Qingyun had also happened to observe this Mu Bo's battle before, and knew that this person was very fast, and a big knife was even more weird. And I am not good at speed, which is a big weakness of myself at present. "How can I make up for the disadvantage in speed?" Qingyun thought to himself. "Now that Suo Tian is standing next to Shizun, it is definitely impossible to let him return to the sword again. Hmph, since that's the case, then simply give up dodging and attack with all your might. Qingyun thought of this, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind. Isn't constantly strengthening the offense the best defense? He seems to have figured something out, but he always feels that he can't grasp the subtleties in it.

As soon as the two of them signaled slightly, Mu Bo quickly slashed with a big knife. Qingyun mobilizes the aura in his body and gathers all the aura on the front of his body. Just standing there motionless. Qingyun's stability as Mount Tai made Mu Bo stunned, thinking to himself, could it be that this white-haired young man gave up knowing that he couldn't dodge? said that it was too late, and in the blink of an eye, Mu Bo's big knife had already slashed at Qingyun's chest. There was a loud "bang", and the air around seemed to be shaken. Qingyun only felt a dull and powerful force, and the body was numb and painful, but fortunately, there was a psychic armor on his body, and it was fine. Seizing the moment when Mu Bo was stunned, Qingyun also smashed a black air bomb towards the other party.

Mu Bo saw the power of this black air bomb, and he didn't dare to resist it, so he immediately shook his body and dodged this air bomb. Then a volley slashed out in the air, and a huge gray wind blade of three or four feet slashed towards Qingyun.

Qingyun smiled weirdly, suddenly his feet were slightly separated, his arms were bent forward, and he continued to overflow spiritual power to envelop this huge qi blade in an instant. In the incredible gaze of those people in the audience, Qingyun shouted: "Give me condensation!" The qi blade quickly shrank, and then like an arrow off the string, it rushed towards Mu Bo in reverse, as fast as lightning. Rao is Mu Bo was very fast, and he couldn't dodge, only to hear a "snort", Mu Bo was cut by the compressed air blade to a huge wound, his abdomen was bloody, and soon his clothes were dyed red.

Mu Bo quickly swallowed a pill and hugged his fist at Qingyun: "Mu admits defeat!" said very decisively and turned around and walked out of the ring. Mu Bo is not stupid, since the other party completely ignores his speed, it will be in vain to continue fighting.

Qingyun defeated two young masters in a row and ranked in the top two, which surprised everyone present. The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi who presided over the competition before couldn't help but look at this white-haired young man carefully at this moment. As soon as this young man came, he stood beside Lin Jin, looking at his respectful appearance, he should be a newly accepted disciple of Ning Feng's sect. He walked up to the high platform and said loudly: "Rest for half an hour and have the last competition." ”

He said it lightly, because in his heart, even if this white-haired young man showed a very good strength, it was impossible to win Wu He, the first person in the younger generation among the three generations of disciples of the main sect. Wu He's talent is high, he is seen once in a thousand years by the Wind Spirit Sect, and he has cultivated to the middle stage of the Yuan Infant in just ninety years, so he has to be said to be a genius. And every time Dabi can get the first place in their main sect, the later rankings are insignificant to them.

Qingyun returned to Lin Jin's side, and Suo Tian immediately said, "Young Master, I'll go back to the sword." Qingyun thought for a moment and said, "It's okay." I'll let you out as soon as I'm done. Suo Tian smiled, and instantly returned to the black Sky Lock Sword while no one was paying attention. Lin Jin looked at Qingyun with a smile and said, "Qingyun, how are the two Yuan Force Seeds in the body doing?" Qingyun respectfully told Lin Jin in detail about the situation of the Yuan Force Seeds in his body. Lin Jin nodded after listening. Then he threw Qingyun a pack of spirit stones and said, "Hurry up and recover." Then he walked to the side and closed his eyes to rest. Lin Yu naturally followed behind her father obediently.

Qingyun took the spirit stone and looked at it, and found that it was fifty high-grade spirit stones, and he couldn't help but feel a little hot in his heart. The higher the cultivation on this continent, the more important the spirit stone is, especially this high-grade spirit stone. As soon as Lin Jin made a move, he was fifty high-grade spirit stones, which was enough to see the importance and love for this disciple. Qingyun didn't say anything, and immediately sat down cross-legged and began to meditate and breathe.

