The man who played against Ling Yue was a scumbag man, and his exposed muscles were very visually impactful. The speed at which he came to power was much faster than Ling Yue, and his momentum was extremely huge, so looking at Ling Yue, who was like a wild goose, he couldn't help but show a little contempt in his eyes.

Han Ziping looked down on this kind of coquettish person the most, so there were not many monks who fell under his iron fists, even Ling Yue was born in Tianyun City, which did not make him feel a trace of solemnity.

As the figure fell, Ling Yue stepped forward and hugged his fist to the man and said, "Tianyong City, Ling Yue has seen senior brother." ”

"Houtumen, Zhao Yi has seen his junior brother. The man's voice as grand as Zhong Aluminum also sounded, although his appearance was extremely big, but the posture of climbing up the pole still made Ling Yue frown.

He respectfully called the other party a senior brother to take care of the other party's background, but he never thought that the other party not only did not appreciate it, but replied with a proud attitude.

Seeing Ling Yue frowning, Zhao Yi just smiled softly, and Yang Yang said with the fist in Yang's hand: "Senior brother, you have to be careful, senior brother, I'm afraid that my fist is not something that your small body can resist." ”

After Zhao Yi finished speaking, the mana on his body surged, and a pair of heavy hands gradually glowed with a yellow halo, and smashed directly towards the door of Lingyue with a whistling sound.

The shot is so insulting, Ling Yue naturally won't take his face into account. Raising his hand, a sword qi shot out, and the blue sword qi directly scattered the mana on Zhao Yi's fist with a chilling momentum, and then the previous palm of the wrong body was imprinted on Zhao Yi's chest, and the mana swallowed instantly shook it away.

Rumble..

Due to Zhao Yi's body shape, the sound of landing is also very large, which naturally attracts a lot of attention.

"Senior brother, you lost.." Ling Yue silently looked at Zhao Yi who fell to the ground, and the long sword in his left hand that had not yet been unsheathed was even more dazzling.

"You.."

Zhao Yi wanted to get up and fight again, but found that his qi and blood were surging, and his mana seemed to be difficult to mobilize, and his face instantly turned red.

There were not too many battles, but in an instant, Zhao Yi was defeated. Of course, the main reason for this is Zhao Yi's contempt and Ling Yue's full performance.

If Zhao Yi attaches importance to it and goes all out, although it will undoubtedly be defeated, it will not be so fast.

Zhao Yi left in a gloomy manner, and naturally only Ling Yue was left in the A-shaped ring. The second round still needs to wait for the end of the other rings, so Ling Yue directly closed his eyes and stood on the Taishang and waited quietly.

The battle of the other three rings is very fierce, the colorful spells are even more incessant, the huge roar is also incessantly sounded, and the more visually impactful is the C-shaped ring.

The battle was between a disciple of Shushan and a disciple who was also from the Sword Cultivation Sect, and the two did not use too many spells against each other, but clashed with swords, and every move was extremely exciting, and Lin Xi's eyes were naturally attracted to the past.

The two of them, whose bodies were like lightning, retreated at the same time every time their long swords met, looking evenly matched, but Lin Xi seemed to see that the Shushan disciple had reached the end of the crossbow.

The breath was disordered, and the hand holding the sword was shocked every time the long sword was touched, and there was a faint blood stain between the fingers.

"Edgeworth!"

The Shushan disciple probably knew that he couldn't have the upper hand in swordsmanship, so he directly withdrew and sacrificed the long sword in his hand, and the seal of his hands suddenly pushed forward.

As an illusory Taiji diagram appeared, the long sword that was sacrificed suddenly trembled, turning into a streamer and stabbing directly at the Tsing Yi disciple wearing the long sword printed on it.

The sword technique is Shushan's specialty, even if a disciple performs it, the power is not weak. The power of the sword was enough to divide the ring in half, and even the halo around the ring lit up.

"Broken!"

Faced with the long sword that went straight to him, the disciple in Tsing Yi didn't have time to react too much, so he could only hand over the long sword in his hand.

Zheng:

The sound of gold and iron resonated, and the tips of the two long swords touched, and the violent sword aura overflowed.

Even the Tsing Yi disciple could not stop the gradual bending of the long sword in his hand when he mobilized his mana with all his might, and the feet standing on the ground kept sliding backwards.

Restrained the Tsing Yi disciple with one blow, the Shushan disciple naturally would not miss such an opportunity, and as the handprint changed, his body instantly turned into a streamer and rushed over.

The sword finger was directly pointed at the hilt of the sword, and the flying sword that was in a stalemate with the disciple in Tsing Yi suddenly burst out with extremely strong sword light, and its power also increased.

"Poor and poor!" To the disciple of Shangshu Mountain, the corner of the disciple in Tsing Yi suddenly showed a smile, and at the moment when the phantom of the long river appeared, the long sword in his palm twisted and directly brought the flying sword aside, and his left hand slapped on the chest of the disciple of Shushan.

Puff..

Because of the sudden restraining of the flying sword of the disciple in Tsing Yi, the mana of the Shushan disciple was stagnant, coupled with the sudden palm, a mouthful of blood directly spurted out and flew out of the ring.

"Thank you for your advice. The disciple in Tsing Yi waved the long sword in his hand, brought the flying sword back to the scabbard behind the disciple of Nashu Mountain, and saluted him.

"Thank you for your advice. The Shushan disciple slowly got up and saluted back, his eyes lit up, "You are very strong." ”

Senior Brother Xie complimented. After returning the salute, the disciple in Tsing Yi turned his head to look at Ling Yue, who was recuperating with his eyes closed in the Jiazi ring, and then began to recover the huge mana.

The competition in the other two rings continued, but Lin Xi didn't pay attention, but looked at the Tsing Yi disciple with interest.

The realm is a small realm lower than that Shushan disciple, but the mana is extremely strong, and the swordsmanship and spells he cultivates are even more exquisite. With his abundant mana and control over spells, he forcibly dissolved the full force of the Shushan disciple and turned defeat into victory.

Gradually... The winners and losers of the other two rings were also divided, except that the monks in one of the rings were more miserable, with ragged clothes and blood flowing everywhere.

Fortunately, the rule is that in addition to the winner guarding the battle, there is also the next game to wait for the next competition, otherwise the disciple will be easily picked by the next monk.

The first round of the competition is over, followed by the second round. After the sound of the drums, the five monks flew out of various places and landed in the ring where they were.

This round against Ling Yue was a female cultivator, dressed in a yellow palace veil, and lotus flowers bloomed under her feet with a light movement of lotus steps, like a fairy in the dust.

"Senior sister Zi Ling'er, I have seen Senior Brother Lingyue, and I hope that Senior Brother will show mercy. Zi Ling'er walked down from the air and gave Ling Yue a slight blessing, her voice was extremely ethereal, but there was a hint of charm on her face.

"Ling Yue has seen Senior Sister Ling'er. Facing Zi Ling'er, Ling Yue's heart condensed slightly, and his eyes became solemn.

Zi Ling'er's name, Ling Yue has naturally heard of it. The fairy bones are natural, and the charm is self-generated, not to mention that the cultivation has reached the realm of microscopic and imperial qi, and the unguardable charm has made many people follow.