It didn't take long for Han Ming and Bai to sit in the tenth and ninth fighting platforms, and the giant blue fighting platforms over there dissipated violently, turning into a large spiritual wind blowing around, officially announcing the end of the Capture the Flag Competition, but the result was not much different from most people's expectations.

Han Ming and Bai Yi focused on three people, namely Qin Yuanfeng of the Qi Sect, Hua Nanqi, and Bai Shi of the Formation Sect, who won the six-pole flag, the eight-pole flag, and the seven-pole flag respectively.

"According to the number of flags captured, they are each classified into the corresponding fighting platform, because one of the senior nephews is injured and can no longer compete, and the automatic ranking is tenth, and each person's ranking is pushed forward!" The golden-robed old man appeared on the fighting platform again at some point, announcing loudly, and glanced at Han Ming and Bai Yi faintly during the process.

Han Ming and Bai Yi's faces did not change after hearing this, as if they had expected such a result, they both got up calmly, and each flew away from the fighting platform and headed to the right.

Han Ming landed lightly on the ninth fighting platform, Bai Wei landed on the eighth fighting platform, and then seven monks flew in the distance, landing on their respective fighting platforms, occupying the first nine fighting platforms, leaving only the fighting platform where Han Ming was sitting before was empty, which belonged to the monk of the Instrument Sect who had his legs cut off by Han Ming and Bai Yi together.

"Meditate and cultivate, and after an hour, regardless of whether the mana is restored or not, the qualifying competition will start as scheduled!" the golden-robed old man announced loudly, and then threw out a brass funnel and landed on a large stone.

Han Ming didn't care about the slow flow of the golden sand in the brass funnel, he just sat quietly, holding a medium-grade spirit stone in each hand, and quickly recovered the mana in his body.

The thousand-year-old stone milk is precious and abnormal, so it's better not to use it if you can!

On a Dharma viewing platform in the distance, an old man with a goatee and a white-haired young man stared directly at Han Ming, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, motionless.

"Old man Bai, you are a loss this time, the person below is actually a rare pure sword cultivator, who can urge the sword intent in the Qinghong Sword at will, and the Qinghong Sword sold more than 7,000 spirit stones to him, you are considered to have lost a lot, you bid 10,000 yuan, and in the end, he is afraid that he will admit it!" The white-haired young man looked at Baiyunzi on the side with a smile.

"Hmph, what's the loss, he bought the Qinghong Sword from me at a low price and picked up a leak, but I also bought the one-winged anteater bone from him, and I also picked up a leak, we are a win-win situation, no one has lost anyone!" Bai Yunzi said arguingly, as he spoke, he seemed to have some faith in himself, and then added: "We who sell spiritual weapons, we can be regarded as half businessmen, it should be like this, the two are harmonious and mutually beneficial!"

"Heh, you will also be self-hypnotic when you arrive, if you go back in time now, you know that he is a sword cultivator, and you will still sell him the seven thousand spirit stones of the Qinghong Sword?" the white-haired young man sneered.

Bai Yunzi was choked, and after thinking about it carefully, he really wouldn't sell it for seven thousand, if he had known that Han Ming was a sword cultivator, his asking price would definitely be more than ten thousand.

Bai Yunzi snorted coldly, then turned his head away and stopped taking care of the white-haired youth.

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For immortal cultivators, half an hour passed quickly, almost in the blink of an eye!

The golden-robed old man glanced at the brass funnel that had been leaked, and directly announced loudly: "Three big competitions, the top ten ranking competitions will begin, and the ninth candidate will start to compete for the rankings!"

As soon as the golden-robed old man's words fell, Han Ming gently dusted off his sleeve robe, stood up, his face was calm, and everyone immediately looked over.

The most important top ten ranking tournament of the three major competitions has finally begun, and the beginning is still the big dark horse Han Ming of Danzong.

Han Ming stood in place and thought for a moment, tilted his head and thought about it, as soon as he stepped on the fighting platform, he flew up directly, Qingyunyi vibrated continuously, and landed lightly on the first-ranked fighting platform.

If it were according to Han Ming's temperament, he would choose to challenge the fourth or fifth, stabilize for the time being, but after putting away the other people's means, he would start to hit the top three or even the top in the end.

