Seeing that he couldn't dodge the opponent's attack, Xiao Yang used the Xuantian Gong to protect himself, although he avoided the water pressure, but the Xuanlei spiritual power was so powerful that it bounced it to the shore with a bang.

He got up to fight back, but he felt that his whole body was sore, and he could no longer gather spiritual power.

Wang Yue sneered: "Senior Brother Xiao Yang is defeated, it's really a disappointment!"

Hearing this, Xiao Yang's blood was full of blood, and he was about to use the Thunder Devouring Decisive in Xuantian Gong immediately, but this skill was already above the triple level of Qi cultivation, and he didn't want to expose his cultivation easily, so he had to endure it.

Unexpectedly, Wang Yue was majestic on the outside, but poisonous as a snake and scorpion on the inside. He stretched out his right hand and two fingers penetrated the spiritual power, and poked heavily at the key points under Xiao Yang's ribs. Although it is not fatal, the injury is extremely serious, and he cannot get out of bed for a month or two without recuperation.

Xiao Yang had no choice but to use the Xuantian Acupoint Movement Method, although the two fingers were heavy, they would not hurt his vital point. He coughed several times, and blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, which showed that the other party's moves were ruthless.

Wang Yueyu poked it again, and suddenly a low shout came from outside the garden.

"Stop!" Outside the garden, dozens of feet away, the voice seemed to sound in the ears of the two.

"Senior brothers, why did you do this!" Sect Master Lu Lingwei was already standing beside him in a moment. He flicked his sleeves and bounced Wang Yue away with a snap.

"Master, listen, this little guy is bad to Yamei, let me bump into it, so I am so heavy-handed" Wang Yue Zhenzhen said, as if he had seen it with his own eyes.

"No, no, Brother Yue, you misunderstood. Senior Brother Xiao Yang didn't do anything to insult me. Lu Shiya blushed. It turned out that she knew Wang Yue's temper best, and immediately told her father when she saw that something was going to happen.

"You are Senior Brother Xiao Yi's disciple?" asked the sect master with a slanted glance at Xiao Yang.

Xiao Yang struggled to get up and nodded.

"Is it not for you to come to this inner land, and not to stay here? I'll tell Senior Brother about this tomorrow!" the Sect Master said solemnly.

Xiao Yang didn't answer, he just gave the other party a heavenly gesture, and then walked towards the garden gate in pain.

"Who told you to go!" Wang Yue stepped forward and stretched out his hand to stop him.

"Yue'er!" shouted the sect master.

That Wang Yue had to stand aside and stare at Xiao Yang.

"Senior Brother Xiao Yang, how are you hurt?" Lu Shiya said with concern.

Xiao Yang squeezed out a smile, shook his head at her, looked at Wang Yue meaningfully, and disappeared at the gate.

Sect Master Lu sighed: "Although this Xiao Yang is not counted, he is much stronger than my senior brother, and he has an explanation for my master." After saying that, he waved his sleeves and turned to leave.

Wang Yue and Lu Shiya followed silently, and he ignored each other along the way, obviously blaming her for caring about Xiao Yang. Lu Shiya's heart was bitter, and tears rolled in her eyes.

"Yue'er, this selection conference only allows you to lose to Gu Feng!" the sect master suddenly stopped and said.

"What, I....... Yes, Master, the apprentice understands!" Wang Yue saw that the sect master's face was not good, so he had to swallow the complaint into his stomach. No one saw a vicious cold light burst out of his eyes.

Xiao Yang came to the top of the Demon Suppression Peak, and immediately sat cross-legged on the stone bed to exercise, fortunately, he is now a fairy body, and the majestic spiritual power quickly stopped the pain, and he only needed to recuperate for a day or two to heal. Although he is not a brave and ruthless person, Wang Yue's incident greatly stimulated him, and he vowed to improve his skills to defeat the other party.

After a few days in a hurry, it was time for the quadrennial selection meeting. In front of the Tianzong Hall is a square, a radius of several miles, at this time it is already a sea of people. There was a purple cloud floating in front of the hall, which was high from the ground but did not drift away.

Soon, the sect master brought a group of elders and six guests to the purple cloud. The auspicious light is shining, and everyone has ascended to the clouds. But seeing the breeze blowing, a set of rosewood tables and chairs appeared in front of and behind everyone.

"Please be seated!" said the Sect Master.

Just as everyone was seated, a jade bowl suddenly appeared on the table in front of them, and there was fragrant tea bubbling hot.

A third-generation disciple in the audience said loudly: "Xianxia's four-year selection conference has been held for 256 sessions. It aims to improve the cultivation of young disciples, learn from the results of cultivation, and select the elites in the sect. This association selects 32 fourth-generation disciples, and the first battle is two by two, and a total of two rounds are fought in this ring, and eight disciples are selected to advance. The rest of the battles will be in different locations and will be explained in detail at that time. Please ask the law enforcement elders to read out the rules!"

On the stage, an extremely tall old man stood up, his eyebrows and beard were like iron brushes, and his eyes were extremely sharp, as if he could perceive everything. He was also dressed in a white robe, with two black iron ring rulers embroidered on his cuffs.

"The disciples attending the meeting strictly respect the rules of the meeting, and they must not hurt each other with heavy hands, do not sneak attack and plot, do not use weapons, hidden weapons and all kinds of magic weapons in bare-handed combat, and do not seek revenge afterwards. However, those who violate the above rules will be dealt with according to the patriarchal law, and those who are serious will be expelled from the sect!"

The sect master slowly got up and raised his right hand lightly, but saw a stream of qi shooting straight out. There was a golden bell next to the ring, and it was whining at the moment.

