The bright moon hangs high, the night breeze blows lightly, but the night of Taiyi Gate is not quiet, after the first day of the competition, the situation has undergone a lot of changes, the most striking of which is Ling Han, as soon as he made a move, he seriously injured the monk of the same level, almost became a dark horse, many people analyzed the injury of the unlucky disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect and found that Ling Han's strength was not inferior to that of the monk in the late stage of foundation building, and he was fully qualified to compete for the top ten, and there was an endless stream of people who came to inquire about the news, but they were all rejected by Fang Ye.

"Brother Ling, you have a good rest, I will definitely support you, I believe that you will definitely be able to enter the top three. Fang Ye squatted in front of Ling Han, looking full of confidence, but he quickly frowned, "Hey, are you sure, can you hold on to the ring so early?"

"Let your kid cultivate well, you have to make these messy things, now it's okay to lose it all, since you bet the treasure on me, let me rest and try to hold out a few more rounds." Ling Han scolded with a smile, it turned out that the master who Fang Ye had placed a heavy bet on came to the stage in the first round, and the opponent was the inner disciple of the Taiyi Sect, who had already been in the foundation building period three years ago, and was directly eliminated, and now that Ling Han's dark horse came out, Fang Ye bet his last hope on him.

"Okay, okay, you rest, I won't bother you. Fang Ye hurriedly withdrew, leaving the courtyard to Ling Han alone, he had already been eliminated, there was no need for pranayama, Han Xue and Ouyang Jue had both successfully guarded and were preparing for tomorrow's game.

After everything quieted down, Ling Han's divine sense appeared in the Qiankun Ring, "Senior, this divine soul is extremely powerful, but the consumption of divine consciousness is so amazing, although I defeated the opponent during the day, but I have only recovered until now, if I make two shots, I am afraid it will take a day to breathe, then it will be too late." ”

"This Qiankun Ding has been cultivated by the Yuanying True Fire, and the consumption of the imperial envoy is indeed unbearable for the master's current cultivation, but it is inferred from common sense that below the Void Dan Period, no one should be able to withstand the blow of the Qiankun Ding, as long as he does not meet a monk who is the same as the master and has a heavy treasure, it should be easy to pass the test, if it really happens, it is a battle of divine consciousness. Zhong Liyi also said helplessly, Ling Han's cultivation was too low, and he couldn't do anything.

"It's really not okay to use the soul attraction bell, the predecessors of Tianyunzi have disappeared for thousands of years, and this soul attraction bell is the same, even if those powers are a little suspicious, they will not be snatched on the spot, and the masters of the three factions are gathered, everyone must not give in to each other, maybe there is a glimmer of life in the cracks, it is better than using the eighth-level Dafa and the reincarnation wheel, back then, the predecessors of the mixed yuanzi used the eighth-level Dafa to kill so many masters of the three factions, I am afraid that as soon as this thing appears, I will be in a different place." Ling Han groaned.

In the next few days of competition, Ling Han lived up to Fang Ye's expectations, passed all the way, and became the dark horse with the highest voice, the only one who played in the second round, but he had been successfully defending, Fang Ye couldn't close his mouth with a smile, and those who came to inquire about the news had to pass through him, just selling some half-truths and half-truths and gossip to earn back all the spirit stones that had been lost before.

Hanxue lasted to the fifth round, Ouyang Jue relied on the best magic weapon forged for him by his uncle Ouyang Ye personally to the seventh round, such a performance has made Yuyangzi and Shuiyue Fairy very satisfied, everyone is also more enthusiastic about the top ten prizes of the best magic weapon, and Ling Han's performance almost surprised everyone, under the impetus of Fang Ye, Ling Han's origin was rumored to be amazing, everyone agreed that Ling Han was not only a disciple of Taiyi Sect but also a core disciple of the Zhongli family, because Qiankun Ding was recognized by many people, so the people who came to make friends broke through the threshold, and even many elders in the Yuan Infant Stage had thrown out olive branches。

Ling Han turned a blind eye to all this, and still quietly breathed every day...... In the game, at the end of each competition, he had to breathe with all his strength to recover the huge loss of divine consciousness and Yuan Force, and he even had to risk running the eighth-level Dafa to speed up the recovery, it seemed that he always defeated the enemy with one move, but in fact, he didn't have the spare strength to make a second shot at all.

"Amitabha, the donor's face is pale, and his divine sense is lost, I'm afraid it's not appropriate to fight again. The young monk in a moon-white monk's robe said to Ling Han, who was pale on the stage, this was the first battle for the top three, but Ling Han was against the candidate for the next abbot of Leiyin Temple.

It is said that this person was born with a smile on his face, a compassionate and compassionate appearance, born with a Buddha fate, was accepted by the abbot of Shikong as a personal disciple, in just three years of rapid progress, cultivation has been equivalent to the realm of the great consummation in the later stage of the foundation. Shot three times, without hurting the opponent in the slightest, all of which made the opponent lose convincingly, compared to Ling Han's move of knocking people into spitting blood at every turn, this white-clothed monk's road to the top ten seems to be both relaxed and graceful.

