When he saw the sign on the chest of Shen Qing's sect clothes, he couldn't help but squint slightly.

"Tianshui Peak Luohong Palace?"

Something flashed in his eyes, and Gong Yi couldn't help but guess which disciple of the Luohong Hall was sitting.

Shen Qingyi naturally also saw the sign of the Luyun Peak Hengliu Hall on the chest of the palace wing.

However, she didn't have time to care about the person's identity, and reached for the leaves.

Seeing Gong Yi attacking her again, Shen Qing jumped forward, and the spiritual power under his feet came out.

"Bang!"

Gong Yi's figure suddenly took a few steps back, and surprise flashed in his eyes.

Pure and rich water spiritual power.

Full of attack power!

Isn't it Uncle Wen Mengchen's disciple?

Gong Yi's eyes flashed with battle intent, and he headed towards Shen Qingyi again.

Looking at the palace wings that attacked her again, Shen Qingyi couldn't help frowning.

There are more than this one leaf in this area, there is a leaf on his left that is a little closer to him, and if you don't grab the leaves at close range, come and grab her?

Shen Qingyi's spiritual power moved, and several flying knives condensed by water spiritual power went straight towards Gong Yi.

Feeling the chill coming from the blade, Gong Yi's body quickly dodged.

And at this moment, Shen Qing's feet were windy, and the spiritual power in his hands gathered.

"Bang!"

The spiritual power exploded, and Gong Yi's figure exploded back.

The scattered energy caused the surrounding monks to disperse.

And Shen Qingyi also took advantage of this gap, reached out and grabbed it, and held a leaf steadily.

After Gong Yi stood firm, he looked at Shen Qingyi not far away, and met Shen Qingyi's gaze.

When he saw the leaf that Shen Qingyi was holding in his hand, he didn't stay any longer, and grabbed a leaf on the side.

The other disciple who was just about to reach out for the leaves felt the arrival of Gong Yi, especially after feeling the threat on his body, he couldn't help but be a little nervous.

"Woohoo!"

Gong Yi, who stretched out his hand to catch the leaves, felt a gust of wind hit his back.

The body quickly spreads out.

Three water blades flew by.

Failed to snatch the leaves, Gong Yi turned his head to look at Shen Qingyi, who made a move.

The consciousness of the group of high-ranking monks watching from the high platform was focused on the battle below.

When he noticed the battle on the side of the Qi training group, Xia Xingchen couldn't help laughing.

"Still holding grudges!"

Xia Xingchen looked at Bu Yueting, who was sitting not far away.

"Senior Brother Bu, you disciple, it's not good!"

Bu Yueting's face did not change, and he did not pay attention to Xia Xingchen's words.

Xia Xingchen didn't care either.

Bu Yueting's temperament is like that, he doesn't speak coldly, and his face is paralyzed.

His disciple, although he is not paralyzed, has a reputation for being warlike in the sect.

This time against that girl, Xia Xingchen couldn't help but look forward to it.

After all, when he saw that girl again, he was really surprised by that girl's progress again!

He calmly took a sip of tea and looked at the battle platform again.

"Knock knock!"

Two drums rang out, and the leaves above the sky and on the ground dissipated as spiritual light.

Some of the disciples who didn't get the leaves couldn't help but panic.

Originally, there were fewer leaves scattered above the sky than the disciples who participated in the competition.

This time, because of the fighting, some people were not able to get the leaves within the allotted time.

And every time the Lingdao Sect has a big competition, although there will be a ring match at the end.

But the competition ahead is strange.

Some are prepared, but it is still difficult to prevent accidents.

For example, in the last competition, the opening match of the sect, it turned out to be the four arts of cultivating immortals.

Ask everyone to make at least one thing within the allotted time.

The more you do and the better the quality, the better your chances of running.

At that time, there were a lot of monks who only practiced fighting on weekdays.

Although there are relative broken formations, broken talismans, etc.