With the announcement of the Xingming Daoist, the big competition officially began, and the twelve rings started the competition at the same time, and Mo Yang watched quietly.

At this time, the crowd was full of people under each ring, and among these crowds, there were disciples who were about to participate in the competition, there were disciples who came from other peaks after applying through the layers, and there were many disciples in the foundation building period who stopped to watch, and most of the Jindan-level monks were looking at the stone platform behind the master, although there was a lot of distance, but for the Jindan monks, it was not a problem.

"Hee-hee, Mo Yang." A crisp voice came from behind Mo Yang. Hearing this, Mo Yang smiled slightly, knowing that it was Lin Xin who knew that he was in the "Zi" ring through the information on the jade wall, so he looked for it.

"Long time no see." Mo Yang turned his head and smiled slightly.

"Hehe, yes, you see I'm now on the eleventh layer of Qi training." Lin Xin happily showed off.

Mo Yang touched his head: "Xiao Xin is awesome." Don't you have to stay with your master? ”

"It's okay, it's okay, I told the master." Lin Xin reached out and moved away Mo Yang's hand that was touching his hair and grinned.

"By the way, Mo Yang, do you know the situation of your opponent?" Lin Xin tilted his head and suddenly thought of something and asked.

Mo Yang looked at the cute and loving Lin Xin in front of him and said with a smile: "I don't know very well, I just know that it is a sword cultivator of the eleventh level of Qi cultivation." ”

"Sword cultivation? You have to be careful, the attack power of the sword cultivator is very high. Lin Xin was a little worried.

"It's okay, my strength, aren't you still at ease?" Mo Yang scratched her little nose and smiled.

Mo Yang and Lin Xin were already in the second round of the competition, and at this time, it was Senior Brother Wang, who was cultivating on the eleventh floor of Mo Yang's bedroom, and Senior Brother Wang's opponent was a disciple of the tenth layer of cultivation.

I saw Senior Brother Wang using a flying sword magic weapon, pressing and beating the opponent, and soon won the victory.

"Xiao Xin, it's coming to me soon, cheer me on." Mo Yang smiled.

"Uh-huh, come on Mo Yang." Lin Xin raised his small fist and smiled.

As the black-clothed deacon announced the start, Mo Yang jumped lightly and stepped into the ring.

And Mo Yang's opponent Yang Jie had also come to the stage at this time, Mo Yang looked at it carefully, this person was slender, with a delicate face, and an ordinary temple. looked not very old, and bowed his hand slightly: "Yang Jie, a disciple of the White Tiger Peak, please." ”

"In the Lower Xuanwu Peak Mo Yang, senior brother please." Mo Yang returned the salute.

When the words fell, Yang Jie sacrificed a high-grade magic weapon flying sword, with a faint golden light flashing, and it was very powerful at a glance.

Seeing this, Mo Yang did not hesitate to sacrifice the Fire Spirit Sword, the fire was shining, and from the momentum, the two were not equal.

Everyone in the audience was slightly surprised when they saw that both of them had sacrificed high-grade magic weapons, after all, Yang Jie's high-grade flying sword magic weapon was his long-famous magic weapon, and Mo Yang was basically unknown to everyone in the audience, and the cultivation he showed was only ten layers of qi training, and he could also have a high-grade magic weapon, which had to make people marvel.

The two of them on the stage didn't care about the exclamation of the disciples, Mo Yang pinched the magic trick in his right hand, and the Fire Spirit Sword took the lead and launched an attack. At the same time, the left hand was also pinching, and a faint earthy yellow light shrouded it, which was the body protection spiritual light technique.

"It's good, it's good" Yang Jie saw that Mo Yang took the lead in attacking, and he was not angry, and with a sword point, the golden flying sword Jin Guang Dasheng greeted him.

The golden light's fire light echoed each other, and for a moment they were fighting in mid-air.

Yang Jie saw that his own flying sword and the opponent's flying sword were in a stalemate, and he was slightly shocked in his heart, Mo Yang in front of him was only ten levels of Qi training, and he could actually compete with his own flying sword, which was amazing. But he didn't think much about it, he patted the storage bag, and took out a long sword again, which was also a high-grade magic weapon, but this time he didn't sacrifice it, holding the sword in his right hand, he jumped up, and went straight towards Mo Yang.

