At the end of the foundation building period monk competition, only eight of the thirty monks from various sects were able to obtain a place. Lin Ziyun had already obtained the qualification for the Enlightenment Tea in the Qi Refining Period, but participation was a challenge, and he was also very eager to fight with these top geniuses and obtain another Enlightenment Ancient Tea qualification. He has always regarded Zijuan as his sister, but he rarely takes care of her, if he can obtain the qualification of enlightenment tea, it will definitely be of great help to Zijuan's future cultivation path.

Mo Xue'er of the Taoist Academy, Jianmen Lige, Tianshen Sect Buxi, Taiyi Sword Sect Baiyu, Tianwai Dao Sect Huang Yi, Wuxian Sect Qi Xiaotian...... The seventy-two Immortal Dao Sects, the Sword Sect and the nine Four-Star Sects, had a total of ten geniuses who directly obtained the quota. Among the rest of the people, the Demon Sect Yuantian, like a god and demon, stood proudly in the field, his eyes were faint, and people couldn't see the depth. Qi Tianzi, who also belongs to the Martial Immortal Sect of the Four-Star Sect, is a woman of peerless elegance, and she will give the direct promotion quota to her younger brother, because she is not afraid of any opponent and firmly believes that her strength can obtain a place. If you want to talk about beauty, Hua Taoyao is beautiful like a fairy who came out of a painting, which makes people can't take their eyes off. Xiao Shengyu, a disciple of Hermit Zen Buddhism, was wearing monk's robes, like a turbid son, exuding an amazing aura on his body, which was extremely terrifying.

Centennial, Moyu, the world's death, dream sunset...... All of them are top geniuses, all of whom are proud of their contemporaries and have a long reputation. Even if there is a lack of the first person in the foundation building period and the first departure song in the sword gate, this time the master competition in the foundation building period is still bright and bright, and it is a real genius competition.

There are two teams of 30 people, and the groups are determined by drawing lots. Each group is held in the form of a point competition, and the top four monks in the group will be able to qualify for the Enlightenment Tea.

Lin Ziyun glanced at the group he was in, and said with an embarrassed smile: "It seems that my luck has not been very good, Yuan Tian, Qi Tianzi, Centennial, Tianxia, Rou Sang, Zhuge Lie, and the white-clothed boy Tao Chai." ”

Relatively speaking, the other group is indeed much easier, although Hua Taoyao is not weak, but many people admire her beauty, people think that her strength is not very strong, and although Xiao Shengyu is from the hermit sect, it is not as invincible as Yuan Tian and Qi Tianzi.

The competition soon began, one had ten test tables, and the competition within the same group was also held at the same time, Lin Ziyun's first duel was to meet a monk from the Han Sect, this person was named Du Fei. Du Fei ranked more than 30 on the foundation building list, and he has long been famous, cultivating the true trick of cold ice, and has the title of cold ice Taoist. Dare to take the title of cold ice, which shows Du Fei's confidence in his true skill of cold ice, which is a very strong opponent. In fact, among the countless monks in the Eastern Soil, which genius monk is simple.

However, many eyes and attention were attracted by a competition. Qi Tianzi met Sang Rou, who is known as the first dark horse on the list, in the first competition, both of them are beautiful girls with peerless beauty, who wins and who loses, which attracts people's attention.

"Fighting against me, you even dare to be distracted?" Du Fei snorted coldly.

Lin Ziyun didn't speak, smiled faintly, and had already taken out the Colorful Immortal Sword from behind him. At this moment, the sword aura was rampant, and he was like a god in a sword.

Yuan Tian did not play, and he noticed this so-called myth of cultivation. Lin Ziyun's current strength is not in his eyes, but that ancient sword makes him frightened. Also paying attention to Lin Ziyun is the white-clothed boy Tao Chai, who holds a paper fan, chic as the wind, leisurely.

Lin Ziyun moved, he didn't have the slightest reservation, and he couldn't tolerate a trace of negligence in a duel with these top geniuses. He wants to do his best to have a hearty battle. There is no need to worry about the loss of spiritual power, at the end of every competition, the people of Mandala Mountain Villa will send a spiritual elixir, which can replenish the loss in time. As long as it is not in the middle of the fighting method, it will not affect the next duel at all.

