"Okay, everyone, go back to the 'Race Waiting Area'. With a wave of Mo Yan's big hand, countless golden rays of light instantly fell on each monk's forehead, and in the blink of an eye, a number flashing with golden light appeared above the heads of all the monks, from one to one thousand, exactly one thousand monks were not bad.

In a matter of moments, all the monks had already arrived at the 'competition waiting area' and were waiting for Venerable Mo Yan's next arrangement.

The next moment, I saw Venerable Mo Yan's body slowly floating in the air, his hands seemed to be condensing something, and in the blink of an eye, a huge ball of light slowly appeared from between the old man's hands, slowly becoming larger, and after more than a dozen breaths, a ball of light as big as a water tank appeared above everyone's heads.

Immediately after that, Venerable Mo Yan gently put his hand on the ball of light, and slightly input spiritual power, countless small balls of light instantly appeared in the ball of light, and carefully observed that there was a number in each small ball of light, from one to one thousand.

Under the surprised gazes of countless monks, Venerable Mo Yan's voice came again: "Now that the old man has started to draw lots, I shouted that the number will automatically go to the ring. At the same time as the words fell, Mo Yan's heart moved, and countless small balls of light immediately jumped in the big ball of light, only to see Mo Yan stretch out his left hand.

"Whoosh!" Two small balls of light instantly burst out of the big ball of light and landed firmly in the old man's palm.

"No. 436 vs. No. 754!" After that, the two monks looked at each other and smiled, and one of them came to the No. 1 ring.

"Three hundred and twenty-one against four hundred and sixty-eight!"

"One hundred and thirty-nine against seventy-five!" ....... After ten pairs of numbers were reported in a row, the twenty monks stood firmly in the middle of the ten rings.

At this moment, Venerable Mo Yan had not yet spoken, and the twenty monks were still standing in the ring and looking at each other, without the slightest intention of making a move, and each of them was a large number of their opponents' strength.

Yizhu looked at his number, and it turned out to be nine hundred and ninety-nine, which is not bad, and it is easy to remember, but this first battle has nothing to do with himself.

Looking at the twenty monks in the ring, Yizhu found that he didn't know any of them. At first glance, there were thousands of monks in the field, except for Shangguan Guming, Yitang had been eliminated early.

Shangguan Guming's number turned out to be two hundred and fifty, which is quite easy to remember, and while Yizhu was looking at him, the latter was also looking at him.

"You're two hundred and five!" Yizhu called out softly.

Seeing Yizhu's mouth shape, Shangguan Guming was furious, and directly reprimanded: "You are two hundred and five!"

Seeing Shangguan Guming's angry appearance, Yizhu looked confused, what's the situation, isn't the number on his head two hundred and five, why are you so angry.

When Yizhu was depressed, Mo Yan glared at Shangguan Guming and said directly: "There is no noise on the field, the old man announced the start of the game." ”

The moment the words fell, the ten rings of battle sounded at the same time, countless sword lights and sword shadows, sword qi and swords were overwhelming, and Yizhu was dazzled to watch.

Half a cup of tea had passed, nine rings had ended the battle, the defeated monks were instantly sent back to the viewing platform, and the last battle only lasted more than ten breaths, and the man in the blood-colored Taoist uniform blasted a female monk to the stage. As the moment the nun was teleported out, Mo Yan's voice sounded again.

"The winner can go off the field and rest for a while, wait for the second round to start, and now the old man continues to draw. ”

......

The competition lasted until the afternoon of the next day, and this round of lottery finally drew Shangguan Guming, who was full of excitement and came to the ring in a flash.

At this moment, more than four hundred monks had been eliminated in the field, and as long as Yizhu and Shangguan Guming won one game casually, they could directly enter the top five hundred of the Lingwu Xuantian Society.

Standing opposite Shangguan Guming at this moment was indeed a little-known white-clothed monk.

The white-clothed monk did not have a trace of fear when he faced Shangguan Guming, and even had a little excitement in his heart.

"Did you see, the monk who fought against Shangguan Guming seems to be a disciple of a third-rate sect, what is it called? ”

"It's like dust!"

"Does that kid seem to be very arrogant, I bet he can't even take Shangguan Guming's ten moves. ”

"You look down on the chief disciple of the 'Penglai Immortal Sect' too much, and you have ten moves, I said that he can't even block one move. The other party is just an ant of a third-rate sect, is it good? ”

As soon as the words fell, another monk pointed at Yizhu with a gloomy face and said, "Don't look down on the third-rate sect, you forgot that there is a pervert here." ”

Once the more demonic monks come on the field, there are always some people who eat melons to discuss, and this is the case everywhere.

