The white-clothed sword cultivator pulled out the sword at his waist in a dashing manner, and tried to pose for it, but Yun Yi ignored him, and rushed to him in a flash.

It's still a punch that doesn't seem fancy, only seeking to hit, not to be beautiful, and it doesn't match her own image at all.

The sword cultivator held the sword and blocked it, and the long sword collided with Yun Yi's fist, and there was a crisp sound of weapons colliding, and even Yun Yi's skin was not damaged.

"It's kind of interesting. The white-clothed sword cultivator restrained the frivolity on his face, turned his body, avoided Yun Yi's kick, and stretched out his hand to pull out his natal spirit weapon from the dantian.

The sword of sword cultivation is equivalent to their life, they forge it by themselves, cultivate it by themselves, and they will not leave their bodies for a lifetime, and they will improve their grades with the cultivation of their masters.

Before, this sword cultivator didn't take Yun Yi to heart, but was entrusted by someone to ask her to step down from the stage, so that Yun Yi could not participate in the next competition.

After this move, I found that this woman should not be underestimated, but began to take it seriously.

The natal aura of this sword cultivator is a long sword with golden light, extremely sharp, and at this time, it slashes towards Yun Yi with a buzzing sound.

Yun Yi didn't dare to be careless, he flew up and kicked at Jian Xiu's wrist, and retreated with his strength, but Jian Xiu didn't give up, and swept towards Yun Yi with another sword.

The golden sword qi struck head-on, and Yun Yi stomped heavily on the ground, falling backwards suddenly, dodging the attack at an incredible angle.

Not only that, but she also rushed forward in such a ground-to-ground posture, kicking the lower plate of the sword cultivator, but was blocked by his sword.

The two of you come and go, and neither of them can absolutely gain the upper hand and remove the other from the stage.

After a stalemate, Jian Xiuxian couldn't bear it anymore, he used a sword trick with two fingers, and the speed of the golden long sword suddenly accelerated, and he stabbed at Yun Yi with a move, without giving her any room to dodge.

Yun Yi sighed in her heart, it seems that she can't keep this back hand, this sword can't be cultivated in her ring, and she can still win the qualification for the next round of the competition smoothly, this is good, so she can only stop here.

She silently ran the "Moving Mountains Sutra", a white light flashed on her body, and the previous competition Yun Yi was purely using physical strength, and did not exert spiritual power at all.

With the addition of spiritual power, Yun Yi attacked again, and the sword of Jian Xiu couldn't be stopped, and he was so close that he punched him in the face, and flew off the stage before he could react.

Jian Xiu, who fell under the ring, wiped the nosebleed on his face, looked at Yun Yi gloomily, turned around and disappeared into the crowd.

Yun Yi didn't care, slowly collected his spiritual power, and continued to stand in the ring and wait.

At the end of the first day, there were only a few dozen people who could pass the first round of the competition, and Yun Yi was one of them, and this number did not even reach half of the quota, and the monks realized the urgency of the three-day deadline.

On the second day, everyone began to rush to the ring, and it was no longer the same as the first day, once the guards were stronger, no one would go up for a long time.

"Hmph, those who don't have much strength, don't even dare to go to the ring, and just want to pass the competition with luck and cleverness are not eligible to participate in the competition at all. Venerable Baoxiang, who was watching the game on the high platform, snorted coldly.

"Alas, young people, why ask so much, how can a really powerful person come out. A monk dressed in black beside her advised.

At this time, it was already the second night, and the time limit of these three days was day and night, so the monks under the stage of the martial arts did not see less than day and night.

Even if you lose the competition, you can still watch other people's games, and you can always gain some experience.

Yun Yi also thought the same way, although she had already qualified for the next round of the competition, she did not go back to rest, and still stood under the stage to watch the game.

She was now standing in the second ring, and it was Lin Mu who was guarding the stage, and she was fighting with a wood attribute spiritual cultivator.

The rattans on the platform flew around, trying to tie up the forest trees and throw them off the stage, but unfortunately this did not work for the trees, he grabbed a few vines flying in front of him and tore them off, and then rushed to the female monk who was casting spells on the opposite side.

Lin Mu's speed was so fast that he didn't give the female cultivator a chance to react at all, and when she got closer, she stepped on the ground, and the huge impact knocked her directly under the stage.

The senior brother of her own sect was able to win, Yun Yi was also happy in her heart, and she said to Lin Mu, who came down from the ring: "Congratulations to Senior Brother Lin Mu!"

Lin Mu waved his hand: "Where is it, you can't compare with your junior sister." "Thinking about how many years ago, Yun Yi was just a little junior sister who had to enter the sect by herself, but now she is on par with herself.

To be honest, he was not uncurious that Yun Yi could break through to the Jindan stage within a few years, but this kind of fact was not easy to ask, and he could only hold it in his stomach.

"By the way, Senior Brother Lin, have you seen Senior Sister Ling?" Yun Yi asked, she had looked around, there was no her in the ring, and she was not seen in the audience.

Lin Mu touched his nose: "Senior Sister Ling, I haven't seen her since the ring competition started." ”

Ling Hanyan Jindan's cultivation in the late stage was the highest among the three of them, and it shouldn't be difficult to pass the first round of competition.

Lin Mu had also heard some rumors about Ling Hanyan, and seeing Yun Yi's worried face at this time, he couldn't help but persuade: "Senior Sister Ling may want to compete on the last day, don't worry." ”

As a result, it wasn't until the evening of the third day that Ling Hanyan stepped into the ring.

The competition on the third day was the most intense, especially at the end, the monks who had not yet been in the ring began to get anxious, and jumped to the stage one after another, and the speed of the competition in the ring began to speed up, and the monks who lost fell off the stage one by one like dumplings.

Ling Hanyan won the battle against a defending monk before he stood in the ring.

She stood on the stage, her eyes were as cold as ice, and she was like two people before, Yun Yi stood under the stage and looked at her like this, and felt a little strange.

Although Ling Hanyan is also a physical cultivator, what he cultivates is not the Mountain Moving Sutra, but a physical cultivation method that can attach ice attribute spiritual power.

A monk who jumped on the stage to challenge her was smashed on her body by her fist covered in frost, and the cold qi invaded her body, and her movements inevitably became sluggish, and then she was kicked off the stage.

"Huh?" Lin Mu looked at Ling Hanyan on the stage in some surprise: "I remember that Senior Sister Ling's previous attack method wasn't like this?"

Yun Yi frowned, but he still said, "Maybe there was some chance when we experienced before, how can we know about it." ”

With a few bells ringing, the first round of competition is over.

Except for those who have not yet finished fighting, the remaining monks who are still standing in the ring can be considered successful even if they do not survive the attack of ten people.

This naturally caused dissatisfaction among the monks who had failed in the previous competition, but the Venerable Ones who made the rules would not pay attention to these people.

When the people in the last ring decided the winner, Venerable Baoxiang waved his sleeves lightly, and the martial arts platform was closed.

"The next round of competition starts in three days. Leaving only this one sentence, the person has drifted away.