After Ji Liwei received the reward for the halftime match, she gave the Thunder Bead and the Gangfeng Stone Essence to Fu Yi, the reason why she participated in the ring competition was this, and after she got it, she didn't want to go to the later stage to try her skills.

Hearing that Fu Yi was going to break through the late stage of the ring, and then go to the ring to win a hand, so that she could earn two rewards and give her away, Ji Li smiled with joy, and couldn't wait to turn around on the spot to express his happiness. It's not that she covets the condensate pill and magic weapon, but the sincerity in exchange for the same sincerity, and her enthusiasm has not been extinguished by cold water.

She had long thought that if Fuyi and Zhong Yun were no longer willing to have a deep friendship with her, she would finish the kindness of the year, and no longer take the initiative to attract their eyes. The friendship between the monks was fateful, and although there were regrets, it was good for her to have a clear conscience.

At this time, I heard Fu Yi say that she wanted to earn the rewards for the next two games, which was a surprise, and the more Ji Liwei thought about it, the more he felt that he had a really good vision, and he didn't miss these two people when he was so flustered before.

As soon as the mid-stage ring was over, the late stage began immediately, and there were only 1,000 contestants, which was much less than the first two realms, and the entire ring only needed to be opened five times to produce 500 monks to enter the midfield.

There is only one chance in the preliminary round, and everyone is watching around before drawing their opponents to see what potential opponents are like, whether their spiritual breath is calm, and their momentum is insufficient. She should have been despised in a group of late foundation building periods, but with the glorious deeds of Ji Liwei in front of her, she became the object of everyone's vigilance.

When a middle-aged man in a crow-blue robe drew his clothes, the smile on his face was about to freeze. Their competition was held in the fifth game, and the middle-aged man walked over to Fuyi worriedly, as if he wanted to ask something, but suddenly frowned and walked away.

"You can't be ashamed of being in front of you. Qian Duo wanted to say a few words of encouragement, but as soon as the words came out, they were not very good, he was a little annoyed, but he didn't want to open his mouth again, so he stood awkwardly and didn't speak.

Fuyi and Ji Liwei were used to his headless words, so they didn't take it to heart at all, and talked about going to the East China Sea by themselves.

"I'll go buy some talismans for later, after all, I'm walking with people, and spiritual power can be saved. "Ji Liwei has often formed a temporary team with people to explore over the years, and the biggest experience is that he can use a talisman to explode without using a magic weapon, and the more sufficient spiritual power in his body, the safer he is.

As a sword cultivator, Fu Yi rarely relies on talismans, not that she is old-fashioned and inflexible, but every time she uses a sword, it is an improvement for her, whether it is a battle or a fighting method, the perception is different when she comes out of the sword. These realizations are not as obvious as a sudden enlightenment, but subtle and difficult to perceive.

Over time, these perceptions can gradually form an instinctive memory, and the speed, strength, and accuracy of the sword are all realized in this and again attempts. If she often borrows the power of the talisman treasure, neither she nor Qiankun will grow.

Ji Liwei is not a pure sword cultivator, the Tao pursued is different from the way of whisking, for her, the talisman is convenient and labor-saving, and there is no adverse effect, so she can naturally choose to use external force.

There were a lot of people around, and the two of them couldn't talk too much and too obviously, the first four fights ended quickly, and it was early in the morning when it was the turn of the clothes to play. The middle-aged spirit of the battle was a little sluggish, as if he felt that he had fallen into some bad luck, and after the formation barrier was activated, he arched his hand weakly and said, "Please give advice to Daoyou." ”

Fu Yi also politely replied, and when the referee gave an order, Qiankun flew forward as he wished, and the white light and sword qi intertwined into a chilling torrent, whistling and rushing, as if to swallow the middle-aged man in one bite.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man showed a look of "sure enough", the decadence in his eyes was deeper, and he hurriedly sacrificed a gray whisk, and his moves were soft and vague, and he was extremely difficult to avoid, and he was even more powerless when he fought back.

Fu Yi's eyes narrowed slightly, and he couldn't help frowning, a thought crossed his mind, but he quickly immersed himself in the sword move and didn't think about it anymore.

The sword bones gradually grow, and the improvement of his own realm has greatly improved the strength of Qiankun, and the silver sword body floats brightly, and the figure is like a ghost walking through the dark night, which is difficult to detect, and the movement is unpredictable. It didn't swing a sword, ten swords, dozens of swords, it would form an unseen appearance, and the sword qi would sometimes spread on the stage like a mist, and sometimes it would condense like a long rainbow, until the middle-aged jumped up and down and was difficult to parry.

"Daoyou's swordsmanship is so powerful, I don't know which clan and which clan it inherits?"

"The swordsmanship you picked up, what is your origin...... Hey, hey, it's a small sect of three or five people, and it's not worth mentioning. ”

The competition is not a life-and-death struggle, the other party asks politely, and the clothes will naturally not fail to answer. The battle of life and death is to solve the enemy quickly, and the ring match will not be so stiff, and it is very common to communicate while fighting, and many monks in the world have become close friends because of this.

Fu Yi didn't plan to make friends with this middle-aged man, but she was very interested in this person's true strength, and she wanted to see when he could pretend and how far he could act.

At the beginning, the middle-aged man came to her neighborhood to talk and stopped, she didn't have any doubts, but when this person, like many monks, was frightened by Ji Liwei's achievements, and decided that the lower the realm of the monk participating in this ring, the stronger the strength.

Even when they went to the ring to salute each other, Fu Yi never doubted him, and it wasn't until she really started to do so that she noticed many clues from the other party's every move.

First of all, the gray whisk would not be his usual magic weapon. There is no such thing as a natal magic weapon in Taoist cultivation, and there are many monks who change magic weapons from time to time, but everyone has one of the most convenient magic weapons, which is like an arm and fingers, and there will be no stagnation.

The dust in his hands can only be regarded as barely obedient, and the direction of several counterattacks has been deviated, and if it is a commonly used magic weapon, it will never be like this.

Secondly, this male cultivator looked trembling from before he came on the field, as if he really didn't want to fight against her, and he was "powerless" to counterattack until he dodged, as if he could lose at any time.

If his performance is true, why waste spiritual power to entangle with her? A sentence of admitting defeat can save spiritual power and avoid injury, why is it necessary to continue to be chased and beaten by her, and it also attracts a group of monks below to watch the jokes.

The only possibility is that the middle-aged person has made up her mind to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger from the beginning, and when she thinks she will win and relaxes her vigilance, she will show her true strength and fight back with all her might, so that she is most likely to win.

"A small sect of three or five people, Daoist friends are not joking, with such strength, I thought he was a disciple of the Eight Great Sects!" The middle-aged man seemed to praise, but a strange light flashed in his eyes.

Seeing this, Fu Yi pulled the corners of his mouth slightly, and his scheming middle-aged finally couldn't act. "Don't worry, I really don't have a big clan as a backer, so ...... Just do your best!"

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