Seeing this, the eldest lady of the Li family, although she still had a disapproving look, the contempt in her eyes decreased slightly.

"The No. 7 bamboo stick is drawn," Wang Li shouted loudly to the audience.

When Wang Changsheng heard this, he walked quickly towards the stone platform, Wang Changsheng's opponent was a black-faced young man in his twenties.

As soon as he got on the field, Wang Changsheng casually threw out two light blue rune seals, and the rune seals turned into a large mist, covering Wang Changsheng's figure, and others couldn't see what he was doing.

When the black-faced young man saw a large amount of mist, he was slightly stunned at first, and the next moment a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, it seemed that the other party was going to release a powerful spell, so he covered his body with mist, but no matter what the other party wanted to do, he would never give the other party this opportunity.

Considering that he couldn't see the situation inside the mist, the black-faced young man did not use the magic weapon, and quickly recited the spell of the fireball technique in his mouth.

After a few breaths, two fist-sized fireballs burst out of his hands, carrying a stream of fiery aura, and slammed into the mist.

Two "bang" and "bang" sounds came out, and the fireball seemed to hit something.

Seeing this, the black-faced young man's face was overjoyed, and he was about to continue chanting the incantation, when a golden short sword drove to the neck of the black-faced young man, causing the black-faced young man to break out in a cold sweat.

"Do you admit defeat?" A lazy voice came from behind, and the person who spoke was Wang Changsheng.

He first blocked the other party's view with a mist charm, and then used the concealment charm to quietly go around behind him, but he didn't expect it to be really successful.

Although he defeated the other party, Wang Changsheng knew very well that this method was also used in the competition between the same clan, and if it was used to fight with others, it was to find death, and immortal cultivators with a little experience in fighting would release a five-element shield, and furthermore, although the concealment talisman could be invisible, it could be broken with a Heavenly Eye Technique, even if the other party just let go of his divine sense, he could sense that someone was approaching, and he would not be given a chance to sneak attack at all.

"Wang Changshengsheng," a look of surprise flashed in Wang Li's eyes, and he immediately announced.

The black-faced young man didn't expect to be defeated so quickly, and when he heard Wang Li's words, he walked off the stone platform with an unwilling face.

Wang Changsheng smiled slightly and walked down.

"If you think that you can enter the top five with this means, it's really ridiculous," a voice appeared in Wang Changsheng's mind.

Wang Changsheng looked around and saw that Wang Changqing was staring at him, his eyes full of contempt.

Although it was a little surprising that Wang Changsheng had broken through three small realms in half a year, he thought that he was also piled up with pills, and he was not his opponent at all.

Wang Changqing just knew that his father and his second uncle failed to compete for the position of patriarch, and he didn't know that Wang Changsheng was behind the scenes, and the clansmen who were good friends with him on weekdays had something to do, and he could be said to know nothing about the situation in the clan.

"That's what I want to say to you," Wang Changsheng replied, his tone rather flat.

"Seventh brother, I'm on the field," Wang Changyue said to Wang Changsheng, looking a little nervous.

"Well, come on, Brother Qi is optimistic about you," Wang Changsheng nodded and encouraged.

Wang Changyue's opponent is an obese man who looks like he is twenty-four or five years old, although he is also at the seventh layer of qi refining, his aura is a few points stronger than Wang Changyue's, and he is afraid that he is not far from the eighth layer of qi refining.

Both of them blessed themselves with a five-element shield for the first time, and it was obvious that both of them had some experience in fighting.

After blessing himself with a wooden cover, Wang Changyue took out a cyan flying knife from the storage bag and sacrificed it, and the fat man also took out his magic weapon, a black iron rod several feet long, and the fat fingers pointed at the cyan flying knife, and the black iron rod greeted it.

The cyan flying knife and the black iron rod collided together, making a few chaotic sounds of "clang" and "clang", and the cyan flying knife was beaten and retreated, obviously, the quality of this iron rod was higher than that of the cyan flying knife.

