With the end of this competition, this round of competition is also over.

And at this time, the sky is slowly darkening.

"Fellow Daoists, this is the end of today's fight, the ten winning Daoists, please come here again tomorrow and try with the winning Daoists of Xifeng, select the strongest ten Daoists, and then compete with the disciples sent by our Huang family, and the winners will receive corresponding rewards," the middle-aged Confucian announced loudly on the high platform.

Hearing this, everyone dispersed, and Wang Changsheng also left with Chen Baofeng and Lan Yun.

After Wang Changsheng returned to his small courtyard, he went back to the house to rest, recuperating for tomorrow's competition.

But not long after, Chen Baofeng came to pass the word, saying that Zhao Qingshan asked him to pass.

In this regard, Wang Changsheng was not surprised at all, and followed Chen Baofeng to the master's courtyard.

It didn't take long for Wang Changsheng to appear in the courtyard where Zhao Qingshan lived.

Inside the house, in addition to Zhao Qingshan, Lan Yun also stood aside.

"Apprentice to meet the master," Wang Changsheng stepped forward and saluted respectfully.

"Changsheng, don't be polite, get up! I didn't expect you to be able to enter the top ten of the Dongfeng Competition, which surprised the teacher," Zhao Qingshan waved his hand and said lightly.

"The disciple is just a fluke," Wang Changsheng replied respectfully.

"Well, I'm glad you think so, well, I want to remind you for the teacher, not long after you entered the middle stage of foundation building, I'm afraid it's not someone else's opponent, tomorrow's competition, if you are not defeated, you will admit defeat as soon as possible, and the teacher will not blame you," Zhao Qingshan nodded and said seriously.

"The disciple understands," Wang Changsheng heard this, his heart warmed, and he responded.

"It's good to understand, okay, you go back and rest!" Zhao Qingshan nodded and motioned for Wang Changsheng to retreat.

Wang Changsheng responded, saluted, and respectfully retreated.

Early the next morning, thousands of immortal cultivators gathered on the East Peak, many of them were fresh faces, and these people were impressively watching the fighting method on the West Peak yesterday.

At the end of the day, accompanied by three melodious bells, the middle-aged Confucian appeared on the high platform again.

The middle-aged Confucian glanced at the monks present, nodded, and said: "Yesterday's fighting method, nine people won in the West Peak, and ten people won in the East Peak. ”

As soon as the words fell, more than a dozen monks approached the high platform.

Wang Changsheng's cultivation was the lowest, and he honestly ranked last, and after he took out the last bamboo stick, his eyes swept away, and his face was a little ugly.

"Senior Brother Wang, how about it, how many numbers have you drawn, it won't be the nineteenth!" As soon as Wang Changsheng walked back, Chen Baofeng couldn't wait to ask.

"Alas, senior brother, it's all fate!" Wang Changsheng patted Chen Baofeng's shoulder, sighed, and threw the bamboo stick to his senior brother Chen Baofeng.

Chen Baofeng's eyes swept away, the corners of his mouth twitched, he smiled bitterly, and returned the bamboo stick to Wang Changsheng.

"Anyway, junior brother, you remember what the master said yesterday, don't fight hard," a look of surprise flashed in Lan Yun's eyes, but then he thought of something and opened his mouth to admonish.

Wang Changsheng nodded and responded.

In the expectant eyes of everyone, two men stepped into the ring.

On the left side of the ring, there is a middle-aged Confucian with ordinary facial features, with two spirit beast bags hanging from his waist, and a cyan feather fan in his hand.

At the beginning of the competition, the middle-aged Confucian scholar waved the feather fan in his hand, and more than a dozen cyan wind blades with a length of more than a dozen feet shot towards Yuan Ziyi.

At this time, Yuan Ziyi took out a blue banner at some point, shook it forward, and a large amount of blue light appeared in front of him, which instantly turned into a blue water wall more than two feet high, blocking in front of him.

There was a "bang" and "bang" sound, and the cyan wind blade was blocked by the blue wall of water.

The middle-aged Confucian snorted coldly, and the feather fan in his hand danced wildly, and the dense cyan wind blade continued to shoot towards the blue wall of water.

Yuan Ziyi frowned, and hurriedly injected more mana into the blue banner, and the blue banner emitted more blue light, making the water wall thicker and thicker.

For a while, I saw the blue and blue intertwined, although the number of cyan wind blades was large, but Yuan Ziyi continued to inject mana into the blue banner, and the blue water wall was always in front of her.

The middle-aged Confucian frowned, flipped his palm, and threw three more red talismans, turning into three red fire dragons more than ten zhang long, with a blazing high temperature, and rushed towards Yuan Ziyi with teeth and claws.

Yuan Ziyi's face changed slightly, the magic duel in his hand changed, and several magic duels hit the blue flag, and the blue flag spewed out a flash of white light and disappeared into the wall of water.

The blue wall of water immediately froze at a speed visible to the naked eye, and a moment later, a white wall of ice appeared in front of everyone.

With a loud "boom", the three red fire dragons crashed into the white ice wall, and a large amount of water mist immediately erupted, covering Yuan Ziyi's entire figure.

Seeing this, a look of reluctance flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged Confucian student, and with a wave of his right hand, a red glittering talisman seal came out of his hand and flew towards the mist.

With a "poof", the talisman burst open, turning into a palm-sized red firebird, as soon as the firebird appeared, the surrounding temperature suddenly increased, and the mist disappeared one after another, revealing the situation inside.

At this time, a wall of potholes and ice walls about a foot high and more than a foot thick appeared in front of the middle-aged Confucian student, and through the ice wall, he could vaguely see Yuan Ziyi's figure.

The middle-aged Confucian rushed to the opposite side lightly, and the red firebird's wings flicked, turning into a dazzling red light, and flew towards the ice wall.

With a loud "boom", the red firebird hit the ice wall, bursting into a ball of flames, the ice wall only supported for a moment, and then shattered, and the flames immediately submerged Yuan Ziyi's figure.

Seeing this, the feather fan in the middle-aged Confucian student's hand danced wildly, and the dense cyan wind blade shot towards the flames.

The dense cyan wind blade immediately pierced through the entire flame, but no sound was heard.

The middle-aged Confucian student's face sank, but he suddenly remembered something, his face changed greatly, and he hurriedly took out a few talisman seals and slapped them on his body.

But at this moment, several "whoosh" and "whoosh" sounded in the air, and more than a dozen blue water guns suddenly appeared not far in front of him and shot at him.

At the same time, Yuan Ziyi's figure also appeared where the water gun appeared, holding a blue banner in his hand, and his face was a little pale.

As soon as the middle-aged Confucian had a few light curtains of different colors on his body, the water gun shot over and stabbed hard at the light curtain.

After a "bang" and "bang" sound, all the light curtains on his body shattered, and with a miserable scream, the middle-aged Confucian had a finger-thick blood hole on his left and right shoulders.