Listening to everyone's words, Yizhu felt that the monk named Dusty on the stage should not be simple, this person was too calm, giving Yizhu a very bad feeling, Brother Gu Ming would inevitably have a fierce battle this time!

"Senior Brother Taiji Sect is dusty, and I have seen Senior Brother Shangguan Guming. The dust on the stage was flying, and he bowed his hand to Shangguan Guming very politely.

Shangguan Guming looked at the strange monk in front of him, and nodded slightly, but he did not have the slightest contempt, and the momentum emanating from this son gave him an invisible pressure.

Shangguan Guming slowly took out a golden spirit martial art, held the sharp spirit sword in his hand, and his heart suddenly became much more steady.

At the same time, Dust Feiyang also took out a spiritual martial art, the spiritual martial arts in his hand were like swords instead of swords, like swords not swords, like swords not swords, at first glance, it looked like a green silver needle more than three feet long. There is also a faint liquid floating on its silver needle, and you don't need to think about it to know that it must be poisonous.

"This kid is so despicable, he actually smeared poison on the spiritual martial arts!" a carefully observed monk suddenly exclaimed.

Hearing this person's shout, Dust Feiyang just wanted to explain. Shangguan Guming was indeed the first to speak: "Presumably, the spirit martial used by Senior Brother Feiyang should be a bone spur on the body of the 'Angry Sea Poison Shark'. ”

Dusty Feiyang knew that Shangguan Guming was trying to help himself explain to himself.

Then he nodded very gratefully and said: "Senior Brother Gu Ming is right, the junior brother was born in the third-rate sect 'Taiji Sect' due to the lack of resources of the sect and did not take advantage of the Lingwu, this poisonous shark bone spur was also obtained by chance, I feel that it is very easy to use, so I have been using it as a spiritual martial art, and its bone spur contains the origin venom of the poisonous shark, which is the antidote to the venom, and I ask the senior brother to pay it first." At the same time as the words fell, Dust Feiyang casually threw a pill into Shangguan Guming's hand.

"Isn't this kid stupid, he actually gave the antidote to his opponent first, so he can win before he can have a ghost. ”

"You are a fool, this is what people call you fair, and you won't do anything that is invincible. ”

At this moment, even Yizhu became interested in this monk named Dusty Flying, what an interesting person.

The latter put away the pill, did not take it directly, and said with a very respectful hand in his hand Lingwu: "Yes, I appreciate you, I will fight with all my strength in the next game, this is also a kind of respect for you, you can attack with confidence, never keep your hand, for my brother I also want to see your true strength."

Don't let your brother look down on you!"

After listening to Shangguan Guming's words, Chen Feiyang smiled faintly, swept his eyes at the many audiences in the audience, and said: "Thank you Senior Brother Guming for your love, but even if Senior Brother Guming puts water on his hand and lets me win, Feiyang will not accept it easily." Relying on others to give their hands will never be able to achieve real victory! There is no way to experience the speed of victory

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As soon as Chen Feiyang finished speaking, many disciples in the audience immediately burst into surging applause, this is the courage that a cultivator should have, even the weakest third-rate sect, in the face of the almost invincible first-class sect demons, they will not flinch and stick to the end and never admit defeat!

Suddenly, twenty monks were already in place in the ring, and as Mo Yan began, the fierce battle of the ten rings instantly began.

"Senior Brother Guming is offended. At the same time as the words fell, Chen Feiyang's face changed, the green light of the bone spurs in his hand appeared, and he stepped on the ingenious body technique under his feet, and rushed towards Shangguan Guming like a poisonous snake.

The latter frowned slightly when he saw the attacking green thorn, raised the seven-rank spirit sword in his hand and suddenly met it.

In the ring, the golden lightsaber was fighting with a sharp bone spur. Surprisingly, the confrontation between these two weapons did not make a rumbling sound like other rings, but slammed and struck each other with great skill.

In the sky, the golden light sword was in the center, and the jasper-like poisonous shark bone spurs were like a spirit snake at the moment, constantly attacking, and each time, it could use the most powerful blow to the weakest hilt and body of the spirit sword.

Don't look at the small bone spur that is not very lethal, the attack is indeed extremely fast and frequent, and at the same time, Shangguan Guming also felt that this poisonous shark bone spur actually had the effect of devouring spirits.

It seems that this small bone spur not only contains highly poisonous, but also has the special attribute of ingesting spiritual power, whenever his spiritual martial arts collide with the bone spur, it is like being bitten by a big mosquito and sucking it hard, of course, it is spiritual power, not blood.