"The selection begins!" shouted the presiding disciple.

The first duel quickly came to an end, and sixteen people, including Xiao Yang, successfully advanced.

At the mention of his promotion process, everyone laughed. The other party injured his meridians in his practice the day before yesterday, and he insisted on participating in the conference, and it was not until half an hour before he went on the field that he announced his abstention due to serious pain. Xiao Yang was directly promoted in this way, causing everyone to sigh: What a fool is a fool!

At the beginning of the second duel, sixteen wooden figures suddenly stood up between the viewing platform and the ring, referring to the participating disciples. They suddenly moved and swapped on their own, irregular, leaving behind an afterimage at a rapid pace, and soon split into groups of eight. There were also many pairs of eyes staring at one place incredulously, only to see Xiao Yang's figure among the promoted disciples.

The sect master's brows were furrowed, and the Elder Chuangong bowed slightly, although Elder Najishan had been a few months, he still had a strange look of anger when he saw the other party. Under the viewing platform sat the second and third generations of disciples and the family members of the inner government. Lu Shiya kept staring at Wang Yue, and only then did she see Senior Brother Xiao Yang at this moment, and she was surprised and worried. Xiao Yi, who was not far away, was anxiously restless, he felt that his disciple was mad and would inevitably be beaten badly by others.

The palms of the two people who faced off first shone with colorful light, and one of them had a very ugly face, turned his head to look at each other, and shook his hand to the stage in fear.

"In the first game, Sun Dayou abstained, and Gu Feng won!" shouted the presiding disciple.

Everyone present praised him for his wisdom, which showed that the other party's strength was terrifying.

Wang Yue stared at Gu Feng, his fists clenched loudly.

After three consecutive battles, the disciples practiced around the threefold body refinement, and there was nothing exciting. The sect master and the guests of the six realms took the opportunity to talk, and Elder Najishan even folded his sleeves and began to close his eyes and recuperate.

The bell rang loudly next to the ring, and the fifth match began. Everyone's eyes suddenly lit up, but they saw that the person standing on the stage was graceful, with a towering chest, and the brown suit was set off with a bumpy appearance, showing that it was a woman. She pulled her long hair to the back of her head, and couldn't see her appearance clearly with a light veil, only revealing a pair of willow eyebrows and phoenix eyes, and her complexion was slightly dark, showing that she had been trained for a long time.

The disciple who duel with him was a little embarrassed, so he had to give up his hand and say, "Senior Sister Wuying, I'm offended!"

The woman who called the shadowless raised her eyebrows slightly: "Don't talk nonsense, look at the move!" said that her figure became illusory.

The other party didn't dare to be careless, and his right hand reached out with his index and middle fingers, and silently recited the incantation to his mouth. Suddenly, a large amount of "ink" was emitted from his body, and it lasted like a cloud around him for a long time.

Suddenly, a phantus appeared behind him out of thin air, but he didn't know it. Until a jade arm wraps around the neck and throws it backwards.

The disciple flew out like a sandbag and fell heavily on the edge of the ring.

The shadow turns into a physical body, revealing a shadowless figure. Everyone present was amazed, especially how powerful this delicate body was.

"Senior Sister Wuying really won't show mercy to her subordinates, then don't blame Mochen!" he stood up and shook his sore neck.

Shadowless snorted coldly, and his figure blurred again. The ink dust didn't have the slightest nervousness, and his eyes were fixed on every corner of the ring.

The next moment, the "ink" beside him boiled, and with a fan of his hand, dozens of ink swords shot into the air, making a crackling sound. Shadowless reappeared, and her right hand was dyed black, showing that she had taken those ink swords.

At first, she wondered why the other party had found out, but she was relieved to see the ink on her body. It turned out that the ink dust deliberately turned to her, taking the opportunity to leave a mark on her body.

"Senior Sister Wuying, give up on your own, I'm yours" Mo Chen said confidently.

"Hmph, you think my name is Shadowless and I will only be invisible. Look at my means!" she said, and she rushed straight towards the other party, faster and faster, until it turned into a shadow.

Mo Chenxian didn't expect the other party to be so fast, so he had to turn the "ink" into a hundred ink swords, and spin wildly around himself.

Xiao Yang shook his head secretly below, sighing that this ink dust was too light on the enemy, and the shadowless path was much higher than him, and this kind of barrier would not work at all.

Sure enough, countless palm knives accompanied by phantom slashes down, and they actually drilled through the gaps of the ink sword without any mistakes, beating the opponent extremely miserably. Then the jade foot attacked, directly kicking the defensive ink sword to pieces, and the ink dust fell on the ring again, and the ink sprinkled on it left a large mark.

She arched her hand to the other party and said, "Accept!" and then looked sideways at the three generations of disciples on the side of the stage.

The presiding disciple understood, jumped to the ring and walked towards the demon dust.

Clinker's ink dust slapped his palms on the table and stood up, his eyes full of anger. He let out a loud cry, a steady stream of ink spilling from his body. Seeing this, the presiding disciple retreated.

In the blink of an eye, the radius was covered with ink, and it was getting thicker and thicker.

"Senior Brother Mochen, I advise you not to be impulsive," Wuying said coldly.

"Don't talk nonsense!" was beaten like this by a woman, he already felt disgraced, and he did not hesitate to save face at this moment.

There was no shadow and suddenly felt something strange, but when he saw that the surroundings were gradually darkening, he soon couldn't see his five fingers. Suddenly the other party's roar sounded in his ears: "Let you see my Mo family's mastery, Mo Cloud Devouring the Sun!"