Although he has been in the sect for a long time, in the impression of the low-level disciples, except for the ranking of more than 400 in the martial arts arena, there is no information, and he is usually like a stealth, except for cultivation and mundane affairs, there is basically no one to see.

Xiao Meow touched his chin, stared at the indifferent Xu Yan, studied it carefully for a while, and found that there was indeed no superfluous information about him in the jade slip given by Zhang Tian, and he looked ordinary and had no characteristics.

The purpose of this competition is to determine the top 10, and it is clear that there are three more people on the list.

In order to exclude these three monks, the sect decided to hold another round of competition.

But this time the competition depends on luck.

Thirteen monks draw lots at the same time, and the blue ones are drawn for the competition, and the white ones are automatically promoted.

Among them, there are six blue branches, each with a number at the bottom of the lot, from one to three, and those who draw the same number are each other's opponents.

This is a lottery related to fate, and the disciples of the sect automatically held their breath and stared, and the audience was silent.

Several people came to the stage one after another to draw lottery, and the monks who drew the white signatures were silently relieved, and the ones who drew the blue signatures looked nervous, looked at each other's numbers, and carefully figured out the opponent.

This time, Feng Wu was not so lucky, and what was drawn was a blue lottery with the number three.

Also drawn three with him is Zhou Hou.

Zhou Hou is not the same as the other disciples in the sect, the exercises that ordinary monks like are not very to his appetite, on the contrary, he has a unique talent in raising spirit beasts and spirit insects.

That is, what we often call a spirit beast master.

Legend has it that a few years ago, he was also an ordinary monk in the sect, but on an outing, by chance, he got a book that recorded the study of the habits of spirit insects, and by the way, he got an egg of a black-backed centipede, and since then he has embarked on the road of a spirit beast master.

According to Xiao Meow's knowledge, although the black-backed centipede is only ranked 580 on the spirit insect list, which is considered to be below average, but because the toxin on its back is very vicious, its actual combat strength is more than 400.

In the Spirit Worm List, the higher the ranking, the more powerful it is, and the corresponding greater help to the monks.

At the beginning of the period, I knew that Zhou Hou had switched to a spirit beast master because of a black-backed centipede with a ranking of more than four hundred, and I thought it was a little strange, but I found out after reading the classics.

With the change of time, it turns out that most of the spirit insects in the spirit insect list have long been extinct and have disappeared.

Of the more than 1,000 kinds of spirit insects recorded in the classics, it would be good to have more than 100 in existence, and most of these 100 species are one of the last 500 species that are relatively weak.

So Zhou Hou can get a black-backed centipede, and in Xiao Meow's opinion, it is definitely a shit luck-like existence.

Knowing Zhou Hou's specialness, and looking at the upcoming competition, Xiao Meow couldn't help but be a little worried about Feng Wu.

Thinking that there were still some powerful pills in the storage ring, but because Shangguan Lingyun had been by his side, Xiao Meow hesitated, and still sent Zhang Tian to run and send him over.

Left and right are a heart.

Watching Feng Wu and Zhou Hou slowly walk up to the competition venue, the audience was silent, and even the monks who were usually the most noisy stopped stopping.

The sect is still that temperament, and until the last day, the competition has always been held simultaneously.

In the end, the more exciting the competition, and in the same amazing competition, the trade-off is a problem.

In desperation, the monks of the sect had to be automatically divided into three groups.

However, from their faces, you can still clearly see the grievances in their hearts.

Compared with them, Xiao Meow has a lot of choices here, and he took Zhang Tian and them to wait under the field of Fengwu's competition.

Feng Wu is still the same as before, under the watchful eyes of everyone, she gently pursed the corners of her mouth, and her face was also flushed, a little unnatural.

But this is not natural because everyone is paying too much attention, and as for whether to win or not, it is not in his mind.

From the beginning of Feng Wu's appearance, Shangguan Lingyun's ice cube face, which was originally a little relaxed, became even more gloomy.

Everywhere there is a look of people not approaching, Xiao Meow's desire to survive is very strong, and he quietly moved a little farther away, widening the distance between the two.

Xiao Meow didn't have the courage, and Zhang Tian and the others didn't have the courage to do so, so they followed and stayed away.

I don't know if it's because of Xiao Meow's drive or what's going on, in short, there is no shadow of a monk within five meters of him.

Even the fairies in the sect who have always seen high-level male cultivators are like seeing meat and bones, and none of them dare to step forward.

It made Xiao Meow a little crying and laughing.

However, unlike Xiao Meow's attitude, Shangguan Lingyun instead looked leisurely, as if in this world, except for Feng Wu, he didn't want to get close to any monk.

Seeing this, Xiao Meow didn't know whether to be happy for Feng Wu or worried.

Just as she was thinking about the mess, the contest began.

I saw that Feng Wu first opened the technique of protecting the body and sacrificed the Qingling Sword.

The spirit sword flew around in the air quickly, and instantly turned into a cyan dragon, and the dragon's mouth spewed out bursts of cold air, shook its head and tail, and headed towards Zhou Hou on the opposite side.

This is not the first time Xiao Meow has seen the Qingling Sword, but every time he sees its power, it is still shocking.