Ling Han secretly complained in his heart, when he fought yesterday, the opponent carried a heavy treasure, which was obviously given by the division commander, and the imperial envoy was more difficult than Ling Han, but he also forced Ling Han to shoot twice, at this moment, his divine sense has not been fully repaired, and he has met such an absolute master, this god is really worthy of Ling Han, compared to now, Ling Han's tricks are well known, and there are already many fiery eyes on Qiankun Ding, this monk will definitely come prepared, it is really a headache.

"Thank you for your concern, since you are still standing in this ring, you will never give up easily. Ling Han still said calmly.

"Since the donor is so persistent, then the little monk will come to understand the power of Qiankun Ding. Lei Yin Temple Jingxuan, please donor teaching. The white-clothed monk sat cross-legged in the void, his palms folded, and he recited the scriptures softly in his mouth, the treasure was solemn, and there were several golden rays of light behind him, and a momentum that was not fierce began to rise.

Everyone knew about Ling Han's move, and Jing Xuan was ready to take a hard blow. Ling Han couldn't wait any longer, his mind moved, and Zhong Li's madness became one, Qiankun Ding seemed to weigh more than 10,000 catties, slowly rising from the dantian, and a misty breath wrapped Ling Han in it, "Go" Ling Han shouted, Qiankun Ding went straight to Jing Xuan, who was sitting in mid-air.

The dense crowd of people in the audience was silent, all holding their breath and paying attention to how Jing Xuan responded to this move, it should be that no less than five challengers flew out upside down under this blow and never stood up again.

Jing Xuan did not dodge or dodge, his right hand slowly pushed out, and a golden giant palm came out, and the monks in the foundation building period were able to refine qi and transform into shapes, and it was not surprising that this golden palm was hit, but this golden palm shadow was not simply a collection of Yuan power, but contained endless Dao rhyme, and there was a force that shattered the heavens and the earth...... The powerful momentum of controlling all things, the golden light is shining, like substance.

Qiankun Ding collided on the golden giant palm, and suddenly aroused ten thousand golden lights to shoot out, the cyan light mask trembled violently, and the three judging elders hurriedly took action to resolve all the attacks that escaped, Qiankun Ding and the golden giant palm collided together, and could no longer move forward a bit, "Collect" Jing Xuan gently spit out a word, condensed and formed in mid-air, covering the Qiankun Ding, the golden light was sheng, and the light of Qiankun Ding was dim, and he flew slowly towards Jing Xuan's side.

Everyone has their own thoughts, and they are all nervous, this Qiankun Ding fell into the hands of Leiyin Temple, and it will never go back. Ling Han didn't expect this young monk to be so good at cultivating, his connection with Qiankun Ding became weaker and weaker, he bit the tip of his tongue, spit out a mouthful of essence blood, and at the same time shouted "Break" the divine sense attack instantly strengthened, the bright red essence blood submerged into the Qiankun Ding, and suddenly the blue light soared, the golden light could no longer be suppressed, the Qiankun Ding soared into the sky, floating above Ling Han's head again, Jingxuan Buddha Gong was forcefully dispersed, under the impact of the Yuan Force, the meridians were disordered, the qi and blood surged, and a trace of blood flowed out of the corner of the mouth.

Ling Han was even more miserable, his face was as pale as paper, the corners of his mouth were dripping with blood, under the reflection of the cyan light of Qiankun Ding, he looked a little terrifying, although the powerful blow just now got rid of Jing Xuan, his divine consciousness was also damaged, and his Yuan Force was exhausted. He quickly swallowed a few pills, and at the same time ran the eighth-level Dafa, the aura of heaven and earth converged into his body at a terrifying speed, he had already opened up the four key acupoints, and the speed of absorbing the yuan force was nearly a hundred times that of ordinary monks, and the milky white aura almost wrapped his whole body, this strange phenomenon made many elders in the Yuan Infant stage fall into contemplation, but Ling Han couldn't care about it so much.

"Does the donor want to continue the competition?" Jing Xuan naturally wouldn't give him too much time, he was slightly injured, and he was no longer in serious trouble at the moment.

"Ling hasn't fallen yet, so he naturally wants to continue. Ling Han gritted his teeth and said, while gathering the remaining Yuan Force, he slowly mobilized the Qiankun Ding.

"The master must not act rashly, the slightest carelessness will destroy the body and mind!" Zhong Limad was a little frightened.

"Since you have decided to take this road, you must go to the end, and now it is not in vain to give up the previous efforts? This battle must be won, if you have two hearts, don't blame me for being ruthless. Ling Han's divine sense was transmitted, and his tone became sharp.

Qiankun Ding flew out again with a rapid rotation, a few points faster than before, and slammed into the opponent with an indomitable momentum, Jing Xuan's face changed slightly, "It seems that the words of the master are really going to be fulfilled, alas, the destiny of heaven cannot be violated!" The originally compassionate eyes suddenly became resolute.