the Yu Daoyou of the Luoyun Sect! I heard that this time it was the Falling Cloud Sect that won, is it really surprising? ”

There was obviously no one around the rubble, but a lazy man's voice came out of nowhere, slightly hoarse.

"Yes! Meng Dishi's nephew is not as good as others. ”

The elder of the Ancient Sword Sect was in a bad mood.

After all, it's a panacea.

"What is it called to win the first place?"

"Flying rain."