After another ten days, the forty-four and a half-day foundation building period competition is finally coming to an end. Most of these are fifteen or sixteen or even thirteen or fourteen-year-old teenagers, and they are the freshest generation of blood in the Southern Regions, but due to the short cultivation time, they are not enough to truly show their talents.

On the last day, there were many fewer people who came to the Jade Spirit Peak than usual, but the average cultivation had risen by several realms.

After 44 days of elimination, some of the small sects in the Southern Regions have lost hope, packing up their things and preparing to leave, after all, the only ones they took out to participate in the competition were monks in the foundation building period.

And those who really stayed were all those larger sects. Although it is not as unattainable as the eight major sects, its strength is not comparable to those low-end sects.

The last four players in the foundation building period are the little monk of Jingwu of Kongzen Temple, the Zhanghe of the Corpse Kui Sect, the monk Nan Huazhong of the scattered cultivation of the Little Heavenly Dao, and the Wang Ru of the Aurora Sword Sect.

The battle group is Nanhua Zhong vs. Zhanghe, and the little monk Jingwu vs. Wang Ru.

To say that this empty temple is the temple and the rotten Ke temple, and is called the two strongest pure places under the eight major sects. Their origins are also very deep, and they are also a branch of the Zhongdu that year, and they escaped the destruction of the Zhongdu.

Later, because of the different directions of cultivation, they were finally divided into two two major temples, and these two big four have never conflicted with the outside world, but only concentrated on their own cultivation, and some people even speculated that their separation was unwilling to participate in the battle of the top five sects.

It wasn't until the five major sects became the eight major sects, and the three major cults rode on their heads, that they gradually revealed their bodies and began to act in the world again.

And this corpse Kui Sect is the latest rising force, and it has also quickly swallowed up many small cult sects, and many high-level people speculate that this is the figure of the Death God Hall behind Kuizhong.

As for this Aurora Sword Sect, he is also an old strong sect, thousands of years ago, he was also one of the five major sects in the Southern Regions, but later several ancestors failed one after another, and they didn't even have the opportunity to become scattered immortals.

The audience was crowded, and the two competition tables started at the same time. Nan Huazhong himself is the most popular candidate to win the championship, and this time the opponent is a cult sect, so naturally he has been given more attention and expectations.

Nan Hua Zhong's feet slowly swept away, and he froze, his face looked very solemn, and he felt a very dangerous aura from this zhanghe.

Neither of them spoke, staring at each other, but their minds were calculating each other's flaws.

Soon, Zhanghe's eyes lit up, and the black whip in his hand flicked towards Nan Huazhong's left ankle. The whip was powerful, and there was a layer of dark mixed with dark green energy attached to it.

The whip struck, and a sour and disgusting smell followed, and Nan Huazhong had no doubt that if he was whipped by this whip, he would definitely end up half-paralyzed. The corpse Kuizong is the best at using corpse poison, after the corpse poison, the body instantly blisters and ulcerates, paralyzing and unable to move, and the toxicity spreads to the limbs and hundreds of bones with the blood, which can directly corrode the internal organs and make the heart stop beating abruptly.

However, Nan Hua Zhong did not panic at all, a fireball suddenly appeared on the way to attack, as the fireball became bigger and bigger, the firelight became brighter and brighter, and the color became darker and darker, forming a thick layer in front of him.

If you want to say what poison is most afraid of, there is no need to hesitate to say that it must be fire!

Seeing the fireball appear, Na Zhanghe also realized that this South China Central Committee had obviously been prepared, otherwise it would not have been possible to make the fireball so big so quickly. And the flaw just now was also deliberately exposed by him.

He gritted his teeth, hurriedly turned around, and took the whip back with his strength.

This whip is damp, and the toxicity is all in this dampness, if he is allowed to fight like this, the whip can be pumped to Nanhua Zhong, but this poison can disappear.

If he loses this magic weapon for winning like this, in exchange for Nanhua Zhong being lightly whipped by the whip, he really can't make it.

Zhanghe has been paying attention to this Nanhua Zhong for a long time, and he is afraid of his endless methods and spells.

Their corpse Kuizong traveled the world with corpse poison, and he was most afraid of fire, and today he met this Nanhua Zhong, and he was already lamenting bad luck, and he was worried and eager to win, so he was easily played with by Nanhua Zhong's deliberate flaws.

Nan Hua Zhong was unforgiving, the sword in his hand suddenly floated into the air, and he had no control of vitality at all, as if he had an independent consciousness, and killed in front of Zhang He in an instant.

Originally, both sides were in full battle, and the overall momentum seemed to be evenly matched, but now that Zhanghe was in a passive position, he had to seize the opportunity to expand this slight advantage into an advantage.

Zhanghe saw the flying sword coming, and his face was shocked, "This is the legendary spiritual artifact?"

Gu Xiu's Imperial Technique is almost completely different from the contemporary control of flying swords.

Ancient cultivation consumes spiritual power, so cultivation is extremely slow, after all, you can't practice for long in a day and you will be tired and fall asleep. 40,000 years ago, the ancestor, after the cultivation was successful, felt that this method was very slow to work, just cultivating the art of imperial objects was an extremely waste of cultivation time, and the cultivation was very slow to improve, so he simply made a modification, and changed the consumption of spiritual power to the consumption of vitality, so that when practicing the sword, he could also improve his cultivation and hone his vitality, which can be described as killing two birds with one stone.

