The Dharma Cultivation Conference was held as scheduled, and the person presiding over the meeting was an elder of the Lingyun Immortal Sect that Song Shiyin had never seen.

The way of the game is much simpler than that of the Danxiu Conference, which is a two-person fight.

The two people who face off can only use their own exercises, and the winner advances, and after everyone has finished the duel, the next round will begin.

In the first match of the first round, the two sides of the duel are the first and last numbers, that is, the three hundred and thirty-two.

In order to speed up the progress, the competition site is divided into ten areas, that is, a total of ten competitions can be held at the same time.

The contestants took the stage one by one, and Song Shiyin stood under the tree not far away, quietly observing.

In terms of her true cultivation now, she is only the first to enter the Golden Pill stage, but if you count her before, no one present is her opponent.

She still chooses to look at the cultivation of the rest of the people first, it is inevitable that there are variables, and trying to control everything as much as possible is her style.

The various spiritual powers on the field are flying and dazzling.

Song Shiyin's gaze swept over the ten duels one by one, because the two sides of the duel were too random, and Jindan often fought against Jindan Dacheng in the early stage.

It's a game of luck.

If you are lucky, Jindan can enter the finals in the early stage, and if you are unlucky, Jindan Dacheng may also be eliminated in the first round.

Just as he was thinking about it, Song Shiyin saw the end of the duel in the eighth field, and one of the monks in the late stage of Jindan was eliminated.

His face was full of disbelief and unwillingness, but the person who duel him was a real Jindan Great Perfection, and not only did he have a high level of cultivation, but he also had a stronger mastery of the exercises than him.

He could only accept his fate and get off the stage in disgrace.

Around each venue, there are three disciples of the Lingyun Immortal Sect who are in charge of management, one person records and sings the results, one person observes whether there is cheating, and the remaining one person is responsible for dealing with accidents.

Soon, it was Du Yunxi's turn to play.

Song Shiyin moved his body, then moved his gaze to Du Yunxi's body and followed her closely.

Du Yunxi was already a cultivator in the early stage of Jindan at this time, her luck was very good, and the person she fought against was also in the early stage of Jindan, and the strength of the two was equal, so it could only be seen who was more proficient.

Song Shiyin knew that Du Yunxi would definitely win.

Not to mention, her own strength is there, although it is the early stage of Jindan, but it is a type that is strong when it is strong.

In addition, she has the luck blessing of the plot, Song Shiyin guessed that in these games, Du Yunxi's opponent should be Jindan's early cultivation.

Sure enough, not long after Du Yunxi came on the field, she defeated the enemy.

Hundreds of icicles came out in unison, encircling the opposite side, and there was no way to avoid it, and her opponent was frozen into an ice sculpture by the ice picks before she could react.

The disciple sang the newspaper, and Du Yunxi won.

It didn't take long for Song Shiyin to come on the field.

As soon as she went up, she sighed secretly, she was really not the heroine, and her luck was really bad.

Her opponent is a Jindan Great Perfection.

The other party was a male cultivator, his eyes were full of imperativeness, and when he saw Song Shiyin coming to the stage, he didn't even say hello, and a wind blade struck.

Song Shiyin turned her head away to dodge, she was a little angry in her heart, and said, "Daoist friends are really anxious."

The male cultivator didn't answer, but just moved again, and several wind blades were sent out in unison, surrounding Song Shiyin's side.

The corners of his mouth were already slightly hooked, as if he had seen Song Shiyin's ending.

Song Shiyin smiled one step ahead of him, and the seal on her hand quickly sealed, and in an instant, it triggered a thunderstorm.

The thunder flashed and flew towards the male cultivator, his smile froze on his face like this, and when he looked at it again, his eyes were full of consternation.

As if he hadn't noticed that Song Shiyin was also a monk of the Jindan Great Perfection.

Song Shiyin didn't talk nonsense, he controlled the thunder and hit the male cultivator, a wind gathered under his feet, and he shuttled through the thunder with his whole body.

Wait for Song Shiyin's thunder

After falling, it turned out that only the edges of his clothes were blackened, and there was not the slightest damage in the rest of the place.

"It's still a hard stubble." Rarely, the male cultivator spoke.

Song Shiyin also ignored him, and turned to strike again, the two were evenly matched, and if they delayed time, it would be difficult to defeat.

The male cultivator also thought the same thing, and the wind was blowing around, and the wind blade gradually appeared in the strong wind, spinning, and surrounding the male cultivator.

Song Shiyin's side was thundering, and the sound was continuous, her eyes were dark, staring at the male cultivator in front of her.

The two of them shot almost at the same time, and the wind blades flew towards Song Shiyin, hundreds, each of which was aimed directly at one of Song Shiyin's body parts.

The male cultivator's hand is to make Song Shiyin unavoidable.

Dao Dao thunder, like a purple dragon, attacked the male cultivator, the male cultivator dodged sideways, but the long dragon attacked him again.

The long dragon was long for a while, short for a while, thick for a while, thin for a while, and changed with the up-and-down churn, and the target was only one male cultivator, who hit him again and again, bringing up the breeze around him.

Song Shiyin turned sideways, cat's waist, her body changed, and the wind blade around her couldn't be shaken off, so she simply stopped hiding.

His hands were sealed, and a faint purple light gradually appeared on his body, and then Song Shiyin said in a low voice: "Break!"

At the same time, a circle of thunder light swung outwards from her body, circle after circle, knocking away all the nearby wind blades.

Song Shiyin had already been freed, and the male cultivator on the opposite side was still tortured by the long dragon and couldn't get out.

Seeing this scene, the male cultivator's eyes also flashed a little anxious, his body was flooded with waves, and the spiritual power around his body surged.

