"Boss, you can't go up! If I had reached the seventh layer of qi refining, I would have gone up a long time ago, grinding and grinding!"

Xiao Fei on the side was itchy to watch, but it was a pity that he only had the cultivation of the fourth layer of qi refining.

Xiao Yu smiled freely, didn't say anything when he heard it, and quietly watched the competition on the stage.

There were fifteen rings in the Qi refining period and fifteen rings in the foundation building period, and there were already people in each ring who had begun to defend at this time.

In the ring in front of Xiao Yu and the three of them, two male disciples of the eighth level of qi refining were fighting hotly at this time, and the spirit sword was under the control of the monk, or flew into the air to compete, or held a hand-to-hand opponent.

Every time the two swords intersected, they exuded spiritual power fluctuations, causing ripples in the surrounding air.

In addition, the sword trick in his hand was pinched quickly, and when his fingers flew, the spiritual power poured out, and when he reached the opponent, he exploded into a brilliant sword flower.

The Infinite Immortal Sect is not all sword cultivation, and those disciples who fail to obtain the spirit sword will choose other methods to cultivate.

However, when competing with sword cultivation, it is obvious that there is a loss. The spirit sword can be attacked from a distance or at close range, and the long-range attack can control the spirit sword while playing spell moves.

It makes those disciples who can only use spell moves miserable.

"Bang~"

After hearing a loud noise, the victory and defeat in the ring in front of him had been decided, and the champion gasped for breath, and saluted the disciple who fell in the ring: "Senior Brother Lei has conceded." ”

The disciple surnamed Lei spat out a mouthful of blood, stood up tremblingly and saluted back, and then retreated from the ring.

After three battles, the disciples who were guarding the ring were obviously a little struggling, and looked at the audience and said, "Which other fellow disciple is teaching?"

Xiao Fei pushed Xiao Yu, only to see Xiao Yu standing still, and suddenly a little annoyed.

Seeing that another disciple had taken the stage first, he was dissatisfied and said, "Boss, take advantage of his illness to kill him! What a great opportunity, just miss it." ”

It's just that as soon as he finished speaking, the disciple who was guarding the ring was defeated by a few moves, and he got out of the ring in frustration.

The new guarding disciple is the ninth layer of qi refining, looking at him, Xiao Yu Shi Ran jumped into the ring.

As soon as Xiao Yu came to the stage, the guards naturally knew each other, and hurriedly saluted: "Please also ask Uncle Xiao to teach!"

Xiao Yu smiled and also saluted: "The senior nephew is the ninth layer of qi refining, and the senior nephew must be merciful." ”

After the two of them exchanged polite words, they sacrificed the spirit sword almost at the same time.

"Ding~"

The two swords intersected in the air with a crisp sound. After the ripples of the Dao, the snow-white spirit sword suddenly bloomed with a dazzling white light, and the sword qi was great, directly cutting down the opponent's spirit sword.

The sudden change caught the other party off guard and suffered a loss. Xiao Yu took the opportunity to raise his left hand and grabbed the opponent's spirit sword in the air, and directly grasped the spirit sword firmly in his hand.

The moment the spirit sword was caught, it was still struggling desperately. Obviously, the other party still wanted to control the spirit sword and get out of Xiao Yu's control.

The corners of Xiao Yu's lips hooked, and the snow-white spirit sword stabbed straight at the opposite door.

Staring at the tip of the sword that exuded a chill in front of him, the ninth-level disciple of Qi Refining had to bow his head and admit defeat.

All this happened in a few breaths, and the competition was over.

After returning the salute, Xiao Yu heard Xiao Fei's loud voice shouting: "The boss is amazing, beat them all!"

This hatred was enough, and when the audience disciples next to them heard this, they all glared angrily, glared at Xiao Fei, and shouted one after another: "What about Uncle Xiao, in front of Zhuji Dan, everyone is equal." "Then they scrambled to get into the ring.

During this period, someone had not yet come to power, and when he saw that he was being preempted, he was willing to give in, so he fought like this, and everyone was stunned.