Mo Yang was taken aback, and he didn't hesitate to use the magic trick to turn back the Fire Spirit Sword, but when Mo Yang just made a move, the golden flying sword was pressed inside, and Mo Yang had no choice but to give up the Fire Spirit Sword to defend himself.

"Ah, be careful." Lin Xin, who was in the audience, was slightly startled when he saw Yang Jie rushing towards Mo Yang with a sword in one hand and a sword in the other.

On the stage, Mo Yang failed to recall the fire spirit sword, so he pinched his left technique, and suddenly fireballs went towards Yang Jie, who was holding the sword.

Seeing this, Yang Jie made a golden sword in his hand, and swung out several sword qi one after another, and the sword qi collided with the fireball to dissipate each other, but the ripples generated dispersed to the outside of the arena, but as soon as he touched the edge of the ring, he was stopped by the shield generated by the edge of the ring and eliminated.

But the two on the stage were each shocked back a few steps.

"Now only the mana of the Taiqing primary exercises can deal with the enemy, and it's okay to deal with the monks of the same level, it's still a bit difficult for Yang Jie, who is quite powerful, but now that Taiqing has so many Yuanying bigwigs present, he can't use the mana of the Dao Qing Sutra or the Nine Demon Sutra, this wave is a little difficult." Seeing this, Mo Yang secretly smiled bitterly in his heart, who knew that the first round was facing a master of the eleventh layer, and it was also a sword cultivator.

When Mo Yang smiled bitterly in his heart, Yang Jie on the opposite side was also uncomfortable, he originally thought that his opponent in the first round was just a monk who practiced qi at the tenth level, and he was not able to catch it under the powerful sword technique, but he didn't expect to meet a person who was different from ordinary people.

While controlling the fire spirit sword in the air, Mo Yang frowned secretly, and then his left magic technique changed one after another, and suddenly, the fireball, water column, earth thorn, sword, vine and other five element basic spells were cast in one go. Attack Yang Jie.

Yang Jie gasped when he saw this, not only Yang Jie, but everyone in the audience, including the Zhuji deacon on the small stage, was also shocked. You must know that although Mo Yang played only the five elements of the basic spell, but they are all instantaneous, and the interval between the five connections is less than one breath, and ordinary people have to count the time to cast a spell, so most of the cases are to use magic weapons against the enemy, or use a talisman that can be instantaneous against the enemy, but now when I see Mo Yang's instantaneous five basic spells, how can I not be surprised?

Even the Taiqing Yuanying monks on the stone platform were attracted to attention, but after seeing that it was Mo Yang, they shook their heads and sighed again and again, they all knew the talent of this son for spells, but it was a pity that there was no spirit body, and they were destined to stop at practicing qi. Many of the bigwigs shook their heads and stopped paying attention to this side.

Let's say that after Mo Yang hit five basic spells in one go, he slapped the storage bag again and took out a flying sword, which was the standard flying sword of the Taiqing Sect, and the magic trick was pinched and sacrificed straight out.

When Yang Jie played the five basic spells in Mo Yang, he was shocked and swung out his sword qi again and again, but he was still a beat slower, and was close to several basic spells, firmly hitting his body, but Yang Jie had already cast the body protection aura technique when he saw that the situation was not good, and the body protection aura was shaken up by ripples, Yang Jie was shocked and retreated, just after the battle was stable, but he saw a flying sword attacking his head. Before he could react, the flying sword stopped at three inches from the center of his eyebrows.

"Senior brother agreed." Mo Yang smiled slightly when he saw this.

Yang Jie was slightly startled when he saw this, looked at the flying sword in front of his forehead, and reluctantly sighed and waved his hand to withdraw the golden flying sword that had been stalemate with the Fire Spirit Sword in mid-air: "Thank you for your mercy, junior brother." ”

Seeing this, Mo Yang also withdrew the Fire Spirit Sword and the Standard Flying Sword.

After the deacon announced Mo Yang's victory, Yang Jie turned around and left lonely.

Mo Yang looked at his slightly embarrassed Xiao Se back and shook his head slightly. Immortal cultivators compete with heaven and earth for aura and resources with people.