The contemporary avenue is the pursuit of cultivation, the most seeking the number of monks, and the foundation of cultivation after improvement, while the ancient Xiaotiandao pays attention to down-to-earth, step by step, the pursuit of monk quality, and the peace of mind to farm if there is no talent!

However, there are drawbacks to this. Gu Xiu did not pay much attention to cultivation when cultivating, but also attached importance to all-round development. From the beginning of contact with cultivation, he has already begun to exercise his spiritual power, so that although the early stage of entry is slow, the foundation laid is extremely solid, and it is extremely beneficial for the cultivation of Yuan Ying in the future.

This is also why Yuanying has become a watershed for contemporary monks. Hundreds of years old monsters may be primordial infants, and dozens of years old little children may also be primordial infants, the difference is in this spiritual cultivation, and the spiritual cultivation is enough, in order to break through and become a god.

Although Zhanghe was surprised in his heart, his movements did not slow down, his shoulders leaned, his ankles turned, and the flying sword brushed his clothes.

"Hmph, but that's it! If there is really no blessing of vitality, this flying sword is a piece of mortal iron, and it is difficult to hurt people at this speed. ”

Zhang He's heart had just risen to the beginning of a trace of contempt, and the flying sword that had already flown over had already pierced three inches above his tail vertebrae, which was a death hole, as long as the tip of the sword pierced a little more, he would definitely finish.

"I admit defeat!" Zhang He hurriedly shouted. The flying sword that was surging in his heart and controlled with his spiritual power was so flexible! According to his calculations, it would have had enough time to turn around and deal with this flying sword!

"Four into two, the first game, Sanxiu Nanhua Zhongsheng" The referee announced the result of the game, which relieved everyone who followed the game closely.

In fact, it was not that Nan Huazhong's subordinates showed mercy, but when he stabbed in, he found that there was a foreign body in this zhanghe, so he curled up in the death hole, as long as the zhanghe died, that terrible thing would definitely come out. Most of my sense of crisis comes from this.

"Why didn't this Nanhua Zhong just kill that turtle grandson at that time!"

"That's it! I was whipped by this turtle grandson, if it wasn't for the referee's rescue, I would have died!"

"The kindness of a woman is difficult to achieve!"

It was a pity that the righteous monks in the field were quite regrettable, and in their expectations, the best result would be for Nan Hua Zhong to kill that Zhanghe.

Unlike the-for-tat and quick battle on the Nanhua Zhong field, on the other side of the field, the little monk of Pure Enlightenment and Wang Ru of the Aurora Sword Sect first bowed to each other when they met, and then:

"Senior Brother Wang Ru, I'm offended!"

"Senior Brother Jingwu, don't be merciful, let's fight. ”

Wang Ru circled the sword flower, and the air around him was condensed with colorful tracks.

"Then Senior Brother, please first!" the little monk made a gesture of please.

"Then senior brother is not welcome!" Wang Ru didn't let him go, his toes pointed to the ground, the tip of his sword pointed directly at the little monk, and he smashed Huanglong with one move and pounced.

"The Buddha is like a golden bell, and the body is like a bow!" the little monk shouted, the horse squatted down, his buttocks tightened, and the whole body was like a bow, his vitality surged, and the phantom of a golden bell lit up around his body.

Wang Ru's sword pierced the golden bell, and there was no sign of any advance, and soon a huge rebound force came from the golden bell, shooting Wang Ru straight out.

"Wow, this little monk is not only good-looking, but also so strong!"

This little monk of Pure Enlightenment is the personal disciple of Master Mingxin, the abbot of Kongcian Temple, and the junior disciple of Monk Jingyuan. ”

"What? It's no wonder that the origin is so big!

"Don't be ashamed! You're only 14 years old! You just beat other people's ideas! What's more, they're a monk! Not close to women!"

......

It is said that Wang Ru was catapulted two feet away, and quickly stabilized his body in the air.

"Senior brother is good kung fu!" After an exclamation, he got up again, and drew colorful sword shadows around his body, like the aurora in the sky surrounding him, and then all the colored sword shadows instantly converged together with his movements, merging into the sword.

"Senior Brother Pick Me Up with a Sword"

Wang Ru's sword is fast and full of explosive power, and the temperament of the whole person is no longer as bells and whistles as at the beginning, and the moves only pursue beauty, but become sharp, fast, and rigid, and leave no way back when stabbed out with a sword.

When the little monk of Pure Enlightenment saw this sword, he was extremely shocked in his heart, he had heard of the Aurora Sword Sect's famous stunt - Aurora Slash.

Although this aurora slash was called a slash, it was indeed stabbed with a sword! It was much more powerful than he expected.

"The Buddha is like a golden bell, and the body is like a bow, and the palm is half a day red!" the little monk did not dare to be careless, and shouted in his mouth.

The big bell around the body suddenly appeared, and then the little monk blasted out a palm, and the golden bell around the body suddenly turned into a wisp of golden light and condensed into the palm, and the palm of the whole turned into a ruby, and a palm was pushed out, and the palm became bigger and bigger, and the aurora slash bombarded together. The aurora slash was scattered with a bang, turning into countless colored rays of light and splashing out.

That Wang Ru half-knelt on the ground, panting heavily, this blow consumed a huge amount of money.

Looking at the little monk of pure enlightenment again, the whole person was shocked and flew out, drew a parabola in the air, and fell into the arms of a big monk outside the field.

"In the second game of the foundation building period, the king of the Aurora Sword Sect wins!" the referee quickly announced the result.