But just last night, Yunni found him and asked him to do his best to assist Bai Yi and prevent the weapon, and the monks of the Second Sect of the Formation conducted a wheel war against Bai Wei and forcibly consumed Bai Wei's blood and qi.

"You just need to send Bai Yi to the top five, and as a reward, the sect will allocate five thousand spirit stones to you!" This is Yun Ni's original words, not a tone of discussion, but a tone similar to an order!

Han Ming still wanted to stay in Danzong, but it was not good to disobey Yunni's intentions, so he could only succumb and discuss with Bai Wei, planning to try to eliminate the slightly weaker monks of the second sect of the instrument array first, which also led to the scene of the capture of the flag, and the two of them worked together to severely damage one person in the instrument sect.

And in the next qualifying match, Han Ming also needed to try his best to help Bai Yi clean up his opponent, and after some weighing, he finally planned to attack a first-ranked Instrument Sect monk, because he only had one chance to challenge, and he could eliminate it quickly.

This is a twenty-seven or eighteen-year-old young man, wearing a white jade headband on his head, a white jade belt tied around his waist, and his pure white robe is spotless, and his appearance is quite handsome.

Han Ming waved with one hand, and the Qinghong Sword was grabbed in his hand, and there was a faint sharp aura all over his body.

"Senior Brother Han, let's just fight, don't we have to break our hands and feet!" The young man in white looked at the long sword in Han Ming's hand and asked a little weakly.

This white-clothed young man was a little afraid of Han Ming in his heart, his strength ranked last among the ten, not much stronger than the monk who had his legs cut off by Han Ming before, but the monk was still seriously injured under the protection of everyone, which made his heart tremble, worried that his legs would also be cut off.

"Our three sects belong to the same origin, and the exchange between them is up to the point, senior brother will never do anything to deliberately seriously injure the same sect, but the sword has no eyes, and it is a little difficult to control!" Han Ming said lightly, the sword qi of the Qinghong Sword in his hand faintly appeared.

Of course, Han Ming said that others would see it, if he could, he would directly beat this Instrument Sect cultivator to a serious injury and let him go out directly, and he would have no chance to challenge Bai Yi at all, so it was naturally the best choice.

The white-clothed young man's face changed when he heard this, and he looked at the new Yudan-stage monk outside the Dou Dharma Platform with some pity.

"Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on it!" The monk moved his lips slightly, and secretly transmitted a message to the white-clothed young man, so that he could settle down a little.

"Alright, you can get started!" commanded the Elder of the Instrument Sect.

Han Ming smiled slightly when he heard this, and with a wave of one hand, the Qinghong Sword came out directly and slashed towards the white-clothed youth, and at the same time, the Qingyun Wing behind him slammed into a fan, and the whole person turned into a green shadow and followed behind the Qinghong Sword.

Seeing Han Ming's vigorous pounce, the young man in white dared to slack off, so he directly slapped the storage bag, released a large shield with a shining spirit, and released five or six talisman seals in a row, forming several protective light curtains, and only then did he hold a small wooden box with both hands, ready to urge.

"Bell, bell, bell. With a series of crisp collision sounds, the Qinghong Sword and the big shield collided together, releasing a large piece of spiritual light.

There is not much mana injected into the Qinghong Sword, and the quality of the big shield seems to be quite extraordinary, it is a high-quality product among the top spiritual weapons, so it was stalemate for a while!

Han Ming's whole person had already rushed to the front of the big shield, waved his hand, sucked back the Qinghong sword, and then waved it violently, silently reciting "Sword Shadow Trace" in his mouth, and a large piece of sword shadow was swept out, covering the big shield and the white-clothed youth inside.

The sword shadows were quietly suspended, but they did not attack, but were suspended around, and the tip of the sword was facing the white-clothed youth inside, and these sword shadows seemed to be just trying to trap the white-clothed youth inside.

"Silk Slash!" As soon as Han Ming raised his sword, a thumb-thick sword wire detached from the sword body and gently floated down.

Han Ming used the sharpest attack method again, Sword Shadow Separation and Silk Slash, but last time he dealt with eight people, but this time he dealt with one person!

The sword silk flashed lightly, and you have to find the latest chapter by yourself when you read the book?