Song Yuan looked at the tall young man opposite, his expression was very solemn, although he was a sword cultivator, he was not sure that he would defeat the tall young man who cultivated two small realms higher than him.

After hearing the discussion of the onlookers, the corners of his mouth twitched, the fire attribute Heavenly Spirit Root, the descendant of the Yuanying Monk, how could he still fight!

"Guan Ning Li family, Li Tianqiu," the tall young man said to Song Yuan, his tone was very easy-going.

"Song Yuan of Taiqing Palace," Song Yuan replied with his fists clenched, his tone very flat.

"The competition begins," the middle-aged Confucian of the Huang family announced in a deep voice.

When Song Yuan heard this, he shrugged his shoulders and shouted, "Out of the sheath." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, two red long swords shot out from his back at the same time, floating above his head, and then, he took out two talisman seals and slapped them on his body, and two blue and yellow light shields appeared on his body.

After doing this, Song Yuan's hands quickly rose up, ready to drive the flying sword to attack the tall young man.

But at this moment, he felt that the temperature around him suddenly increased a lot, and when he looked up, three giant fireballs the size of wheels appeared in his line of sight, and the three giant fireballs with blazing heat rushed towards him with a fierce momentum.

The giant fireball had already reached two or three meters in front of him, and he had no choice but to stop driving the flying sword, his lips squirmed rapidly, and there was suddenly another red light curtain on his body.

With two loud "booms", the giant fireball turned into rolling flames, drowning Song Yuan's figure.

The shield on Song Yuan's body only lasted for a moment before it shattered, and his body was wrapped in the rolling flames, and the blazing heat made Song Yuan let out a scream.

The white light shield covering the two of them suddenly disappeared, and a middle-aged man dressed in the Huang family's costume suddenly appeared beside Song Yuan, his sleeves shook, and the wind suddenly swept together to extinguish all the flames.

At this time, Song Yuan's whole body was black, most of his hair and eyebrows were burned off by the flames, his exposed skin was scalded with many blisters, and his breath was very weak.

"I lost," Song Yuan let out a long sigh, looking dejected, and threw a mid-rank spirit stone to the tall young man.

"Song Daoyou, you can take this Shui Yuan Dan! it will help your injuries," the tall young man walked over and handed Song Yuan a white porcelain vase.

Song Yuan was slightly stunned, and after seeing the tall young man's serious face, he took the porcelain vase from his hand and thanked him.

"Tsk, this Li Daoyou is really powerful, he defeated the disciples of the Taiqing Palace so quickly, but he also cast spells too fast! In less than a moment, a giant fireball was released. ”

"Stupid? This Li Daoyou has cultivated the fireball technique to the Great Perfection, and he can instantaneously launch the fireball technique, which is worthy of the fire attribute heavenly spirit root, if you want me to see, the first place in this treasure hunting conference, I am afraid it must be this person. ”

"Hmph, this can be said, the female sword cultivator of the Taiqing Palace before is also very powerful, and the owner of the Lei Linggen of the Wind and Fire Gate. ”

"Hehe, fire attribute heavenly spirit root, alien attribute thunder spirit root, I'm really looking forward to the duel between the two of them. ”

The tall young man turned a blind eye to these discussions, and after stepping out of the magic circle, he came to a purple-clothed girl.

The girl in purple was about twenty years old, with snow-white skin, a slender figure, black hair, and an elegant face, but her expression was extremely indifferent, and she looked like she was rejecting people thousands of miles away.

In the vicinity of the purple-clothed girl, there were many male monks from the Immortal Cultivation Sect or the Immortal Cultivation Clan, and they looked at the purple-clothed girl with fiery eyes one by one, but when the woman's indifferent expression was taken, no one dared to come forward to talk for a while.

"Ziyi, I won," Li Tianqiu grinned at the purple-clothed girl and said.

"I saw it, but Brother Tianqiu, you're a little heavy," the purple-clothed girl smiled and reminded.

"Hehe, I'm not worried that I won't be able to enter the top ten! If I can't make it to the top ten, how can I get a rune treasure for you," Li Tianqiu smiled and explained.

In an attic in the distance, several middle-aged men and women sat on the top floor of the attic, and there was also a water mirror the size of a zhang in front of them, and the scene inside was Li Tianqiu and the girl in purple.

"Li Daoyou, this is the next head of your Li family! Sure enough, he is young and promising, but he has cultivated to the Great Perfection of Foundation Building, why don't he stay in the clan and cultivate and come here to participate in the Treasure Hunting Conference," a middle-aged man with a resolute face said.

"I can't help it, after receiving the invitation of your family from Huang Daoyou, this kid of Tianqiu insists on coming to participate in the Treasure Hunting Conference," a yellow-robed man with a bookish face chuckled and explained, and everyone could hear the doting meaning in his words.

"By the way, Han Daoyou, I heard that your Taiqing Palace has accepted a disciple of the psychic sword body, I don't know if you brought it this time, if you don't bring it, it will be a problem for your Taiqing Palace to enter the top ten this time," a middle-aged Taoist girl with ordinary facial features looked like a move, and said to a middle-aged Taoist priest with a red long sword on his back.

"Senior nephew Yang can't come if he has something, as for whether he can enter the top ten, Han is not worried, but Yuan Daoyou and Li Daoyou, this time they actually sent out the two most talented disciples in your clan, it seems that the two Daoyou are bound to get the Lei Yuan Sword Rune Treasure of the Huang Daoyou family!" The middle-aged Taoist priest smiled and said.

"Hehe, if Han Daoyou's disciples don't have any powerful disciples, I'm afraid that the top two of this treasure hunting conference will be taken over by our two families," the middle-aged man said with a smile.

"This is only the first round, and besides, there is still a group of competitions on the western peaks, Li Daoyou said this too early," the middle-aged Taoist priest smiled slightly, and said disapprerovingly.

When the middle-aged man heard this, his eyes flickered a few times, he nodded, and didn't say anything more.

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At this time, the first round of the competition has ended.

"After statistics, a total of seventy-three people won the first round of the competition, therefore, the Taoist friends who drew the No. 37 bamboo stick automatically entered the next round, okay, now please ask the Taoist friends who won the first round to come up and draw lots," on the high platform, the middle-aged Confucian said loudly.

As soon as the words fell, the winners of the previous round moved closer to the high platform and walked up to draw lots in turn.

Wang Changsheng took out a bamboo stick from the bowl, and wrote thirty-seven in red font on it, according to what the middle-aged Confucian said, Wang Changsheng did not need to compete, and directly entered the next round.

Wang Changsheng chuckled, put away the bamboo sticks, and returned to Chen Baofeng's side.

"Senior Brother Wang, what number did you draw?" asked Chen Baofeng.

"Thirty-seven," Wang Changsheng replied truthfully.

"Thirty-seven, Senior Brother Wang, you're too lucky, aren't you!" Chen Baofeng showed envy on his face, if he hadn't drawn the same number as Lei Zhen, he wouldn't have been eliminated so quickly.

Wang Changsheng smiled slightly and didn't say anything more.