Song Shiyin would not give him a chance to get out of trouble, she also narrowed her eyes, and her Dao spiritual power entered the long dragon.

At this time, the long dragon split into three whole pieces in an instant, and in terms of size, they were all the same as before.

Song Shiyin waved his hand, and the three purple long dragons flew towards the male cultivator in unison, and the long dragon had a little thunder light on his body, making a sizzling sound.

Not only that, but where the long dragon crossed, thunder began to fall, leaving a mark of black ash on the ground every time it hit the ground.

The male cultivator's pupils shrank, his toes were a little on his tiptoes, and he was trying to dodge.

At the same time, Song Shiyin waved his hand again, and another purple dragon broke through the air, which turned out to be hidden in the air before!

At this time, the male cultivator could feel that something was wrong behind him, but he could not avoid it...

There were three long dragons in front of him, and he could only eat the blow behind him.

"Shhh The long dragon behind him slammed into the male cultivator's back, burning the clothes behind him in an instant.

Without the protection of clothes, the back of the male cultivator was exposed to the air, and it was burned by thunder and lightning, and the male cultivator let out a painful wail, and his back was already blurred with flesh and blood at this time, and the middle one had already appeared traces of black ash.

The three dragons in front of him also headed towards him at this time, and when he closed his eyes, he didn't feel pain.

When he opened his eyes, he realized that Song Shiyin was playing tricks on him, and he just used a trick to cover his eyes.

In fact, there are no three long dragons in front of him at all, and there is only one behind him, from beginning to end.

It's just one hidden, and the other three are just illusions created by thunder.

It's just that at this time, I realized that it was too late, and there was a sharp pain behind him, and the male cultivator's leg weakened and fell to the ground.

He looked at Song Shiyin unwillingly, but there was no way to change the result.

Song Shiyin took back the purple dragon, the male cultivator had already fallen to the ground, and she won this game.

The disciple sang: "In this game, Shi Song wins!"

Song Shiyin turned around and stepped off the stage, and the male cultivator behind him was helped up by another disciple and left the venue.

After a game, Song Shiyin also had a little understanding of the cultivation of the monks who participated in the conference, and she was very determined.

The duel was in full swing, and soon, all the monks had completed the first round of the competition, and the second game was about to begin.

"Everyone, congratulations on your successful advancement, we will start the next round immediately, and you can take out the previous wooden card, on which is your new number." The elder shouted.

Hearing this, Song Shiyin turned his right hand, and a wooden plaque appeared, and the number on it really changed, from the previous one hundred and ninety-two, to the current seventy-eight.

After a stick of incense, the second round of the Dharma Repair Conference officially began.

Just like the first round, the strength of the contestants in the second round is also uneven, from the early stage of the Jindan period to the great consummation of the Jindan period.

Song Shiyin was still under the tree, quietly waiting for his turn.

It didn't take long for Du Yunxi to take the stage again.

Song Shiyin cheered up slightly, paying attention to the situation over there.

is also as she guessed before, Du Yunxi's opponent this time is still the same as her in the early stage of the Jindan period.

There was no suspense in the result, and even, her opponent this time was not as long as the last round that lasted under her.

When Du Yunxi appeared, her face was a little stunned, maybe she didn't figure it out herself.

Why is it that in Master's mouth, the Dharma Cultivation Conference, which is held every ten years, wins the duel so easily, is it because she is too powerful?

Du Yunxi shook her head, retracted her thoughts, she turned around, and continued to watch the duel on the other courts.

This round is faster than the last one, everyone has found experience in the actual battle, and in addition, if the low cultivation collides with the high cultivation, it will only be more time-saving, and the duel will end almost instantly.

Therefore, soon, Song Shiyin ushered in her showdown.

This time, Song Shiyin was still fighting against a monk of the Great Perfection of the Jindan Period.

She sighed again, and resigned herself to her fate.

"Fellow Daoists, please advise." The male cultivator on the opposite side saluted her and spoke slowly.

Song Shiyin raised his head slightly, and said, "Please advise."

The battle was about to break out, Song Shiyin took the lead, and she sealed her hands, causing Dao Dao thunder to fall from the sky, each of which pointed directly at the male cultivator opposite.

There was a slight surprise on the male cultivator's face, he hurriedly retreated, dodging the thunder, and then as soon as he made a move, a whole line of flames appeared under Song Shiyin's feet.

Song Shiyin dodged, but the tip of the shoe was still inevitably burned by the flames, and an opening appeared in an instant, and the toes inside were burned by the flames.

The stinging pain came, Song Shiyin didn't care, she rushed behind the male cultivator in three or two steps, and with a flick of her hand, a purple long dragon appeared.

This male cultivator's pupils shrank, and when he looked around, he must have seen the person who saw the last round of Song Shiyin's duel, and he was looking for it at this time, whether there was still a purple dragon hidden in the shadows.

Seeing this scene, Song Shiyin hooked the corners of his mouth lightly, since he thought so, why not satisfy him.

The next moment, a purple dragon appeared behind the male cultivator, glowing with thunderous light, and hit straight up.

The male cultivator couldn't dodge, and was also injured by this purple dragon, and a long wound was pulled out of his back, with burnt flesh on it, which looked miserable.

The male cultivator snorted and rushed forward a few steps, barely steady.

Song Shiyin stood with his hands in his hands, looked at him and said, "Do you deny losing?"

The man's face was tangled, he frowned, biting his lip slightly, but the constant pain of opening a shop on his body could not calm him down.

After a few moments, he nodded and said, "I, admit defeat."

The disciple sang the newspaper, and Song Shiyin stepped down, but this time, she helped the male cultivator to go down together.