The spiritual power on the spirit sword is sucked, and the operator needs to constantly replenish the spiritual power, if the battle continues like this, it will be dragged to death, and no matter how much spiritual power it is, it will not be consumed like this.

"This bone spur of Senior Brother Feiyang is really a bit famous. Shangguan Guming smiled faintly, and said darkly.

Dusty Feiyang also heard the meaning of the latter's words, and said with a slightly red face and embarrassment: "Senior brother, don't be depressed, junior brother doesn't have a spirit stone to make a new spiritual martial art, so he can only painstakingly study the use of this bone spur, it is no exaggeration to say that this bone spur is really not easy for ordinary people to operate...... Senior brother thinks that I am so easy to dodge my brother's sword attack and hit the weak part smoothly?

After listening to Chenfeiyang's words, Shangguan Guming didn't answer, his eyebrows were crossed, and the spiritual power on his body instantly increased by a few points.

Suddenly, the bone spur stabbed his Lingwu handle again.

The latter let out a light sound, and the spirit sword in his hand was instantly much more flexible with the change of Shangguan Guming's body technique.

At this moment, a wide golden light and a slender green light in the sky, the battle became more intense, the golden light was like a golden dragon, swinging back and forth, focusing on defense, but also lost no time in taking the initiative to attack one or two.

And the slender green light was more flexible because of its small size, suddenly attacking the broad blade back of the golden sword, and suddenly quickly going around the handle of the spirit sword to attack, but the golden sword was not leaking under the control of Shangguan Guming, and the green light like a small spirit snake, no matter how tricky it was, it couldn't find a place to go.

At this time, all the monks in the audience watched this high-level competition with wide eyes.

Almost a cup of tea had passed, and the other monks in the ring had already finished their competitions, but Shangguan Guming and Dusty Feiyang were still colliding with each other.

Even the sect masters on the high platform were surprised at this moment, where did this kid come from, and he could fight so inseparably with Shangguan Guming.

"Senior Brother's attack is really fast, if it weren't for the slight advantage in speed, it is estimated that I would have been knocked out of the ring by Senior Brother now. After simply dodging the sword once, Dust Feiyang couldn't help but praise.

Being appreciated by the young monk in front of him, Shangguan Guming did not have the slightest fluctuation in his heart, and at the same time, the speed of the spirit sword in his hand accelerated a few points.

After a fierce battle with a stick of incense, Shangguan Guming's breathing was obviously a little short, and the spiritual power on his body was also consumed hugely.

"Senior Brother's spiritual power is already empty, if you suck some more spiritual power on the sword, Senior Brother can't even stand up. Dusty said steadily.

Facing the dexterous but ferocious poisonous shark bone spurs, the golden spirit sword struggled to death.

Shangguan Guming's movements were getting slower and slower at the moment, and his reaction was becoming more and more sluggish......

This is all the result of the huge consumption of spiritual power.

"Impossible, how could Shangguan Guming be defeated, there must be something strange with the bone spurs. Looking at Shangguan Guming's embarrassed appearance at this moment, the monks exclaimed in surprise.

"If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense, Brother Lone Ming won't fall here again. Yizhu said suddenly.

"What kind of ...... are you?" the disciple was about to retort, but before he could say anything, his eyes seemed to be seeing a ghost, and his face was full of disbelief.

The crowd hurried back.

"Pong!" a crisp and pleasant sound vibrated the audience.

The golden spirit sword was like a new life, the sword aura soared into the sky, and countless swords were shining with golden light, whirring and windy.

Dust Feiyang thought that Shangguan Guming was already empty of spiritual power, so he used all his strength to attack him suddenly.

A flaw leaked out, and Shangguan Guming stabbed a sword between the dusty bone spurs.

After a crisp sound, the dusty poisonous shark bone spurs were instantly stabbed in half.

"Senior Brother Feiyang, you are very strong, I'm sorry, I broke your baby, and when the competition is over, I will compensate you for my brother. Shangguan Guming said very confidently.

The instantaneous change made the countless monks in the audience all dumbfounded, they never thought that the kung fu Shangguan Guming, who was just blinking an eye, would turn defeat into victory, which was really unexpected.

At this moment, he was stupid, he looked at his only treasure, the poisonous shark bone spur, which was split in two by Senior Brother Gu Ming, and his heart was cold.

However, when everyone came back to their senses, they found that at this moment, Shangguan Guming had appeared behind him, the phantom of a huge turtle.