As soon as he heard that his own door was there, the disciples of the Spirit Gate ran over quickly, took the card and ran to their own master, without the support of the spirit beast, the next game can only be, they will be very passive, but with this card is different.

"To the crown prince," Yixi pointed to Zhao Zhili.

I hope Qingxiao can understand his thoughts, please the prince, and pave more ways for his future.

Zhao Zhili shook his head, his eyes firmly fixed on Yixi, "In the next melee, I have the advantage, you can put away this card." ”

Hearing Zhao Zhili say this, Yixi no longer insisted, "Senior brother, you take the brand, I'll go to the next game." ”

It's good to give the cub a care.

"No," the two said in unison, resolutely rejecting Yixi's idea.

Qingxiao coughed, "I'm a senior brother, there is a rule that a senior brother doesn't go to a junior sister, I'll go in the next game." ”

"With me, don't worry." Zhao Zhili just said four words, and then shook Yixi's hand and asked her to take the sign.

Seeing that both of them were so persistent, Yixi sighed lightly, "Be careful." ”

Yixi's words were said by looking at Zhao Zhili, and after Zhao Zhili showed a smile to Yixi that others had never noticed, he then went to the next competition venue.

The next game started in the early morning of the second day, and in order to understand the opponent and analyze the advantages of the venue, the other contestants chose to go to the competition venue in advance like Zhao Zhili.

The morning light shone slightly to the ground, and the second game began.

Yao Ge Yueya, Yang Lingmen Holy Sakura, Sword Gate Qingge, standing at the edge of the field to use the promotion card.

The first two abstentions did not have any suspense in the eyes of the viewers, but the extremely talented Qingge became the third person who abstained and was promoted smoothly, which surprised everyone.

But surprise is surprise after all, and after they use the promotion card, the boss waves his hand and opens the second playing field.

There is nothing special about the competition venue, in the flat and open competition pool, standing are the disciples who were promoted in the first game.

"Scuffle, if you are still on the stage after an hour, you will win," Sakurako half-squatted on the ground and touched the cloud tiger cub, muttering, as if talking to herself, or thinking that Yixi and the two did not understand the rules of the second game and explained it.

As the competition began, one or two disciples glanced at each other and rushed towards one of them together.

There was a scuffle in the audience, and the disciples who did not participate in the competition cheered for their brothers and sisters in the audience.

In the various aura explosions, the first person who was eliminated and thrown out of the pool appeared.

When she saw the clothes he was wearing, Yueya stood up slightly excited—the first one to be eliminated was, as expected, a disciple of her Medicine Pavilion.

Immediately afterwards, the disciples of the Spirit Cultivation Sect, the Miscellaneous Pavilion, and the Book Writing School, which had no spirit beasts to control, were kicked out of the competition pool; Of course, other sects have also been kicked out quite a bit.

After half an hour passed, there were only more than 100 people left in the pool, their eyes were full of jealousy, and no one dared to act rashly.

Yixi looked at Zhao Zhili, who was holding the sword in his hand, and raised his eyebrows with a cold expression, and after a fight, even the hair ornament did not show a trace of messiness, which showed that his ability was far higher than that of others, and at the same time he was the royal disciples standing next to him, watching each other.

However, what is most interesting to Yixi is not Zhao Zhili's ability, but Qingxiao.

Yixi could detect that Qingxiao didn't like Zhao Zhili too much, but in the melee, he was the closest disciple to Zhao Zhili besides the royal disciples.

"It's deadlocked," said the disciples from other sects on the side, holding the note tightly in their hands, "Don't let me lose, come on, senior brother!" ”

In the eyes of many people, he waved his hand, the scimitar behind his back slowly rose, and the white cloth hanging from the hilt and tip of the sword also floated in the air, and a huge portrait of a person appeared in front of him. "Please support my brother." He smiled and straightened the wrinkles on the white cloth.

"......" The disciples were silent, and their eyes rolled in tacit understanding.

I don't know who his senior brother is.

"What is his senior brother's name, Yu Cao?" Said Sakurako, who had met this crazy shouting for her brother in the first game.

The standard double knives made her a little bit more aware of the identity of that disciple - wasn't it the disciple they had robbed?

A disciple was also specially released to go out of the team.

Yixi looked down and saw Yu Cao holding a knife in both hands, half-squatting posture, although he did not occupy much space in the stone plate, but no disciple dared to provoke him.

The eliminated disciple of the Medicine Pavilion on the side smiled dumbly, "It seems that the senior brother in his mouth is also quite powerful." "How relaxed the mentality of the disciples on the stage is, how nervous the mentality of everyone in the audience is, looking at the opponents around them all the time, and cold sweat is pouring out on the foreheads of the disciples who are not of high quality.

Several disciples of the same sect, after glancing at each other slightly, condensed their spiritual power with their hands behind their backs, and then slapped their palms towards the sky, and the powerful repulsive force swept the competition pool.

Even the high platform occupied by Yixi has been affected a little.

They are trying to fight to the death and crush their sect's ranking to the top of this game.

Yixi hooked his hair flying forward, frowning lightly, wise and stupid thoughts.

If they can eliminate the other disciples in the competition pool with just one palm, then the next matches will only need to defeat Yueya, Shengyingzi, and ...... in turn

Myself.