Seeing this, the fat man couldn't help but show a touch of smugness in his eyes, this obsidian stick is a high-level magic weapon, not to mention the powerful attack, and the weight is far from being comparable to ordinary weapons, but because of this, he has some difficulty urging this magic weapon.

When Wang Changyue saw this scene, she raised her eyebrows, her face showed a look of reluctance, and she took out a few red talismans and threw them forward.

Three red fireballs carried a blazing aura and headed straight for the fat man.

Then, she pulled out two more yellow sigils and threw them forward, and two sharp crust crusts shot out at the opposite side.

Seeing this, the fat man did not see the slightest panic on his face, and took out a golden talisman and slapped it on his body, and a golden light curtain covered it.

Whether it was a fireball or an earth cone, they were all blocked out of the golden light curtain, except for the color dimmed, the light curtain was not abnormal.

"King Kong Fu?" Seeing this, Wang Changyue stomped his feet angrily, sighed, and said, "I admit defeat," After that, Wang Changyue made a move with one hand, withdrew the cyan flying knife, jumped off the stone platform, and was simply decisive.

Her magic weapon is not as good as the other party, and she can't break through the opponent's defense, and it's just a waste of time to fight, and it may even damage the magic weapon, so it's better to simply admit defeat!

Seeing this, the fat man was slightly stunned, he was ready to fight a protracted battle, he didn't expect the other party to admit defeat so quickly, but he won the victory, and the fat man was also very happy, put away the magic weapon and walked down.

Wang Changsheng also admired the decisiveness of the eighth sister, if he was the eighth sister, I am afraid that he would fight to the end, but even if it is like that, the result will not change much.

"It's really unlucky, how did I meet this fat man," Wang Changyue pouted and said with some dissatisfaction.

"You're just unlucky, if you were someone else, you would have lost a long time ago," Wang Changsheng comforted.

"Hmph, don't pat yourself on the back," Wang Changyue said this, but her face looked a lot better.

In the next two competitions, two more clansmen stood out and entered the second round of competition.

A total of ten people won in the first round, which is exactly five matches, and this time, Wang Changsheng was the first to play.

Wang Changsheng's opponent was a thin man in his twenties, and the thin man blessed himself with a red shield as soon as he came up.

Wang Changsheng smiled disappreciatively, and casually threw out two mist talismans to cover his figure.

Seeing this, the thin man showed a touch of disdain in his eyes, his consciousness was released, and he took himself as the center and swept around, especially behind the back, which was the focus of his attention.

What made the thin man feel strange was that he didn't find any trace of Wang Changsheng.

At this moment, the thin man felt a softness under his feet, his body sank down, and he panicked in his heart, cutting off the connection with the fire cover technique.

Without the maintenance of mana, the red shield on the thin man's body dissipated.

"Not good," the thin man suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly recited the incantation in his mouth, but it was too late, and a golden short sword flashed and stopped in front of him, no more than a foot away from his heart.

Seeing this, the thin man smiled bitterly, sighed, and obediently walked down the stone platform.

After watching this competition, many people felt sorry for the thin man, but the thin man still underestimated the enemy, thinking that Wang Changsheng was repeating his old tricks, which gave Wang Changsheng the opportunity to sneak attack.

Seeing this, Wang Changqing under the stone platform saw this, and the disdain in his eyes deepened.

"Wang Daoyou, Ling Lang is really smart, I'm really looking forward to his next competition," Miss Li's eyes narrowed slightly, and she said with a smile, and anyone could hear the mockery in her words.

"This is not to worry about Fairy Li," Wang Mingyuan replied quietly, his tone was very flat, and he looked at Wang Changsheng's gaze with some curiosity.

"Seventh brother, why do you always encounter such stupid people," Wang Changyue said with some jealousy.

When Wang Changsheng heard this, he smiled and did not answer.