Early in the morning, Mo Zhuoyu and other disciples who were going to participate in the competition, and the rest of the people who wanted to watch gathered in the square in front of the Huicheng Palace. New disciples, old disciples, inner disciples, and outer disciples have all been attracted. As the time approached, the elders of the foundation building period gradually took their seats on the high platform.

Mo Zhuoyu saw that Elder Huang He, who had led them in, and Elder Zhu, who was relatively old, and then the other two elders and the head of the sect had also gradually arrived.

"Knock, knock, knock!" three bells rang to kick off the outer door competition.

The head of the sect got up and said the rules, "This time, forty-eight people from the fifth and sixth layers of Qi training at the outer gate competition, and forty-six people from the seventh layer of Qi training and eight layers of Qi training, a total of ninety-four people. The match is played against two people, with the winner advancing to the next round and the loser eliminated. Until the one, two, and three places are decided, and the top three are qualified to enter the inner door. Please do your best to give the best of your ability."

After speaking, it was announced that the competition had officially begun.

Mo Zhuoyu and other disciples who participated in the competition gathered in front of them to draw lots. The elders in the sect are above, and all the disciples follow the rules very well. Lined up, and after a while, everyone got their own tickets.

What Mo Zhuoyu drew was a wooden card with a red background written on it. She looked at the hands of the others next to her, and there seemed to be red wooden signs like her, and there were white ones.

Guess it might be a competition between two groups of people with the same number, and I don't know who she will face off.

At this time, on both sides of the square, four test stands were raised. On each of them stood a disciple of the ninth level of Qi cultivation, who thought he was a referee.

Just listen to the one on the far left, and the names of the two disciples are sung first. After that, the names of the disciples who were about to participate in the competition were announced at each competition table.

In just a few moments, there were people standing on the test table one after another.

Mo Zhuoyu silently calculated in his heart, the four competition platforms on the left were disciples of the fifth or sixth level of Qi training. She had the number 12 in her hand, and it was likely that she would compete on the fourth stage in the third race, so she walked to the fourth table in the middle.

Lu Hanfei also came to watch the game today, and followed Mo Zhuoyu to the front of the competition table at this time. Seeing the people on the stage, he was surprised, "Hey, isn't this the Yu Feng we started with?"

Mo Zhuoyu looked up, and sure enough, the younger of the two on the stage was the one who entered the same batch.

This Yu Feng is also a three-spirit root cultivator, and he is the only outer disciple of Mo Zhuoyu's group other than her to enter the fifth layer of qi training.

However, his opponent is not young, and he looks to be in his thirties. I think it's been a long time since I got started. And looking at the aura around him, he should have cultivated far more than Yu Feng, I don't know if there will be any surprises in this competition.

Everyone below speculated about the strength of the two, and at this time, the disciple of the referee on the stage had already walked to the middle. After checking that the two were not carrying prohibited items, it was announced that the competition had officially begun.

After the two on the stage gave in to each other, Yu Feng made the first move to attack.

Yu Feng is about the same age as Mo Zhuoyu, at the age of fourteen or fifteen years old, he was born white and tender, but his shot was extremely powerful.

I saw a sword light, and with the long sword in his hand, it killed the other party, and the excessive speed seemed to rub against the air to make a piercing sound.

However, although Yu Feng was fierce, the other party was not timid at all. With a quick flash to the side, he had already avoided the sword light, and then counterattacked back with a palm.

For a while, the two of you came and went, and they were actually entangled.

Mo Zhuoyu looked at the competition on the stage, but what he thought in his heart was how he would face the enemy if he met the other party.

On weekdays, I never stop practicing. However, the real competition with real swords and guns has never been done once. Now it seems that it is very difficult to win the competition.

All kinds of thoughts in my heart turned, and it was useless to be anxious now, so I retracted my mind and focused on watching the competition.

But in just a moment, the situation on the stage has already changed.

I saw that the two who were originally evenly matched have now begun to win or lose.

Yu Feng is young and inexperienced, and he has a strong momentum at the beginning, but now he has a lack of spiritual power. However, the other party has been cultivating for a long time, and he is still at ease.

Sure enough, in just two quarters of an hour, Yu Feng's body slowed down due to lack of physical strength, and after being lured by a false move by the other party, he slapped him to the ground.

Seeing this, the referee waited for two breaths, and saw that Yu Feng still did not get up. Ring the bell to announce the results of the competition. The disciples who were waiting in the audience immediately went up to carry the injured person for treatment. Mo Zhuoyu looked at Yu Feng's injuries and didn't seem to be very serious, and the two didn't follow them because they weren't familiar with each other.

The referee here has announced that there will be two more candidates for the next competition.

But it was a man and a woman, both of whom had been disciples before. The two are close in cultivation, and it should be a hard battle.

After this competition, it should be Mo Zhuoyu's turn, Lu Hanfei watched the two on the stage fight more and more fiercely. Thinking of Yu Feng, who had just been carried down, he couldn't help but worry, "Sister, how confident do you have in the competition later?"

Mo Zhuoyu thought about it when he heard this, and replied, "I don't know what the opponent is now, but it may be possible to try hard." ”

Lu Hanfei looked at the little girl who was nearly half a head shorter than himself. I wanted to dissuade him, but I hesitated for a moment and didn't say it.

He knew that Mo Zhuoyu looked at a small person, but he was stronger than himself. Besides, even though she was called her sister, only she knew best about the cultivation in the end, so she didn't say anything more.

Mo Zhuoyu saw his concerned eyes and smiled, "Brother Lu, don't worry, I know in my heart that I won't really fight for my life." ”

The two were talking, and the competition on the stage was coming to an end.

