Just as the elders were arguing about where Ma Ning'er should go to cultivate, Wang Xu and Jia Hang on the stage had already fought to the last moment.

They are completely quick to play and play quickly, and they will use all their skills without reservation as soon as they come up.

With a bang, the two of them collided with each other's four fists, and a wave of qi spread out from the ring, scraping the muscles on the faces of the disciples in front of the stage as painful as a knife, so they hurriedly mobilized their aura to protect their bodies. Immediately afterwards, the two of them popped back at the same time and fell to the ground, and it was a tie.

Wang Xu struggled to get up from the ground, but his chest was blocked, his throat and eyes were sweet, and his blood was surging, and he couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood, and suddenly dizziness hit.

Looking at Jia Hang, who also couldn't get up in the distance, Wang Xu regretted in his heart, he was the number one strength among the disciples of the outer sect of Lingxu Peak, Jia Hang was ranked first in Iron Fist Peak, just now the two of them hit with all their strength, causing them to all be injured, who should fight on behalf of Lingxu Peak next, this is a question.

After all, Su Xin of Sword Intent Peak has not yet played, and he is a more powerful character than him.

At this time, Shangguan Bing came to the stage, checked the injuries of the two, announced that the two were tied, carried down to recuperate, and the two sides continued to send people to the stage to fight.

Later, the disciples who helped the two sides came to the stage to fight one after another, but their strength was a big difference with the disciples of the three peaks, and they did not come with hatred, so the fight was not too intense.

Until a young man in white jumped into the ring, the eyes of the audience suddenly lit up.

The young man in white, his face was as white as jade, his eyes were thin and his eyebrows were curved, his delicate face was a little cold, he was shaking a white paper fan in his hand, he had a feminine temperament, and his eyes swept over the people of Lingxu Peak and said.

"Sword Intent Peak Su Xin, challenge Ma Ning'er!"

The disciples in the audience whispered: "This time there is a good show, Su Xin is out." ”

"Hasn't he been in retreat all the time? It is said to be heavy in the impact condensation realm. ”

"Sun Qi was slapped on the stage like a sandbag, do you think Master Xu Feng can still sit still?"

"Well, that's right, looking at it from afar, Lord Xu Feng's face seems to be much better looking now than just now."

Everyone on the stage on Mu Changqing's side frowned, the aura exuded by Su Xin was even stronger, and he was currently in the ninefold consummation state of the Refining Body Realm, and he was about to break through to the Condensation Qi Realm.

Xu Tianjiao also fought hard, and even let Su Xin go out of the customs in advance. At the outer gate, it is expected to break through to the condensation realm and enter the inner gate, and only Su Xin has been able to do it for so many years.

Mu Changqing said to Ma Ning'er: "Ma Ning'er, you can choose not to fight. After all, you and his cultivation are nearly two realms apart. The Nine Perfections of the Tempered Body Realm are already infinitely close to the Condensation Qi Realm, and with the ascension of the later realms, the strength of each realm will be ten times different. ”

Ma Ning'er didn't answer directly, but asked, "Does the peak master have the right person to fight him?" ”

"This..."Mu Changqing hesitated, then turned his head to look at Elder Ziyang and asked, "Elder Ziyang, you said before that you still have a hand, I'm afraid you have to take it out now." My disciples have all been compared. ”

Elder Ziyang nodded and said, "I didn't expect Su Xin's strength to improve so quickly, the gap between the other disciples and him is indeed too big, Elder Duan, now I can only let that disciple of yours try." ”

Elder Duan smiled bitterly: "It can only be like this, a good seedling that we have jointly taught and cultivated over the years, originally wanted him to pass through the outer gate in one fell swoop and enter the inner gate with an overwhelming advantage, but now I have to let him go, as for whether he can win, it depends on the will of heaven." ”

"Oh, that's the little secret you kept before?" Elder Yan asked next to him.

Elder Ziyang smiled and nodded.

Elder Duan raised his hand, and a Tsing Yi disciple under the high platform swooped into the ring.

"Mission Pavilion Song Zhi, please advise!"

Su Xin looked at the young man in Tsing Yi in front of him, who had cultivated to be in the Fifth Tempering Body Realm, so he sneered: "Mission Pavilion, I didn't expect you to dare to be the first bird, why are you fighting with me!" ”

"I didn't know until I hit it." Song Zhi didn't say much, the aura in his body was rapidly mobilized, and his cultivation was suddenly like a floodgate that had been released, and he kept ascending.

The sixth, seventh, eighth, and when it was raised to the ninth, it stopped.

"Song Zhi actually hid his cultivation!" The disciples of the same Mission Pavilion were shocked. Usually Song Zhi doesn't talk much, and his cultivation is very hard, but his cultivation has never been raised, and he has always remained at the fifth level.

"Now I have the strength to fight you."

"Yes, I didn't expect there to be such a hand, it seems that the one named Ma Ning'er just now also used this method to make my junior disciples careless, so he lost to you. It's really despicable! As soon as the words fell, Su Xin had already disappeared in place, and instantly came to Song Zhi, and the paper fan pointed at Song Zhi's eyebrows.

"So fast!" Song Zhi said in surprise, and at the same time raised his palm and slapped the paper fan.

Su Xin deftly turned the paper fan and pointed it at his throat again.

Song Zhi withdrew and lowered his right palm to pick up the paper fan, and took out his left palm and went straight to Su Xin's chest.

Su Xin smiled slightly, stepped back and retreated, and at the same time unfolded the paper fan and fanned it towards Song Zhi, and the fan formed countless sword qi and went straight to Song Zhi's front door.

Song Zhi only felt that there were countless sword shadows slashing towards him in his eyes, and the power was extremely powerful, and he hurriedly crossed his arms in front of him to resist the sharp sword qi.

And Su Xin's left palm had already slapped Song Zhi's chest.

Song Zhi mobilized the aura in his body and quickly concentrated it on his chest, forming a defensive plan to force Su Xin's palm.

Bang.

Song Zhi was photographed backwards for more than ten steps before he stabilized his body, and hurriedly circulated the aura to dissolve the congestion and unsmooth breath in his body.

And Su Xin shook the paper fan and looked at him with a sneer.

At this time, there was a group of people standing on a dirt bag far away from the Fengyun Arena, these people were all above the fifth level of the Tempered Body Realm, and the strongest had reached the sixth level of the Condensation Qi Realm, exuding a strong arrogance on their bodies, watching the battle situation of Fengyun Terrace with cold eyes, they were the inner disciples of the Qingyang Sect.

Inner disciples have always been not allowed to compete in the ring, for the simple reason that they are the elite of the elite. Since they were selected into the inner gate, all the cultivation resources have been tilted towards them, and the sect has made every effort to build elites in order to quickly improve the overall strength of the sect.

In the high mountains of the country, among the large and small sects, as long as any sect has a super strength and great power, it is more powerful than the sect with thousands of ordinary monks, so focusing on cultivating top talents is the most important task of a sect.

At this moment, a young man among the inner disciples said to a fresh and refined woman next to him: "I didn't expect it, there is a big gap between the Nine Levels of Refining the Body and the Perfection." If the disciple of the Mission Pavilion knew each other, he would quickly admit defeat and change Ma Ning'er to play. I really wanted to see what it was like for him to be photographed dead on stage. ”

Listening to Wei Long's smug laughter, the woman pursed her lips and watched the battle on the Fengyun Platform with a frown, she was Shen Qiuyue who entered the inner door.