When Lin Xiuqi was ranked nineteenth on the list of outstanding talents of the Houtu Academy, the Dijing Mu family noticed him, but he never had the opportunity to contact him.

Mu Dongming already knew the other party's life experience, and at the same time, Lin Xiuqi was a monk of Houtu Academy, so for the Mu family, he was not an unrelated person, and everything that happened in the family might not be long before everyone knew about it, and there was no need to hide it.

He sighed lightly and said, "Not long ago, there were many skirmishes on the border of Huaxia Kingdom, and there were monks involved. Under the investigation, it was found that there was the shadow of the True Immortal Hall monk behind the conflict. Recently, the mortal world is not very peaceful, the True Immortal Hall is very active, they continue to disturb the lives of mortals, causing large or small damage, the family has been running between solving all kinds of problems, and it coincided with the beginning of the national war, many people are in full preparation for the war, neglect to take precautions, and are exploited by the other party. After learning of the actions of the True Immortal Palace, the family decided to give priority to protecting the safety of Huaxia Kingdom, and immediately made a decision to send the clansmen to quell the chaos, even if they lost some benefits, they could not ignore the mortals. The people who were brought back by Uncle Chiaki were some of the people who had returned from the border. ”

Lin Xiuqi nodded when he heard this, thinking to himself, it turned out that the life of the Protector Clan was not stable, not only did they need to cultivate themselves, but they also needed to take care of the lives of mortals, and sure enough, power and obligations followed. He opened his mouth and said: "If there is a need for Lin, but it doesn't hurt to say it, as a person from Huaxia Country, Lin has an unshirkable responsibility, and he is willing to do his best!"

When Mu Dongming heard this, he showed gratitude, he knew that Lin Xiuqi was a strong person in the Houtu Academy, and his future was limitless, and it was definitely not a bad thing to be good with the other party, and he didn't find the other party in the audience, if the other party didn't really intend to help, how could he expose his identity.

"Thank you Brother Lin for your help, I am grateful!"

At this time, the Mu family had not yet played, and Lin Xiuqi didn't know the situation of the Mu family, so he just came to ask the reason, and the inquiry was over, but the two didn't know what to say, so they could only return to the venue in a sneering manner.

In the ring, the battle between Hua Chengzhi and Park Yongxin was nearing the end, the two of them looked very embarrassed, Hua Chengzhi was disheveled, the vines in the sleeve robe were incomplete, Park Yongxin was gray-faced, there were many blood marks on his body, and his breath was weak.

The two sides confronted each other for a moment, and Hua Chengzhi spoke: "Brother Pu's methods are exquisite, Hua is not as good as Hua!"

"Take!"

Lin Xiuqi thought to himself, just admit anything, I haven't seen it yet!

Silva said in a low voice: "The monk of the Pu family is good at fire attribute exercises, attacking wood with fire, and he already has an attribute advantage, not to mention that the flower clan is sending men. Everyone didn't expect that this Hua Chengzhi would not hesitate to explode his body and counterattack the opponent with burning vines, causing damage. At this time, if he continued to compete, he would inevitably be seriously injured, and the gains outweighed the losses. ”

Lin Xiuqi looked at Hua Chengzhi and nodded secretly, he didn't expect that just for a competition, someone would sacrifice himself to attack, at this moment, he found that where the flower clan monk was sitting, everyone's expressions were not solemn, as if nothing happened, no one questioned Hua Chengzhi, and even he was not frustrated, I don't know if the flower clan monk really looked down on the victory, or if there was another reason.

At this time, the monks of the Miyamoto family and the Abdul family were already standing in the ring, and the person who fought in the Miyamoto family was not someone else, it was Miyamoto Naoto who had a relationship with Lin Xiuqi, and the monk of the Abdul family was named Amusi, who was a man but covered his head and face with a white cloth, leaving only a pair of eyes.

This person is the same as Miyamoto Naoto, both of them are in the early stage of agility, but Amusinai is the peak of the early stage of agility, and may have some advantages.

The Miyamoto family made a living from knives, and the ancestor of the Abdul family was a king who was good at scimitars.

"The third game of the first round of the national war, the Miyamoto family vs. the Abdul family, let's start!"

As soon as the words fell, Miyamoto Naoto took out a silver spirit knife and put it in the scabbard, and the next moment, he quickly drew the knife, and a sword qi flew out, and the sound of breaking the air was loud, looking powerful.