In the end, the woman was accidentally shot down from the test table and lost the game because of a very powerful charm suddenly taken out by the other party.

After a while, the stage was cleaned up, and the referee read the names of the two again, one of whom was Mo Zhuoyu.

Mo Zhuoyu came to the competition platform when he heard the sound, took out the lottery sign and disciple nameplate, registered the information and walked on stage.

As soon as he stood still, he saw a young man in his twenties with a clear face coming from the opposite side, and he knew that he was the opponent of this competition.

The referee came to the middle of the two, checked it with a spirit detector, and did not carry anything more than the prescribed amount, and announced the start of the competition.

"In Xia Wu Ming, please teach my junior sister!"

"Under Mo Zhuoyu, please teach my senior brother!"

After the two bowed to each other, they each stood on either side of the test table.

As soon as Mo Zhuoyu stood still, the other party immediately attacked a fireball technique.

As one of the most basic attack spells in the Qi refining period, the fireball technique has obviously been practiced perfectly. The fireball, which was originally the size of a palm, suddenly became half a person tall when it flew in front of Mo Zhuoyu, and it was fierce.

Fortunately, Mo Zhuoyu's water system has the best spiritual root, and it is a rain gathering technique in his hand. The downpour fell in front of him, and the fireball was immediately extinguished.

Wu Ming's eyes shrank slightly when he saw this, and his heart that was bound to win was shaken. Most of his cultivation was fire-based spells, and now Mo Zhuoyu's water-based spells were obviously completely restrained by him.

However, although both of them were at the fifth level of Qi training, he had already advanced to the sixth level of Qi training. And Mo Zhuoyu is just a disciple who has just started in recent years, and he has only recently entered the fifth layer of Qi cultivation, but he has regained his confidence.

Mo Zhuoyu naturally didn't know what the other party was thinking, but he didn't come and go.

Taking advantage of the fact that the other party seemed to be stunned, he immediately summoned the Glaive Bow and raised his hand to shoot a water arrow.

However, Wu Ming was obviously also on guard. Seeing a golden light flashing in front of him, he blocked the water arrow, and lightly raised his sword to attack Mo Zhuoyu.

Seeing this, Mo Zhuoyu didn't dare to make a hard connection, and his body quickly retreated. was forced to retreat to the side of the stage, only to suddenly take out a thunderous charm and throw it at the other party. Taking advantage of the other party's momentum being blocked, he flashed to the side and returned to the center of the test bench.

In this fight, neither of them took advantage. However, although Mo Zhuoyu was able to get out with the spell, this was not a long-term solution.

First, it was a surprise last time, the power of the thunder spell was not great, and the other party was not injured at all. And because Mo Zhuoyu has limited funds, he doesn't have many spells.

The two then fought each other twice, each wounded, but neither was repulsed.

Mo Zhuoyu knew that he had to fight quickly next. The method strength is far deeper than oneself, and if it drags on for a long time, it will be even more detrimental to oneself.

The Glaive Bow appeared in Mo Zhuoyu's hand again, but three arrows flew out of the bow at the same time, attacking several key points of the opponent respectively.

Wu Mingzheng suffered a loss in the last battle, and he was secretly annoyed in his heart, and he didn't notice that the arrow had come to him.

At this time, he didn't dare to underestimate the water arrow in front of him at all. Although this arrow is made of the accumulation of water spiritual energy, it is more powerful than ordinary iron arrows. Wu Ming kicked an arrow with his leg, and blocked one with the sword in his hand.

The remaining arrow was too late, and in order to avoid the vital point, Wu Ming could only take the arrow sideways with his arm.

Mo Zhuoyu saw that the other party was as he expected, and immediately recited the formula.

I saw that where Wu Ming was standing, some vines suddenly rose out and wrapped them in.

But it turned out that Mo Zhuoyu had sprinkled the seeds of the Ten Thousand Life Vine as early as the beginning of the competition, when he was hiding from the other party. At this time, as soon as the winding technique is triggered, the opponent will be trapped immediately.

Mo Zhuoyu knew that the opportunity could not be lost, and the bow in his hand immediately shot three more arrows, which would stop before the opponent's vital point.

Wu Ming struggled a few times and still didn't get out of the trap, and was forced in front of him by the arrow.

Although helpless, he can only admit defeat at this time.

The referee saw that the winner had been scored, and came to the stage to announce the results of the competition.

Mo Zhuoyu also removed the water arrow and winding technique, and the two of them were able to get off the stage.

I registered the information again at the test table, and learned that the next competition would be held the day after tomorrow, so I went to meet Lu Hanfei.

When Lu Hanfei saw Mo Zhuoyu, he seemed even more excited than her, the person who won the competition, "My sister is really amazing, she actually defeated the old disciple as a new disciple." ”

As he spoke, he looked up and down again, and saw that she was a little embarrassed, so he hurriedly asked, "Are you hurt?"

Mo Zhuoyu was too much of a spiritual power depletion at this time, and his breath was slightly panting, "It's okay, it's just a small injury, and you can recover after going back to recuperate for a while." ”

When Lu Hanfei heard this, he was still very excited in his heart. But in the end, he was more worried about Mo Zhuoyu's body, so he immediately took Mo Zhuoyu back to his residence. He also asked him to meditate in the house to repair his injuries, and he helped him guard him in the outhouse.

The friendship between the two since childhood, Mo Zhuoyu is at ease with him. After sitting down on the futon, he took out the healing medicine and ate one pill. Start running the exercises, restoring spiritual power and repairing the injuries inside.