After experiencing Zhang Donglai's battle, many outer disciples finally looked at each other with admiration, and understood that this young man was far from being as simple as he seemed on the outside.

After Fang Zong's first battle, the consumption was extremely great, and he sat down cross-legged when he stepped off the test bench and recovered quietly.

The combat power of the Condensation Qi Realm is really extraordinary, maybe the strength of the physical body is far inferior to him, but with their exercises, the power is extraordinary, relying on the strength of the physical body alone, it is not easy for him to win.

Thanks to the strength of the dream power, which is enough to penetrate Zhang Donglai's protective body, he won by tricks.

But this is also the reason why Zhang Donglai doesn't have a magic weapon, he only needs the other party to sacrifice the magic weapon, no matter how strong Fang Zong's dream power is, his arrow feathers can't penetrate the magic weapon, and defeat is inevitable when the time comes.

The second round of the competition ended quickly, except for Tong Fei, who was bye, the other six people all competed.

Fang Zong and the two outer disciples of the Blood Refining Hall advanced to the third round, although most of the disciples of the Blood Refining Hall were not extremely talented, but because of the long-term fighting with others, they were extremely experienced, so in terms of combat power, the disciples of the Blood Refining Hall were higher than the other two in the Tianyu Sect.

Because of the need to recover his spirit, Fang Zong did not observe the fighting process of the two outer disciples of the Blood Refining Hall, but Sun Lei observed it intentionally, and only told him four words: "Unfathomable!"

Fang Zong was not afraid, and still walked onto the test platform.

Tong Fei stood with his sword in his hand, still the first to draw lots, and directly took out a small ball from the wooden box.

"Damn, it's not No. 1!" Tong Fei cursed, listening to the announcement of the referee elder, everyone knew that the ball he drew was actually No. 2.

The other two disciples of the Blood Refining Hall stepped forward to draw lots, only to see that one of the outer disciples saw his number, and his face suddenly participated. When the ball was picked up from the wooden box, everyone could see it clearly, number one.

It's no wonder that his face is ugly, his opponent is a rare kendo wizard in the sect, and the odds of this outer disciple are very low.

Fang Zong didn't need to step forward to draw lots, and directly faced another outer disciple.

The first competition was about to begin, and what was surprising was that the disciples of the Blood Refining Hall who had drawn the No. 1 ball did not flinch, but resolutely stepped onto the competition platform.

"Senior Brother Meng Fang, this person's name is Han Qinglei, it has been three years since he was promoted to the outer gate, and his strength is very strong, but it's a pity, he is so unlucky, he actually ran into Tong Fei!" Sun Lei introduced Fang Zong on the side, and now that he was promoted to the outer gate of the Danqi Hall with Fang Zong's face, he naturally regarded him as Fang Zong's gang, after all, in the Tianyu Sect, if there is no backer, it is difficult to move an inch.

Although Fang Zong is young, he is extremely talented, in Sun Lei's eyes, he is a living thigh, worth hugging, and he spares no effort to help.

"You don't admit defeat?" At this time, on the test table, Tong Fei glanced at Han Qinglei coldly and laughed disdainfully.

Against the demon Tong Fei, everyone was not optimistic about Han Qinglei, but Han Qinglei still walked on the test platform, which surprised many people.

The outer disciple just bowed his hand and said, "Blood Refining Hall Han Qinglei, please give me advice!"

Tong Fei sneered, looked to the other side, and his posture was extremely arrogant.

"Let's go!"

Under the order of the referee elder, but seeing Han Qinglei's hands flying like flowers and butterflies, forming countless handprints, and then two black lights flew out of his sleeves, as fast as lightning, and flew towards Tong Fei.

Someone recognized the magic weapon used by Han Qinglei, and said in astonishment: "This is the Jintong Zimu Sword, which is made of Jintong wood that was split by lightning in the Southern Wilderness, and it contains thunder!"

Sure enough, everyone saw that the two black lightning rays shot out by Han Qinglei flashed, releasing a terrifying thunderbolt.

If other outer disciples encounter this magic weapon, they will definitely be helpless, because the thunder intent of the Jin Tong Zimu Sword can be transmitted from the magic weapon, and it is not easy to defend it.

Tong Fei saw the thunder and lightning coming towards him, snorted coldly, and said, "I have some skills!" But he didn't move a step, used his finger as a sword, shouted loudly, and stabbed forward.

"Canglong Sword Intent!"