Amuxi took out an earthy yellow scimitar, and with a slight wave, sand and dust appeared, and the tornado formed by the sand and dust collided with the sword qi, making a huge roar.

The two of them exchanged swords, not at all like a competition between monks, but like a competition between mortal warriors.

On one side is the son of the long-famous Sword Saint family, the sword moves are wide open and closed, and there is a hint of great ingenuity, and on the other side is the descendants of battle-hardened warriors, every move and style are taking the other party's life, there is no sense of elegance, it is completely a fighting move. Qi Yan reads

The two sides went back and forth, and they fought dozens of moves in just a few breaths, and this kind of direct duel brought a strong visual impact, and the onlookers couldn't help but start cheering, and Lin Xiuqi was even more attentive to the two of them's every move.

His cultivation is about to reach the stage of agility, and although the moves of the two of them are similar to those of mortal martial artists, under careful observation, many small techniques can be discovered.

The two seem to be friendly competitions, but in fact, in many cases, there is a life-and-death crisis in the slightest, and onlookers cannot fully understand this sense of life and death.

In the blink of an eye, a quarter of an hour has passed, the breath of the two is a little unstable, just a quarter of an hour, the two of them fight with all their might, without leaving a hand, the consumption is extremely great, if it goes on like this, I am afraid that before the victory is divided, the two will fall due to lack of spiritual power.

Amusi was the first to change his move, he put the scimitar behind his head, his body half crouched, made a strange position, and was ready to attack.

The next moment, the wind and sand suddenly rose, covering his figure, and the tornado rushed towards Naoto Miyamoto like a living thing.

This move has appeared several times in Fang Cai's competition, and each time it was easily dodged by Naoto Miyamoto and counterattacked with sword energy.

However, this time it was different, he held the spirit knife tightly in his hand, the knife did not enter the sheath, and he made an almost twisted charging posture defenselessly, and the next moment, he drew the knife.

When he drew the knife, his figure was a little blurry, and in an instant, the person and the knife reached an inexplicable sense of resonance, with Lin Xiuqi's eyesight, he didn't even see the other party's moving footsteps, Miyamoto Naoto's body seemed to rush out with the power of the knife, or Miyamoto Naoto at this moment is a knife.

The sword qi collided with the dust, and this time it collided, and there was a shocking noise, and the sand and dust were everywhere, and there was no sound of fighting among them.

After a while, the sand and dust dissipated, Miyamoto Naoto held the spirit knife, spit out a mouthful of blood, and half-knelt on the ground, on the other side, Amuxi left a terrifying wound on his chest, he didn't say much, immediately took the healing pill, turned around and walked out of the ring.

At this moment, the Miyamoto family erupted in enthusiastic cheers, and this competition was obviously Miyamoto's superior skills.

In this battle, not to mention the feelings of other people, Lin Xiuqi learned a lot, of course, there was an idea in his heart that lingered - sure enough, there are battle scenes in the world of immortal cultivation that cannot be imitated by special effects.

At this moment, Lin Xiuqi found that all the barbarian monks were looking at him in unison, and he suddenly realized that the next competition was between the barbarian and the tiger clan.

Where the Tiger Clan was seated, Hu Tianchuan had slowly gotten up, and he looked at the place where the Barbarian was seated, but no one got up, and his face showed incomprehension.

Previously, when he saw the barbarian monk appear, he found that Gu Xiaoman and Silva's cultivation had reached the agility period, and it was expected that the two would inevitably play, he had already made a plan, if Gu Xiaoman, who was good at onslaught, appeared, he would collide with the opponent, and if Silva, who was known for his speed, would defeat the opponent with a thunderous blow.

At this moment, Hu Tianchuan found that the face-to-face monk next to Wu Xin stood up, his face became very ugly, for the same reason, this person was a peak cultivator of Qi Gathering, and he could not be compared to him at all, which was obviously the Li Man tribe humiliating him.

Hu Tianchuan suddenly exerted his strength with his feet, jumped high, landed on the ring, and stood with his head held high, completely contemptuous of his opponent.

Lin Xiuqi ignored the other party's attitude, he walked to the edge of the audience, jumped lightly to the ground, and walked leisurely to the ring, looking at the other party expressionlessly.

"Tiger Clan Tiger Tianchuan, I didn't ask ......"

"Li Man Tribe...... Forehead...... Scott!"