Ye Li originally wanted to take advantage of the other party's falling wind to attack, but when he saw this wooden stick magic weapon smashed towards his head, he seemed to know that this attack was not trivial, so he had to wave a water dragon and face the huge wooden stick, and now he should call the wooden pillar to meet him. The two sides met in the air, causing a large splash and scattering in all directions. The water dragon looked extraordinary, but in front of the wooden pillar, it was a little vulnerable, and was quickly scattered, the wooden pillar continued to smash towards Ye Li, Ye Li saw this, only dodged away, the wooden pillar did not hit the target, and smashed on the platform fiercely, the sound was deafening, fortunately, there was a spell blessing on this platform, so that this platform could withstand all kinds of spell attacks by monks in the Qi refining period, otherwise, the platform would have been smashed long ago.

The wooden pillar didn't hit the target, it didn't disappear, and it flew up from the ground again, as if it had eyes, and flew towards where Ye Li was now. Ye Li saw that the wooden pillar flew towards him again, he didn't dare to be careless, the brush in his hand was in the air like a dragon flying and a phoenix dancing like a phoenix didn't know what to do, a thick fog rose from the platform, and after a while, the whole platform would be filled, and then no one could be seen, this dense fog not only blocked the line of sight, but also isolated the monk's divine sense, and suddenly let the red-faced monk not find Ye Li's position, he only had one move with his hand, re-turned the wooden pillar into the previous wooden stick, and then held it in his hand, looking around in the mist, trying to find Ye Li's location, but found nothing. The red-faced man couldn't find out Ye Li's location in the thick fog, but Ye Li was different, his divine sense was not affected by the dense fog at all, and at this time, he looked proud and quietly sneaked to the red-faced man's side. The consciousness of everyone in the audience was less affected, so they could vaguely "see" that Ye Li was quietly sneaking towards the red-faced man, the disciples of Fengyunmen were all happy, watching Ye Li receive the red-faced man little by little, while the disciples of Baicaomen shouted loudly in a hurry, hoping to remind the red-faced man, but the red-faced man on the stage didn't seem to hear the shout, and he didn't know anything about Ye Li who sneaked behind him. At this time, the smile on Ye Li's face was even more, and at this time, the tip of the brush in his hand became extremely hard, and he stabbed straight towards the red-faced man's vest.

"Ah!" A miserable scream reached the ears of everyone present, but everyone in the audience was confused, because it was not the red-faced man from Baicaomen who screamed, but Ye Li who was preparing to sneak attack. At this time, the dense fog on the stage quickly dissipated, and everyone looked at it, the back of Ye Li's hand was bloody, and blood continued to flow out of the back of his hand. At this time, on the shoulders of the red-faced man, there was a spirit beast the size of a kitten. "Purple electric mink!" the eyed monk recognized the spirit beast on the red-faced man's shoulder. It turned out that the red-faced man had already expected Ye Li's approach, and he himself couldn't judge Ye Li's location, but his spirit beast Purple Electric Mink's sense of smell was very sensitive and he could detect Ye Li's approach. The red-faced man secretly put the spirit beast purple electric mink in his sleeve, and when Ye Li was about to attack himself, the purple electric mink suddenly drilled out and bit the unprepared Ye Li. Poor Ye Li was careful enough, he thought that long-range attacks would inevitably have sounds and would be easy to find, so he chose to attack in close quarters, but he didn't expect to fall into the enemy's trap instead, at this time he was holding a brush spell, and was about to simply treat his injuries and continue to fight, when he suddenly found that he was a little dizzy, and at the same time he was a little weak.

"I admit defeat!" When this happened, Ye Li knew that this purple electric mink had a highly poisonous mouth, and if he reluctantly insisted, his life would be in danger. Soon after saying this, he felt dizzy and fell to the ground, knowing nothing.

"In the first game, Baicaomen won. The monk of the Hehuan Sect, who was promoted to the referee, stood on the stage and announced the result of the competition with a blank face. The first battle was lost, which disappointed the Fengyunmen monks, and their morale was hit a lot, but they didn't expect that more disappointing things were still to come, and the next two battles Fengyunmen actually lost, and, in the last battle, the Baicaomen disciples actually killed the Fengyunmen ten female disciples on the spot because they "couldn't hold their hands". At this time, in addition to being disappointed, the disciples of Fengyunmen had more hatred, and the crowd on the field was angry, and many disciples rushed to the stage angrily, wanting to avenge their colleagues. Seeing that the situation was about to be uncontrollable, Shangguan Feifei of the sect stepped onto the stage, and roared with a blue face, only to stop the disciple who wanted to go to the desperate position, and then, he asked the body of the fallen disciple to be retracted, and then returned to his position without saying a word.

That night, everyone was still meditating and resting in the open space of Lufuping, Yang Mingyang sat with all the familiar brothers, but the atmosphere was much duller, even Ou Zijian, who usually likes to talk the most, didn't talk much today, and Song Yizhang, who usually had a good temper, was a little irritable today, and almost quarreled with the brothers around him several times, and everyone didn't care about him, because they all knew that he went to apply to participate in the second day's Qi refining nine-fold competition and was vetoed.

Early the next morning, the disciples of the two factions gathered in the audience again, ready to pay attention to today's competition. Du Yuyang, the sect master of Baicao Gate, looked at Shangguan Fei, the sect master of Fengyun Gate, who was sitting next to him, with a smile: "Brother Shangguan, you can prepare things!"

"I won't be missing you!" Shangguan Fei said angrily, and then handed a storage bag to Du Yuyang.

"Brother Shangguan really keeps his promises, why don't we gamble again today, or 10,000 medium-grade spirit stones, a magic weapon and three Zhuji Dan, I don't know if Brother Shangguan is still willing to participate?"

"As you wish!" Looking at Du Yuyang's fox-like smile, Shangguan Fei hesitated slightly, but then agreed.

The competition started on time, the disciples of Baicaomen won a big victory yesterday, won a mine, and their morale was very high today, they got together to talk and laugh, and Fengyunmen's side was much quieter than yesterday. Yang Mingyang, the first disciple of Fengyunmen to participate in the competition today, knows that she is Liu Yu'er's good friend Wang Shiluo, and this is one of the geniuses in the sect! 95 Jin Linggen, the proud disciple of Jindan Elder Zhou Huanyu. This Wang Shiluo is obviously well-known in Fengyunmen, and as soon as she came to the stage, the Fengyunmen Qi refining disciples who were originally in low morale immediately cheered. Wang Shiluo has a golden long sword in his hand, Yang Mingyang now also has some understanding of the power of magic weapons, as soon as he sees this long sword, he knows that this is the best of the high-grade magic weapons, although it is not as good as his own Yan Lie Fan, but it is much stronger than his own metal magic weapon Feather Sword. This Wang Shiluo really deserves his reputation, and as soon as the long sword in his hand came out, several metallic attacks were dazzling. Her opponent was a burly man with more than two hundred catties, and this Mu Linggen monk, whose strength was also good, was suppressed when he came up, and he could only barely support it with a wooden sword in his hand, and he was sweating profusely in less than a pillar of incense, and he was already injured in many places. The disciples of Fengyunmen in the audience finally became happy at this time, I don't know who took the lead, and then, many people shouted loudly: "Kill him, kill him!" But the result was not fulfilled everyone's wish, because at this time, Du Yuyang, the master of Baicaomen, stood up and admitted defeat. According to the regulations, one party admits defeat, and the other party is not allowed to continue the attack, so Wang Shiluo had to put away the long sword in his hand and retreat.