Half an hour passed in the blink of an eye. Qingyun finally ushered in his biggest challenge......

Fengling Mountain, the breeze blows all year round. It's like a lover's hand caressing the face, which makes people feel very comfortable and intoxicated. Qingyun stood quietly in the ring, his white hair dancing in the wind. The demonic young man in the middle of the Yuan Infant on the opposite side looked calm. In his eyes, you can see the pride and calmness that despises all the younger generations.

Qingyun still remembers the last time he fought against the bald monk in the middle of the Yuan Infant in that mountain stream, and almost blew himself up. Although two years have passed, and his strength has also improved somewhat, but in the face of the monk of Yuanying Zhongsi, he can only and must go all out.

"Fu Qingyun, Ning Feng divides the sect. Qingyun lightly reported his name and affiliation to the other party. This is the basic etiquette before every battle. "Wu He, Wind Spirit Sect. The demonic young man said nonchalantly, "At most, you are the cultivation of the Great Perfection in the later stage of the Yudan, I advise you to give up." ”

Qingyun didn't speak, he was very calm in his heart about Wu He's contempt, and he also understood that the middle Yuan Infant cultivator was powerful and terrifying, but he would never retreat easily. He longs for a higher level of cultivation, so he must fight with more powerful monks! Thinking of this, Qingyun summoned the Heaven Locking Sword. A long sword with a pitch-black body looked extremely eye-catching in the hands of Qingyun, who was dressed in white and had white hair. One black and one white actually gives people a strange sense of coordination.

"The Great Burst. Qingyun didn't waste time, with a low shout, a sword slashed out. The black lock sky immediately emitted a huge dark red qi blade several zhang wide, and Wu He flew horizontally. Wu He only took a slight leap and easily dodged this slash. The dark red blade flew over a long distance and landed in the bluestone square, blasting out a deep pit.

Qingyun did not pause, and then another "stab" shot out in an instant, stabbing at Wu He, who had not yet stabilized. Wu He saw a huge dark black aura about five feet thick spinning and shooting towards him, his face expressionless. Raising his hand, he drank softly: "Wind shield!" I saw that a small whirlpool seemed to be formed with his whole person as the center, and all the wind element forces in the surrounding mid-air quickly gathered in front of him, forming a huge wind barrier of about ten zhang in the blink of an eye. Qingyun's spikes pierced above this wind barrier, unable to go any deeper. Wu He sneered and shouted again: "Turn!"

I saw the huge wind screen spin rapidly, and in a short time, the sudden aura was completely dissolved. "I've already advised you to give up, these carving insect skills can't hurt me at all. Wu He said with a mocking look on his face. From the moment the monk stepped into the Yuan Infant Stage, the gap between each realm was very huge. A mid-primordial monk would not be defeated even if he faced ten early-primordial monks.

Qingyun didn't speak, since the battle was over, he would fight to the end, and he didn't distinguish the winner or loser, all the words were nonsense in the battle! The two blows didn't work, and Qingyun didn't panic in the slightest. The Locking Heaven Sword pulled back, pressed the tip of the sword with his right hand, and shouted again: "Flash!" In an instant, a black air bomb took shape again, shooting towards Wu He like lightning.

Wu He's brows furrowed slightly, and he could feel that the killing energy in this black air bomb had completely risen by more than a notch compared to the slash just now. He was also a little surprised that he could send such an attack. But it doesn't pose a threat to him. Wu He's hands were staggered, and he saw that the wind yuan forces around him gathered faster towards him, and after a while, a small storm suddenly appeared, and he shouted: "Storm, shatter!"

The black air bomb emitted by Qingyun was immediately wrapped in it, and then only a muffled sound was heard, and the air bomb exploded in the storm, and all the momentum formed was wiped out by the storm.

The moment he saw the storm appear, Qingyun immediately thought in his heart, "Could it be that with the wind source seed in his body, he can gather the wind yuan power between heaven and earth into the form he wants at will......?" Before he could think more deeply, he saw that his air bomb was easily dissolved by the storm, and he couldn't help but be secretly shocked. It seems that the monks in the middle of the Yuan Infant period are not ordinarily powerful.