Su Ziming, who won and advanced, turned his attention to the other two rings that were fighting.

On the other two rings, Su Cunyi vs. Su Cunda, and Su Cunlin vs. Su Cunya.

As the first person in the generation of cunzi and a veteran foundation building monk, Su Cunyi completely defeated Su Cunda with his absolute advantage.

Su Ziming saw that Su Cunda was slashed into the ring by a fierce sword momentum, but as a person of the same clan, Su Cunyi also controlled the power in his hand and did not let him be hit hard.

As soon as he stabilized his figure, Su Cunda arched his hand and said, "Thank you brother for your mercy!" ”

"Concession, concession."

Su Cunyi replied with a smile.

After Su Cunyi won, only Su Cunya and Su Cunlin were still fighting in the ring.

Both of them were new to building the foundation and began to fight, and the wind howled together, and they were inseparable from each other.

"A set of puppets out!"

Su Cunya snorted, and suddenly three powerful breaths roared past.

"Three Spirit Puppets!"

Su Cunlin exclaimed, and saw three puppets appear in front of him, and then quickly controlled most of the ring.

"Retreat!"

With a loud shout, Su Cunlin's figure retreated.

"Swallow the river fist, give it to me!"

A majestic spiritual power was gathered by Su Cunlin on the palm of his hand, and he suddenly punched out of the air, and the surrounding spiritual energy quickly avoided, and suddenly there was a squeezing roar.

"Emptiness and ten thousand laws."

The next moment, the aura on Su Cunya's body fell, and instantly turned into hundreds of phantoms, attacking him at the same time.

Hundreds of figures alternated in front of Su Cunlin, and there was almost no difference in the cultivation of his breath, looking at the real and fake figures in front of him, he couldn't help but feel a cold sweat on the center of his eyebrows.

With an invisible collision sound, Su Cunya's dozens of figures were scattered.

Empty, a thought flashed through Su Cunlin's heart, and he hurriedly crossed his arms in front of his chest and put on a defensive posture.

Bang!

A loud and dull crashing sound sounded, and a sharp pain hit Su Cunlin's arm, which quickly caused most of his upper body to become numb.

Without waiting for him to catch his breath, Su Cunlin only felt that his abdomen was hit violently again, and the whole person took a few steps back and fell out of the ring.

The competition ended with Su Cunya winning.

After the first round of the competition, Su Changze, Su Cunyi, Su Cunya, and Su Ziming successfully advanced.

Since there were not many foundation building monks in the Su family, Su Ziming only needed to win one more battle to be able to successfully advance to the top three and become the seed of the family's key cultivation.

Su Ziming glanced at the other three, except for Su Changze, the other two he could easily defeat.

Su Cunya took the lead in pulling out a wooden stick, and Su Shichang stepped forward to announce the result.

"Signature Three."

The next one to step forward was Su Cunyi, who thought for a moment and considered carefully before finding one out of the remaining three cyan wooden sticks.

"Signature No. 2." Su Shichang immediately opened his mouth and announced.

Hearing Su Shichang's words, Su Changze took an indifferent posture and glanced at Su Ziming, and Su Ziming and the three of them had different expressions.

Su Changze jumped and instantly appeared in the ring several feet high.

He turned to Su Ziming and beckoned, "Ziming come up, let me see how you have grown over the years!" ”

Su Ziming thought for a moment, and then used his skills to get into the ring in an instant.

"Not bad." Seeing that Su Ziming did not flinch, Su Changze showed an approving look on his face.

"Grandpa has won the prize." Su Ziming looked at Su Changze in front of him and responded without humility or arrogance.

Su Changze laughed and said, "For the sake of you calling me grandpa, I'll let you strike first." ”

"Thank you, Grandpa."

Su Ziming stared at Su Changze with a solemn face, nodded and agreed.

God Slayer!

In the first move, Su Ziming cast the Divine Soul Secret Technique, and an invisible soul power fluctuation went straight to Su Changze's sea of knowledge.

