Everyone is a casual cultivator, what about the spiritual root, who doesn't have a number? Speaking of a monk with a good spiritual root, who is willing to mix and cultivate?

Everyone is pinning their hopes on the next competition.

Tianyi Sect recruited disciples this time, and there were a large number of disciples, and the competition adopted an elimination system. Each person competes three times, and the opponent is decided by drawing lots, and after three eliminations, the winner becomes a disciple of the Tianyi faction.

Wang Wenxing said loudly: "Fellow Daoists, there is a lottery box here, and the Daoists who have won the single number for a while should be with the neighboring big ones!"

The number of friends fights, the winner advances, and the loser is eliminated. The order of the competition is from trumpet to large. Now please line up and get your number!"

He Ping drew No. 12, because there are six rings in this area, so he will play in the first game.

Because of the previous episode, He Ping's ring turned out to be a big hit. Around the ring, there were monks.

"Look, that guy with a spiritual root against the sky is here!hahaha!"

A monk with five big and three thick laughed when he saw He Ping appear!

"This guy is going to be beaten all over the ground!" a lean monk chuckled.

"But, he's brave!" A round-faced nun whispered, a little lacking in confidence.

"Courage has a fart! In the ring, you have to rely on strength to speak, rely on strength, you know?"

A beautiful young man clenched his fists and said, as if he was a symbol of strength.

The nun looked worried.

A middle-aged monk with a handsome face and a long beard shook his head, secretly scolding. You know what a fart! This young man is definitely not simple, is it so easy to bear the palm of Brother Jiedan? I don't know if someone else, if he is replaced by himself, then he will definitely break his bones and tendons! I dare not say that this competition is absolutely exciting, but there will definitely be accidents!

There was a lot of discussion in the ring, but He Ping turned a deaf ear and calmly walked into the ring.

On the opposite side was a long-haired young man, dressed in a cyan embroidered robe, and he was spotless.

The young man's face was slightly pale, his eyebrows were slender, his eyes were like stars, and the bridge of his nose was high. He had two pinches of black beard on his thin lips, very neatly trimmed, and his handsome face had an endless pride on it.

The young man stood with his hands in his hands, glanced at He Ping, and smiled contemptuously.

"Women should be under men, tossing and turning playthings, I hate to rely on women to get on top and eat soft rice waste!"

He Ping sneered: "What kind of food does Lao Tzu eat, it's your bird business?"

The young man was not angry, and said disdainfully: "I hope that when Your Excellency kneels on the ground and begs for mercy, he will also be as hard as he is now!"

After speaking, the right hand is stretched forward, and the five fingers are spread. A crescent-shaped cyan blade flew out of his palm, turning into a thin cyan line.

It is stipulated in the ring that you can't kill people, but it is not forbidden to torture the other party well, so that the other party is missing arms and legs, or even abolishing cultivation.

For He Ping, a disciple of the inner determination, he didn't dare to abolish it, but he tortured and humiliated him, but there was no problem.

He Ping had already been prepared, and the moment the other party waved his hand, his body jumped lightly and jumped out two meters away.

The wind blade struck the high platform, snapped, turned into a little white light, and disappeared.

The ring is blessed by formations, and ordinary attacks naturally cannot be destroyed.

When the two of them had just entered the ring, the disciples of the Tianyi faction, who were presiding over the competition, shook the small flag in their hands, and the scene outside the ring became a little white. It seems that under the control of that small flag, a layer of prohibition has appeared around the ring, and the attack of the two should not be able to get out of the ring.

The wind blade is very fast, and the speed of the sacrifice is also very fast. He Ping had just dodged the first wind blade, and with a whoosh, the second wind blade spun and flew in, straight to He Ping's throat.

He Ping was short and took a step forward.

The third wind blade was faster, almost following the second wind blade, cutting at He Ping's lower abdomen.

He Ping swung his sword and slashed downward, and with a bang, the wind blade fell to the ground.

Before He Ping's sword could be raised, another wind blade attacked, and He Ping's side of his body once again dodged the attack of the wind blade.

In a moment, the long-haired young man had sent out more than a dozen wind blades, but he couldn't hurt He Ping in the slightest, and he couldn't help but be a little annoyed, the other party was obviously a rookie who practiced qi at the third level, and he practiced qi at the fourth level, and he had never lost against opponents of the same level, and he had fought for so long today, and he couldn't take down the other party, it was really hateful!

The long-haired young man pinched his fingers and shouted: "Wind Fury!"

The wind elements around him began to gather, and a whirlwind rose from the ground. In an instant, the two of them were crowded with dancing whirlwinds.

The young man's figure was not affected, but He Ping felt that his body was stagnant, the whirring wind entered his ears, and the whirlwind continued to pull his body.

He Ping rushed left and right, but unfortunately the whirlwind followed him like a shadow, he couldn't rush out of the range of the whirlwind at all, and his body was still a little crooked, and his speed dropped greatly.

While dodging the whirlwind, a wind blade slashed on He Ping's calf, and with a pop, He Ping's trouser leg was cut off, leaving a thin wound on his leg, and blood was sprinkled on the ring.

The corners of the long-haired young man's mouth rose, and just now, even if the other party's calf continued, he would lose his ability to move.

However, He Ping did not fall in response, but rushed towards him, and his speed barely decreased.

Although the long-haired young man was surprised, he was not in a hurry, he also had a more powerful back hand, that is, the wind blade slashed with both hands, although the mana consumption was very large, but with the cooperation of the wind rage, it was invincible.

The long-haired young man pinched the magic technique, his palms turned pale blue, his hands shook continuously, and the dense wind blade attacked He Ping.