Defeating Yueya and the two, they can be said to be useless, defeating themselves, looking at their posture, they should also think of how to deal with themselves - wheel race, many-to-one exhaustion of their spiritual power.

"It's a pity," Ling An Zhenren, who had the same thoughts as Yixi, looked at the competition pool calmly with his eyes, and chuckled lightly, "They underestimate the participating disciples this time. ”

The voice fell, took a deep breath, and with a big sigh, he raised his foot and stuck his horse without moving.

Other disciples who were mainly agile followed suit, plunging their swords into the floor and grasping the hilt firmly.

As early as when they began to exert their strength, Qing Xiao flew into the air with his sword, avoiding the first and most surprising repulsion; Zhao Zhili covered his hands and stood straight.

Some disciples chose to defend and wanted to wait for their spiritual power to run out, but of course, some disciples chose the opposite way of thinking, pulled out their bows and arrows behind their backs and shot at those people.

Although the arrows were not very powerful, there were still a few feathered arrows carrying spiritual power that broke through the defenses and passed by them.

Seeing that it worked, there were more imitators.

The spiritual power that supported the formation flew away like flowing water, and with the other disciples attacking it in groups, several people's faces turned pale, and the time for the game was only a quarter of an hour.

As the stage became more and more intense and heavy, the formation was broken, and several of the disciples rolled into the competition pool on the spot.

"The second game is over," the voice of the head of the sect sounded, and the disciples breathed a sigh of relief and walked down the platform to greet the participating disciples in their own door.

"If I had participated in this competition, it wouldn't have been like this," Glancing at the slightly pale faces of the participating disciples, Saint Sakura was clever and whispered.

If she participates, let alone lasts for a quarter of an hour, she may be the first disciple to be removed from the stage the moment the head announces the start of the competition.

He breathed a long sigh of relief, and was glad that she didn't participate, and the holy cherry blossom turned to leave, "I'll see you the day after tomorrow, Senior Sister Yueya, Senior Sister Qingge." ”

"Be merciful~"

"Senior sister, let's go back to the peak." Qingxiao, who had just withdrawn from the competition, stood beside Yixi with a sword.

Not far away, the original master, Ling An Zhenren, was rolling down his sleeves and motioning for the two to follow.

This time, the two disciples of his Sword Sect entered the last game, which was the scene that the real people of other sects did not want to see, no matter which one of them they encountered, the odds of winning were not very high, besides, the two of them entering the competition greatly increased Ling An's own chances of winning.

He also had to think of countermeasures, and instructed these two disciples who made him feel at ease.

In the urging of Qingxiao and Yueya, Yixi looked at Zhao Zhili, who slowly walked on stage, his lips moved slightly and said silently, "Remember your promise." ”

Then he stepped on the sword and flew down to the outside of the viewing pavilion.

Looking at the back of Yixi leaving, Zhao Zhili's eyes were slightly cold, he crushed the teleportation charm in his hand, and disappeared into the still cheering crowd.

Seeing this, the other royal disciples did what Zhao Zhili did, and their figures disappeared.

Qingya Courtyard, in the bamboo forest behind the mountain, Qiqi, who had turned into a line, stared into the distance with hateful eyes.

"Cultivation is not made in a day," out of nowhere he touched a tripod, Yixi threw the pill that Yueya handed over to him into it, and said lightly, "Qiqi, mortals have a lot of hardships in cultivation, not to mention the mechanical ascension." "It's a much more expensive price."

Holding a piece of green bamboo in his left hand, he knocked Qiqi's lazy and bent waist, Yixi's eyes never raised, and a trace of emerald green cloud pattern pill gradually attached to his gaze, "Benjun has practiced ghost cultivation, demon cultivation, and has never practiced as a high-intelligence system, your cultivation requires inner persistence, and I am just groping for a model suitable for you according to the experience I have gained." ”

Qiqi, who was fighting his wings, snorted twice, and the garbage host was using himself as an experiment.

Although Qiqi complained in his heart, he acted extremely obediently to Yixi's advice, straightened his waist, exhaled into the rich aura of the Shengqing Continent, and felt the flow of aura in his body.

"Big guy, is there a connection between this Xiaoqian World and the Xuanbei World?" An hour later, Qiqi flattered, who had woken up from meditation, asked.

When the words fell, I saw Yixi's hand pause slightly, and Yu Guang glanced at her, "What?" ”

As he spoke, the other empty hand threw the cultivated pill to Qiqi.

"Don't you think the two worlds are too similar?" Qiqidao, a trace of blue light flashed under his eyes.

But because Yixi didn't look at her, she naturally didn't notice another layer of meaning buried deep in Qiqi's eyes.

"Except that there are no ghosts in this world, other places are very similar." Yixi replied casually, but his eyes were dim and uncertain.

"Oh," Qiqi haphazardly stuffed the elixir into his mouth and whispered, "Then everything makes sense." ”

The mysterious appearance of the Seven Seven Gods made Yixi can't help but look at her a few more times.

"......" looked at Yixi as if he was looking at a fool's eyes, Qiqi snorted twice, "No wonder you are so familiar with this world, it turns out that the Xuanbei world is not much different." ”

Before Qiqi's words fell, Yixi's movements in her hand were stunned for a second, and then she nodded and carried her to pour a myelin-washing pill, and replied, "It's really similar." ”