I didn't see how Tong Fei's spiritual power surged, but there seemed to be an invisible momentum enveloping his fingers, and with him shouting, that terrifying momentum actually broke through the thunder and lightning of Jin Tong's mother sword, like an invisible giant sword, like a bamboo.

"Dang!"

With a loud bang, the Jin Tong Zimu Sword was knocked out by the invisible giant sword, and Han Qinglei immediately spit out a mouthful of blood.

Jin Tongzi's mother sword was refined by him, his mind was connected, the magic weapon was knocked away, and his mind was also affected, so that Tong Fei's Canglong sword intent still did not counteract, and came towards him.

In a hurry, Han Qinglei shouted: "I admit defeat!"

The rules of the outer door are that once the opponent admits defeat, they cannot continue to attack.

Tong Fei heard Han Qinglei admit defeat, smiled disdainfully, his fingers shook, and the invisible Canglong sword intent dissipated. He didn't use all his strength, so he had plenty of strength to advance or retreat, and he looked extremely relaxed.

Many outer disciples were amazed, they didn't expect that with such a magic weapon as the Jintong Zimu Sword, Han Qinglei was still not Tong Fei's opponent, and was defeated by one of his moves. Han Qinglei is not very old, his appearance is not bad, coupled with his talent, standing on the test table at this time, he is even more chic and free, so it makes many female disciples of the outer sect beautiful.

Tong Fei enjoyed such a feeling of attention, and the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked.

In the second competition, Fang Zong and Yuan Ke, another outer disciple of the Blood Refining Hall, walked onto the competition platform.

Fang Zong had seen Yuan Ke make a move before, he just found a small drum and shook it at will, the other party was like drunk, became confused, and then walked off the test table by himself uncontrollably.

Sun Lei told Fang Zong that Yuan Ke's magic weapon was called the Soul Drum, don't look at the small drum that was ordinary and dilapidated, but it had a strange power, just shake it, and the sound waves emitted by the Soul Drum could confuse the other party. Of course, if the opponent's will is firm, then the effect of the soul drum will be greatly reduced.

"It seems that Lady Luck is still standing by my side!" Fang Zong grinned.

This Yuan Ke is also unlucky, if he meets others, it is easy to say, and even Tong Fei is a little tricky against him, but he just encountered the freak of indulgence.

Fang Zong's most powerful advantage now is his physical body and his will.

After falling asleep, Fang Zong's will was far stronger than that of ordinary people, enough to ignore the sound waves of the Dementor Drum.

The two walked onto the competition table, and under the referee's order, sure enough, Yuan Ke took out the proud soul drum, injected spiritual power into it, and shook it.

The sound waves spread like a tidal wave, spreading in all directions, and everyone watching the battle felt a buzzing in their ears.

"Hehe, you can't stop my soul waves, boy, you can jump down by yourself!" Yuan Ke controlled the soul drum and constantly emitted sound waves, trying to control Fang Zong and get him out of the test platform.

However, Fang Zong remained unmoved, and his eyes were clear.

This scene made Yuan Ke a little frightened, and subconsciously increased the spiritual power injected into the soul drum.

But Fang Zong still didn't move, as if he slapped Yuan Ke hard, and Yuan Ke felt embarrassed.

"Give up, this magic weapon is useless to me!" Fang Zong smiled.

Yuan Ke's face changed, but he quickly regained his composure and put away the soul drum.

Fang Zong smiled and said, "What's the matter? Senior Brother Yuan, are you going to admit defeat?"

"Hmph, I won't admit defeat to you hairy boy!" Yuan Ke sneered and took out a small wooden sword from the Xuanyu ring. "Originally, this was still a secret method used to deal with Tong Fei, but now it seems that it can't be used!"

Fang Zong's face was calm, his eyes were staring at the small wooden sword that Yuan Ke took out, he could feel that the small wooden sword contained a trace of dangerous aura.

"An imitation of the Zhuxian Sword?" Tong Fei exclaimed.

The Zhuxian Sword is a well-known artifact in the fairy world, even if it is used by mortals, it can kill immortals, so it is called a peerless murderer. Naturally, there could be no real Immortal Sword in the mortal world, otherwise the monks of the Quartet would have been attracted to plunder.

This is just an imitation of the Zhuxian Sword, and its power is far less terrifying than the real thing, but it is more than enough to deal with some ordinary monks.

As soon as the wooden sword came out, an astonishing killing intent poured out from the sword body, approaching Fang Zong.