Xiao Yu put away his smile and glared at the two stunned people fiercely. Xiao Fei shrunk his neck, looking at the out-of-control scene with some fear.

The farce was quickly suppressed by the law enforcement disciples, and the competition was able to continue. With the lessons of the past, although the disciples also wanted to play by themselves, they saw that someone was taking the lead, so they couldn't help but refrain from doing it.

The one who came up was also the eighth layer of qi refining, and after saluting Xiao Yu, "Uncle Junior, I'm Wang Yu, a disciple of Wudao Peak, look at the move!"

Before the words fell, the spirit sword in his hand roared.

Xiao Yu hurriedly raised the spirit sword to block, and after picking up the opponent's spirit sword, his feet flashed again and again, and in the blink of an eye, he stabbed at him with the spirit sword in his hand.

Wang Yu's eyes flashed with a hint of panic, and he said Okay, compete with the sword move, what are you doing close to you!

It's a pity that Xiao Yu's sword was too fast, and before he could make a move, the snow-white spirit sword was already on his neck.

Watching Wang Yu, who looked unwilling, step down, Xiao Yu shook his head, it was too tender. There is no desire to challenge at all.

Xiao Yu is like this, relying on his rich experience, he often subdues his opponent with one move, and there are many ninth-level disciples among them.

"The little junior sister taught well, it seems that Xiao Yu's nephew is stable in the first three. ”

The Endless Sect Master looked at Xiao Yu on the stage, and praised Qing Yue next to him with joy.

Regarding the praise of the senior brother, Qing Yue only slightly curled the corners of her mouth, revealing a faint smile, and then continued to watch the competition in the ring.

This scene just happened for Zifeng Daojun to capture, and that gradual smile suddenly made him fly out of the sky, and he felt that his whole body was crispy and numb. Looking at the eyes of the beginning of the love month, it slowly became sluggish.

Xiao Yu on the stage directly won nine games in a row, shocking the disciples below, and the initial clamor instantly fell silent.

Looking at Xiao Yu, who was still relaxed, no one dared to go to this last game. This is also outrageous, almost all of them are one-move to defeat the enemy, and it also makes the game unpleasant.

Xiao Yu wanted to end the competition as soon as possible, but seeing that no one was on stage, he had to remind: "Everyone, wait any longer, I will be back to normal." When the time comes, your hopes will be even slimmer. ”

As soon as these words came out, they immediately reminded everyone that the evening is not as good as the morning. I saw a male disciple of the tenth layer of qi refining rushing into the ring, "Zhang Zixuan, a disciple of Wuheng Peak, come to receive the teaching, Uncle Xiao, you are the eighth layer, you should make a move first." ”

Zhang Zixuan was polite, dressed in a blue Qi refining disciple costume, but he did not forget that he was a tenth-level cultivator. He is now eighteen years old, and he can cultivate to the tenth layer of qi refining, and his talent is also excellent, but compared with Xiao Yu, who was at the eighth level of qi refining at the age of ten, it is obviously not enough.

For the first time since his rebirth, facing a monk two levels higher than himself, Xiao Yu didn't dare to hold it up, so he nodded and took the lead.

After pulling a sword flower, the snow-white spirit sword burst out.

"Huh~"

With the sound of breaking the air at an extremely fast speed, the spirit sword suddenly shot diagonally into the air, turning in the air and pointing directly at Zhang Zixuan.

The moment Xiao Yu took out the spirit sword, his body moved, and his palm, which was full of spiritual power, slapped the opponent's chest.

Zhang Zixuan put a spiritual shield on himself without slowness, and saw that it was a blue shield that wrapped people.

After doing all this, Zhang Zixuan used the spirit sword in his left hand to block the snow-white spirit sword that shot in, and at the same time, his right hand shrank back, and suddenly met Xiao Yu's palm.

"Bang~"

The two palms struck, and in an instant, blue and white spiritual power clusters emanated from the two palms, and then spread to the entire ring.

As soon as the palms of the two hands touched, they quickly separated.