Seeing the goat, the disciples on the sidelines muttered.

"Why did you get a goat up, is this to slaughter an animal to celebrate?"

"Hehe, don't you understand? The magic circle is related to human life, and it is best to test it with livestock before using it, otherwise if it is not used at that time, it will not cause a big incident! ”

"It makes sense, but the elder uses a second-order spell to deal with a goat, isn't it a bit of a chicken killing knife......"

In the midst of the discussion, the elder of the Gong Gong pinched the magic trick in his hand, and with a wave of his palm, a log with a black body and a thickness like a giant urn appeared in mid-air.

The giant tree spun rapidly, making a rumbling sound, and even the disciples standing on the sidelines could feel the strong air current.

Baa......

The goats seemed to know that danger was coming, and they trembled with fear, and even forgot to flee.

"Xiao Xiao Luomu!"

Elder Chuangong let out a low snort, his fingers slashing forward.

With a "buzz", the giant tree suddenly accelerated and smashed down with a thunderous momentum.

Rumble!

The giant tree slammed into the ground with a deafening sound, and despite the protection of the circle, everyone could still feel the vibration beneath their feet.

At the moment when the giant tree smashed the goat, I saw a flash of red light, a burst of mana fluctuations, and the goat disappeared out of thin air.

The disciples searched around, but saw the animal standing in a clearing on the edge of the field.

The scene was solemn, and then the applause was thunderous.

"It's too much at stake! Look at the goat, not a single hair has been lost. ”

"Yes, I obviously saw that the giant trees had fallen on top of the goat's head, and I was rescued by the magic circle."

"That's a second-order spell......"

Zhao Lin nodded secretly, and became even more determined in his idea of cultivating the magic circle.

"Six disciples are invited to play."

Elder Chuangong smiled, the magic circle was arranged by him, and when he heard these praises, he couldn't help but feel a sense of self-satisfaction in his heart.

Zhao Lin and another disciple representing Nanhe Prefecture, Yue Shengluan, glanced at each other and walked towards the arena at the same time.

Halfway through, I suddenly saw a figure flashing, and a disciple in blue rushed in front of him, it was the sword cultivator from Juyan Prefecture.

"Sure enough, it's a sword cultivator, and you have to grab the first place in everything."

Zhao Lin didn't care, he glanced at Xiniuzhou, and just saw that the physical cultivator also came to the scene.

According to the rules of the fighting law, report to your home before the competition.

The blue-clothed sword cultivator was the first to stand up, "Ju Yanzhou, Fang Qinglu!" ”

Qinglu has the meaning of short sword, and this person's name complements his cultivation path.

"Juyanzhou, Tao Yuanqing."

"Nanhezhou, Yue Shengluan."

"Nanhezhou, Zhao Lin."

"Xiniuzhou, Wang Jing."

Tixiu was the last to speak: "Xiniuzhou, Wei Shi." ”

"How can you have a physical cultivation? And sword cultivation! Ah, there's also a martial arts ......"

There were monks in the crowd who were proficient in the art of looking at qi, and when they looked at it, they immediately noticed that something was wrong, and they couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

One spread ten, ten spread hundreds, and soon everyone learned about it, and there was a commotion at the scene.

"Good guy, a martial arts cultivator, a sword cultivator, and a body cultivator, what kind of fighting method is this?"

"The three major war cultivators are gathered, it's the first time I've seen them in so many years, it's something to see!"

"What's the point of view, Fa cultivation is only one round of ......"

Dongyang County's Pang Zhangyuan also had a toothache when he saw this, his Lingdao Academy's last fighting record was not good, and he wanted to fight for some face this time, so he sent a sword cultivator to play.

I didn't expect that the other two were not vegetarians, one sent physical cultivation, and the other sent martial arts cultivation.

You shouldn't have known about it if you had known about it earlier.

"Is Pang Zhangyuan worried that he won't be able to win the championship? You don't have to! ”

The Dao Governor next to him thought that he was worried about the outcome of the fight, so he came over to reassure him.

"Qing Lu has already cultivated his sword qi, and even the sixth-level disciples of qi refining who have been in the beginning for seven or eight years are not opponents, and it is not a problem to deal with two fledgling body cultivators and martial cultivators."

"That's what Daodu Li said."

Pang Zhangyuan replied casually, thinking that as long as he won the fight, he didn't care what others said.

Next, the Elder Chuangong announced the rules of the fighting method.

The rules are simple: in the first round, six disciples from the three states compete cross-compete, eliminating three and leaving three.

In the second round, the three of them faced each other in pairs.

"For every game you win, you get twenty good deeds."

"The final winner will be rewarded with another chalcedony pill!"

Hearing the three words of chalcedony pill, the scene was in an uproar.

"My God, it's actually a chalcedony pill?"

"Dongyang County has made a lot of money!"

"In my opinion, they sent a sword cultivator to the field, and they felt that winning the championship was nine out of ten, so they were willing to give such a high reward."

"I see, it's really calculating......"

Chalcedony Pill is a rare high-grade elixir that can temporarily improve the spiritual root level of a monk.

For example, a monk with a medium-grade spiritual root, taking a chalcedony pill can directly improve the quality of the spiritual root to the top grade, and the medicinal effect lasts for as long as a month.

Chalcedony pills are usually distributed as a sect reward, and it is difficult to buy them in the market.

Only chalcedony liquid diluted with honey wine can be bought on the market, and one bottle requires three good deeds, plus three spirit stones, but the medicinal effect can only last for three days, and the medicinal properties are also discounted.

However, chalcedony pill cannot be taken endlessly, at most one a year.

Zhao Lin had already studied the pills needed for refining the Qi Realm, and when he heard this reward, he couldn't help but be greatly moved.

"Good deeds, pills, and spirit stones, all of them are what I want! Such a great opportunity cannot be missed! ”

In the first round of the competition, the opponent is selected by lot.

The disciple took out six wooden cards, on which were written three kinds of words, A, B, and C, in pairs, and those with the same words fought.

Zhao Lin drew the first card and was the first to appear, and the opponent was Tao Yuanqing from Juyan Prefecture, a disciple of the fifth layer of qi refining.

Elder Chuangong and Fang Qinglu and the others walked to the sidelines and waited.

Because of the protection of the circle, there is no need for the referee to be present, and the victory or defeat is also easy to decide: if you fall to the ground, take the initiative to admit defeat, or be removed from the circle, you will lose.

"Senior Brother Tao, you will win!"

"Senior Brother Tao, defeat him!"

Tao Yuanqing had the advantage of the home field, and before the game started, the cheers resounded one-sidedly throughout the audience.

Zhao Lin ignored it and walked to a circle in the venue to stand still.

There are two circles drawn by white lines on the ground, separated by twenty zhang, and the two sides of the competition stand in the circle respectively, and can only leave the circle after the fighting begins.

This is a common rule of the fighting method, to prevent the two sides of the competition from getting too close, and there is an uncontrollable situation when it is too late to cast the spell, and the distance between the high-level monks fighting the method will only be farther.

Such a long distance is not good for Zhao Lin.

Because Zhao Lin's cultivation was only at the second level of qi refining, and every time he improved by one layer during the qi refining period, his divine sense increased by ten zhang.

The limit of divine consciousness is the maximum attack distance of spells and magic weapons.

This means that as long as Tao Yuanqing takes a step back, Zhao Lin's spells will not be able to help him, while the former can cast spells at will and will not be affected at all.

Zhao Lin and Tao Yuanqing stood still and bowed their hands.

"Please advise!"

"Please!" (End of chapter)