The three thousand swords of the Flying Immortals shot out, Lin Ziyun carried the stars of the heavens, he was like a child of the universe, and there was a terrifying starlight sword aura around him. Du Fei is very strong, as soon as the cold ice true trick is cast, the spiritual power is extremely cold, and the stinging Lin Ziyun is a little painful. Lin Ziyun ran the purple qi technique, and there was a mysterious purple qi around his body, which was even more terrifying in his palm, and the purple qi seemed to be condensed into substance. Lin Ziyun killed, even if he was as strong as Du Fei, he couldn't bear it, and his body kept retreating.

Du Fei finally realized the horror of Lin Ziyun, the myth of cultivating the truth is not in vain, and he can attack the strong with the weak and go retrograde to cut down the immortals. It is said that this Lin Ziyun is still a descendant of the true spirit bloodline, and he awakened the true spirit blood of the fairy phoenix. Lin Ziyun seized the opportunity, flying immortals with three thousand swords, layers of sword light scattered, vast, really like the Nine Heavens Milky Way reversed, and infinite starlight attacked. Du Fei let out a miserable scream, he hurriedly ran the Ice True Technique, and a layer of white ice qi appeared on the surface of his body. In a hurry, he resisted in a hurry. Du Fei couldn't withstand such an attack, and he couldn't help coughing up a mouthful of blood.

Lin Ziyun took advantage of the victory to pursue, and now his strength is unreserved, and he is 100% to the extreme. The strength of the physical body is unparalleled, and it is even more terrifying than a Great Perfection monk like Du Fei. You must know that he has cultivated the true skill of Fu Immortal, his true spirit has changed, and he has experienced the transformation of Yuwen You and Yin Ruyi, and he is extremely strong. His fist print appeared with purple qi and bloomed with immortal light.

"Bang ......"

Du Fei retreated again and again, lost one step, and lost the whole game. He knew he had lost, and he needed to make a killer move to reverse the defeat. But if he does that, it is difficult to guarantee that Lin Ziyun will not have any killer weapons, and if he continues to fight like this, he will not be able to continue the next competition. Weighing the pros and cons, Du Fei gave up, he put away his spiritual power, and said with a faint smile: "The myth of cultivating the truth is worthy of its name, and I will admit defeat in the next." ”

Lin Ziyun won a victory, but he didn't get much attention. Most people's eyes are focused on the battle between Qi Tianzi and Sang Rou, the two women are peerless, even if they are fighting, but they also give the spectators a feeling as if they are dancing.

Qi Tianzi came from the Martial Immortal Sect, and his strength was strong, and he was the genius who was the leader in the foundation building period among the disciples of the Martial Immortal Sect of this generation. She is not a weak woman, she contains the blood of a martial immortal, and her strength is terrifying. When she raised her hand, there was endless fairy light, and every move was extremely ruthless. She is like a female god of war, opening and closing, with the posture of a dragon and tiger, as if a female emperor reigns over the world.

Sang Rou combed her hair with a double ponytail, which was also very strong. She came from an ordinary three-star sect named Ye Zong. Although Ye Zong is located in one of the seventy-two sects, it has been tepid for so many years, and countless people have forgotten the glory of Ye Zong. Until now that Sang Rou was born, she shook the first place in the Martial Immortal Sect, and she was not weak. The reason why it is called Ye Zong is not because it has anything to do with leaves, but because this sect was founded by a monk named Ye Rushui tens of thousands of years ago. This person is peerless in talent, invincible in the same generation, Ye Zong was not only in the Eastern Soil, but even Gu Mingxing was the number one sect. Time has passed, tens of thousands of years have passed, and it is difficult for Ye Zong to continue to write the glory of the past, but there are still people who are reminiscing about the powerful Ye Rushui who was invincible and dominated the world.

Qi Tianzi glanced at Sang Rou solemnly and said, "You should be the descendant of that senior, I really didn't expect it." If it is a few years later, I may not be your opponent, but now that you are only in the late stage of the foundation building period, I am one cultivation higher than you, so you should admit defeat. ”

Sang Rou grinned and said, "That's not necessarily. ”

The two of them are together, they are both beautiful girls, with graceful postures and prosperous faces, which makes many people feast their eyes. After all, Qi Tianzi is superior, her cultivation is higher, and her cultivation time is longer.

Lin Ziyun narrowed his eyes, whether it was Qi Tianzi or Sang Rou, the strength of these two people far surpassed Du Fei. In other words, he is not at all sure that he will be able to win either of the two, but that's how challenging it is. He longed for that kind of duel, and since he'd come all the way, he hadn't tasted defeat among his contemporaries. His blood was boiling in his body, and his fighting spirit was high. Fighting, only fighting can make himself stronger, and he is looking forward to the next competition.