After arriving at Baiqiaoyuan, after the monks of the three factions exchanged pleasantries, Baiqiaoyuan washed the dust for the two factions.

Then two large mansions were vacated, so that they could rest for a day and then start the official competition tomorrow.

And this night was fine, and early the next morning, the fierce competition between the three factions began.

The competition is divided into three groups, each faction selects ten players and the other two factions of twenty disciples form a group, each group through two or two competitions, only the top four are selected, and then the twelve disciples start to draw lots to determine the final winner and the top ten.

Because there were not many disciples who participated, 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 was determined by the drawing of lots by the leading monks of the three factions, so there was 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. As a result, when the many disciples of the Baiqiao Academy surrounded the competition field, a bald man from the Baiqiao Academy stood in the middle of the shield and slowly announced quietly: "The first group, Han Li of the Falling Cloud Sect is against Yao Feng of the Ancient Sword Sect!" ”

Hearing this, Sun Huo's heart moved, and Han Li had already returned the Flame Sword to him,

Therefore, if the latter wants to enter the top ten, I am afraid that he will have to take the old road and smash the top ten with a talisman.

Of course, Sun Huo also wanted to see Han Li's martial arts: Luo Yanbu, this is a profound martial art that uses the spirit realm, and it must be studied carefully.

Of course, the research has been studied, Han Li can use the spirit world, it is nothing more than a matter of skill and strength, when the strength is reached, the low-level fire bomb technique can also achieve the effect of burning the mountains and boiling the sea, to put it bluntly, it all depends on the person.

Facts have proved that similar to Sun Huo's expectations, Han Li did win with Fu Qi and Luo Yanbu this time, and it was very easy, which caused many people to exclaim.

Even the bald man who served as the referee also glanced at the young man with a strange look on his face before he announced loudly: "Luoyun Sect Han Li, win!" ”

Han Li's expression remained unchanged before he calmly stepped out of the light mask, then looked at Sun Huo and nodded at him.

Later, two disciples of the Ancient Sword Sect rushed into the venue, carried Yao Feng who had fainted, out, and then tried to save him.

At this time, the short old man outside the field, his eyes were wide open in disbelief, and his face was ugly and abnormal. Although he knew that the other party's disciple could participate in the conference with such a low cultivation, there must be some strangeness in it. But he never expected that the other party would use the talisman as a means of attack, and the disciple he had high hopes for was defeated by the other party in a flash.

This made him laugh at the old man in the red shirt just now, and his face was really difficult to turn around.

"In the second scene, Sun Huo of the Luoyun Sect faced Meng Xiang of the Ancient Sword Sect."

"That's it, Meng Xiang, it's him, it's really a coincidence."

Sun Huo chuckled lightly and glanced at Meng Xiang, who had already appeared in the ring, staring at him like a sword,

This person is in the middle stage of foundation building, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, carrying an ice blue sword behind him, and a tight-fitting black coat outlines the tall and straight figure vividly, as for the identity, he is Meng Di's cousin, an ice attribute alien spirit root monk, and has the body of ice yuan, and cultivates the talent of heavenly spirit root.

Moreover, whether it was in the Meng family or the ancient sword gate, they were all pressed by Meng Di, so you can imagine how depressed and aggrieved they were.

After a while, Sun Huo walked into the ring, and without waiting for the referee elder to open his mouth to announce the start of the game, Meng Xiang on the opposite side said unhurriedly.

"Meng Di said that the only person he is afraid of this time is you. I also want to know how capable the opponent who can make him jealous is. ”

"Don't worry, you won't be disappointed."

For this kind of cliché, Sun Huo smiled noncommittally, then shook his hand, and then slapped the storage bag and took out the flame knife.

Although the latter is just an accident, it has helped him a lot over the years, and with this he can have a lot of fame in the three factions.

For the second game to be able to see the fighting method between the two foundation building monks, the onlookers were quite excited, especially the fame of the two in the three factions is not small, one is a strange peak, the other is talented, the fighting method between the two is definitely a wonderful duel, everyone thinks so.

After all, although Meng Xiang is not as good as Meng Di's cousin, he also has a lot of fame in the Ancient Sword Gate, and his cultivation speed is not slow, he has cultivated to the middle stage of foundation building in more than 20 years, and his cultivation speed is not similar to that of Tianling Root.

The ice blue sword behind Meng Xiang is called: Han Yuan Sword, which is a top-level magic weapon of excellent quality, which is very consistent with Meng Di's spiritual root attributes, plus the sword cultivation is a powerhouse in the same realm.

Therefore, with Meng Xiang's strength in the middle stage of foundation building, even in the face of the late stage of foundation building, he has a chance of winning.

"Game on!" The bald man finally announced in a deep voice in the air.

Hearing this, Meng Xiang, who knew that Sun Huo was powerful, shrugged his shoulders without hesitation, and suddenly the ice-blue giant sword on his back shot out, floating above his head, and at the same time, the blue light flashed in his hand, and a sea-blue light mask appeared on his body.

Then, the pinching and pinching mantra was completed in one go, without a single pause, and it was completed in an instant. Immediately, the Han Yuan Sword above his head split into more than a dozen chilling sword lights that lingered in the blue cold, and he was hea! With a burst of breaking sound, he walked towards Sun Huo.

Almost in the blink of an eye, it was about to fall on the latter, seeing this, Sun Huo's figure disappeared in an instant, and then at an incredible speed, he dodged Meng Xiang's attack, and then, in the exclamation of the onlookers, Sun Huo had already come to Meng Xiang's body, and then, the flame knife was full of flames, tearing and pulling, and with lightning speed, it forcibly broke through Meng Xiang's shield.

Under the convergence of cold and heat, streams of milky white mist diffused out, vaguely covering most of the two figures.

"You've lost."

The flame knife was pressed against Meng Xiang's neck, and Sun Huo chuckled.

Compared to his disciple's exclamation, exclamation, and discussion, Han Li, who saw this scene, couldn't help but twitch his eyelids a few times, and he had a feeling that he couldn't bear to look at him directly.

Is it too late for him to give up his mind of accepting Sun Huo now?

This is a monk, this is called a reckless man, he doesn't use spells to fight the enemy, but he wants to fight in close combat, in case the other party uses such a thing as a thunderbolt, he will die together, and he can't avoid it at all.

If Han Li was Meng Xiang, he would have at least five more means, so that Sun Huo would not be able to eat and walk around, even if he was undefeated, he would be seriously injured, it was really a waste of talent.

Sun Huo didn't know what Han Li was saying about him at the moment, as soon as the bald man announced that he had won, he walked out of the ring on his own, waiting for the next match to begin.