Compared to the low-grade spirit weapon Liuyun Sword in his hand, the medium-grade Qingling Sword was obviously more than one grade higher.

But who doesn't let themselves have a good master, they can only watch and be greedy.

Xiao Meow said with emotion.

It's too late, the distance between the two is not far, and the green dragon is very huge, and a hovering kung fu has reached the top of Zhou Hou's head.

Seeing that Zhou Hou's head was about to be lost, who knew that Zhou Hou did not mean to be in a hurry, not only that, just like not being afraid of Feng Wu, except for opening the body protection technique, he stood motionless.

"Be careful, Senior Brother Zhou. ”

"If you don't dodge, you're going to die. ”

The crowd in the field, who were unwilling to be lonely, began to stir.

And Xiao Meow frowned slightly, let go of his divine sense with all his might, and after a moment, his face changed, and he shouted: "It's not good." ”

As soon as Xiao Meow's voice fell, he saw a centipede with a black back and countless long legs growing up and down less than five feet behind Feng Wu.

It is Zhou Hou's famous spirit insect, the black-backed centipede.

Xiao Meow's sense is good to be able to find this black-backed centipede early, although Feng Wu has not gone to the Dao Hall to try, but with Shangguan Lingyun here, how can his divine sense be weak, almost about the same time as Xiao Meow, he found this black-backed centipede.

However, knowing that there were many dangers behind him, Feng Wu didn't know why, but he was also like Zhou Hou and was indifferent.

Little Meow was anxious to die outside, and some regretted wanting to let go of the previous game.

And Shangguan Lingyun also frowned slightly, and his eyes became cold.

"Wonderful, when did this centipede appear?"

"No wonder Senior Brother Zhou dares to be so unscrupulous, it turns out that he has already had a backhand. ”

And the people began to talk about it again.

The dragon's eyes didn't blink, its mouth was wide, and the icy cold air spewed out of its mouth first.

Looking at the cold posture, it seems that there is no need to take off Zhou Hou's head, this temperature alone can freeze people through.

Seeing that Feng Wu didn't react, and the giant dragon rushed straight down, Zhou Hou's face finally had a hint of cracks at this time.

With a wrong step, he quickly left his original position, and pinched his fingers again and again in his hand, and quickly controlled the black-backed centipede towards Fengwu.

The ugly centipede, with its mouth wide open, spews out a rich black gas, which not only stinks, but also makes people feel very uncomfortable just smelling the smell.

Knowing that this was made by the toxins in it, he used his spiritual power a little to suppress this discomfort.

When I was in the outer area, I still felt that the smell was unpleasant, and in the depths of Fengwu, wouldn't it be even more dangerous.

At this time, the little meow can no longer be described as anxious, and the heart is almost anxious.

Feng Wu stood calmly on the field, controlling Qinglong to attack Zhou Hou with all his might, not caring much about everyone's anxiety at all.

If it was said just now that the distance between Qinglong and Zhou Hou was very close, the black-backed centipede was completely standing behind Feng Wu, and at this time, it only needed to open its mouth lightly to bite Feng Wu's thigh.

Seeing this situation in the field, the noisy crowd around them stopped, staring at the black-backed centipede without blinking, wanting to see how it destroyed the enemy.

And that black-backed centipede, as a high-level spirit worm ranked more than five hundred in the spirit insect list, of course had its own pride.

From the moment he found out that he was being ignored, he couldn't stop spewing cold air from his nose, obviously angry.

"A spirit insect still has this temperament. "I've never seen an angry bug, and the sound of a dumpling came from my consciousness.

Little Meow didn't answer, her brows furrowed tightly.

But the moment that everyone was waiting for did not come, just when the centipede opened its big mouth and quickly bit down on Feng Wu's thigh, the green dragon, who was still chasing Zhou Hou, disappeared from the sky.

When I found out again, it had steadily held up the phoenix and swallowed the black-backed centipede in one gulp.

"Damn, what's going on?"

"I don't know, this Qingling Sword is a medium-grade spiritual weapon, and it is also a very spiritual spiritual weapon in the legend, and it will automatically protect the fool of the master. Another monk explained dismissively.

"I didn't expect there to be such a spiritual weapon?" The scolded monk was not half angry, but even more surprised.

"It's really dirty buns. ”

Hearing this, Xiao Meow also blushed slightly, such a spiritual weapon is indeed recorded in the classics, but Xiao Meow is the first time to see it, if it is not for the divine sense is strong enough, to be honest, it is estimated that she will not understand the reason.

Let's just say, there are also high-grade spiritual weapons and top-level spiritual weapons in the spiritual weapons, why did Shangguan Lingyun give this mid-grade spiritual weapon to Feng Wu, it turned out that there was this reason.

According to the classics, there are many spiritual weapons that can convey spirits, but most of them are made by using countless rare treasures, and it is not a long time before they can be refined, and even if there is spirituality, it is only for the refiners who refine it.

And this one like the one in Feng Wu's hand is really rare.

It's no wonder that Little Meow didn't see it for a while.

Just when everyone sighed at the power of the Qingling Sword, Zhou Hou on the opposite side showed a strange smile on the corner of his mouth.