Su Changze's cultivation had just broken through the late stage of foundation building, but his divine sense was still in the middle stage of foundation building, and Su Ziming's God Destroying Blade had reached a small level.

He used the Divine Soul Secret Technique, and sure enough, he unexpectedly caught Su Changze off guard.

As Su Changze's eyes slackened, his brain buzzed.

"The second type of the moon covering body method, the second part of the black flame stick method!"

Su Ziming's speed and strength have increased rapidly, reaching the level of the middle stage of foundation building.

Just when Su Ziming was about to strike while the iron was hot and take Su Changze in one fell swoop, Su Changze's body trembled slightly, and he recovered in an instant.

"It's worthy of the offspring that I am optimistic about, and you can use the Divine Soul Secret Technique to influence me, I underestimated you."

After saying that, Su Changze's right leg kicked the ground suddenly, and his body turned into an afterimage, galloping towards Su Ziming.

"Moon-Covering Steps!"

Seeing this, Su Ziming's body instantly turned into a phantom and disappeared in place.

"Not a bad way."

Su Changze nodded frequently and praised, but Su Ziming's speed was quite good enough in the middle stage of foundation building, but Su Changze was a monk in the late stage of foundation building.

Su Ziming can dodge one and a half moves, but it is not a long-term solution.

Su Ziming once again ran the second part of the Black Flame Stick Method, and his body was suddenly enveloped in a black true qi.

The second part of the Black Flame Stick Method is no longer a record of the stick method, but a secret technique that can burst out with great strength.

Under the blessing of the black true qi, Su Ziming's cultivation was also temporarily raised to the level of the middle stage of foundation building.

"Sword Scroll Sun!"

Su Changze didn't have a lake either, and immediately slashed out a blue light sword qi, the sword qi was three points soft and seven points strong, with a yin and yang qi.

seems to be an unremarkable sword, but it makes Su Ziming feel like a mountain with a weight on his back.

He frantically injected the true qi in his body into the deadwood dragon head staff, and the dragon head staff suddenly burst into a terrifying aura.

"Bang!"

Su Ziming brandished the deadwood dragon head staff and shook it hard towards the sword that attacked Su Changze.

With a loud bang, an aftermath came from above the ring, if it wasn't for Su Shi'an blocking this power in time, the group of Qi cultivators standing at the front would all be swept out by this aftermath.

"The monk in the late stage of foundation building really blocked it with a blow!"

The faces of the people under the ring who built the foundation and practiced qi were full of incredulity, and then a burst of fierce cheers broke out in the arena.

It is already difficult for monks to fight beyond the ranks, not to mention the monks in the early stage of foundation building.

Su Changze also looked surprised, although he only burst out of thirty percent of his strength in the blow just now, it was enough to deal with an ordinary mid-stage foundation building monk.

Unexpectedly, he was forcibly blocked by Su Ziming, a monk in the early stage of foundation building!

Everyone only saw Su Ziming's next lightness, but resisting Su Changze's blow, Su Ziming was also not badly injured, and the hand he held the deadwood dragon's head staff trembled invisibly.

Without waiting for him to breathe a sigh of relief, Su Changze's second offensive followed.

"Qingteng is one, give me condensation!"

Su Ziming let out a loud shout and quickly went out to resist all the spells that had been condensed.

The purple vines and the attacking sword qi were stalemate, and after a while, Su Ziming's condensed attack was dispersed.

Although the sword qi had been greatly weakened, it was still much stronger than the first attack that had just hit.

"I'm afraid the Nine Elders are going to lose!"

Under the ring, Su Zilong, the head of the Su family's eight masters, saw the situation on the stage clearly and couldn't help but say.

Su Ziyun also sighed and said regretfully:

"After all, the Ninth Elder is a monk in the early stage of foundation building, and he can take over the two moves of a monk in the late stage of foundation building, which is enough to be comparable to many monks in the middle stage of foundation building."

"If you want to blame, you can only blame the bad luck of the Nine Elders, otherwise the Nine Elders will definitely be selected for the Three Hao."