Qingxu Sect Sect Xiaobi.

This is a grand gathering of low-level disciples, and all the disciples who have cultivated under the foundation building period are eager to overcome obstacles and stand out in this sect.

Due to the importance of this competition, everyone went all out, using their own spells and all kinds of spiritual weapons one by one, in order to defeat their opponents standing opposite the ring.

The fierce fighting methods also made the audience nod and applaud again and again.

Arena No. 39, compared to the other hundred arenas that were competing, there was no discussion or cheering in the audience watching the competition, and they stared at the figure on the field one by one.

After a flash of spiritual light, the rune paper carrying thirty or forty different low-level spells was activated at the same time, turning into various spells from Mo Yu's hand, and a swarm of swarms shot out, densely hitting the opposite side.

"Ahh

At this time, the bracelet spirit weapon floating in the hands of the young man in white. Flames have already begun to emerge, and you can start driving the enemy in no time. Just as he was overjoyed in his heart, he suddenly heard the exclamations outside the arena, and couldn't help but look up a little strangely.

As a result, it was an astonishing sight of twenty fireballs hitting its shield at the same time, followed by various rocks and ice picks.

A series of "boom" popping sounds suddenly became loud, and the dazzling red light flashed in front of his eyes in an instant, making the young man's eyes almost unable to see.

The crystal shield on his body only lasted for a few seconds before it shattered in pain.

Seeing that other spells were about to flood over at once, completely drowning them.

The young man immediately shouted in horror: "I admit defeat!"

Just as he shouted out to admit defeat like a broken voice, the young man's neck suddenly tightened, his body suddenly rose, and the person was directly lifted into the air.

A series of low-level spells surged from under him.

The young man in white looked back in shock, and it was the monk who was holding the back of his collar with one hand.

"Mo Yu, a disciple of the Inner Sect of the Eastern Vein, won. The foundation monk spat coldly.

At this time, the young man realized that his tenth-level cultivation had been defeated in the blink of an eye, and he was easily defeated by some lowest-level spell runes.

The more powerful the spells and spiritual weapons, the more time it takes to run the spiritual power before casting, and this low-level talisman can be sent out in an instant after being stimulated by the spiritual power. Naturally, the power of low-level runes will not be taken seriously, so no one will choose to use low-level runes against the enemy.

But the other party actually used low-level talismans as a means of attack in such an important occasion, and one or two low-level spells were naturally nothing, not even a threat. But! Thirty or forty sheets were thrown out at once! All of a sudden, they were still preparing their own hands in a hurry, who could withstand this!

At this time, the young man saw through the pros and cons, and his face turned extremely pale.

As for the other monks who were watching, they looked at each other one after exclaiming.

You must know that even if these are the simplest primary lower-level talismans, they can only be bought with a spirit stone.

But this one actually threw out thirty or forty sheets in one go. This means that thirty or forty spirit stones were still dropped in the First World War.

This simply can't be called extravagant, and it's definitely not too much to describe it as a loser.

You must know that thirty spirit stones can buy a lot of things to assist your cultivation.

This time, the sect Xiaobi forced these "talents" out. This person really dared to waste his savings in order to win in the sect.

In the strange eyes of the other disciples, Mo Yuchong, as the referee, and the two foundation building monks walked out of the light mask without changing their faces after giving a slight salute.

As for the young man in white, he looked at Mo Yu's back with hatred, full of dissatisfaction, but under the cold gaze of the two Zhuji, he could only leave the scene helplessly.

The first competition has ended, and I don't have much consumption, so I continue to watch the competition in other rings.

The first round of the competition was soon over an hour later.

Among them, many wonderful fighting methods made many Qingxu Sect disciples who were watching with relish.

And a few people saw the game where Mo Yu defeated his opponent with a bunch of low-level talismans at one time, and it was difficult for these viewers to evaluate this for a while.

At the same time, there was also a hint of envy in their hearts, they naturally thought that this person was probably a disciple of a big family, so he could have such a big hand.

In the second round of the game, Mo Yu played very early, and it was his turn soon after the second round of the competition began.

When he occupied the middle of the field again with his usual expression, some of the disciples around him who had watched Mo Yu's last competition suddenly muttered in a low voice.

"Just this guy from the Eastern Pulse, in order to defeat his opponent before, he actually threw out thirty-four talismans at once. ”

"Really, this fake person looks inconspicuous at all, isn't it distressing?"

Mo Yu listened to these words, his expression was as usual, he just smiled, and his eyes narrowed slightly to look at the opponent this time.

Opposite him stood a tall and thin figure of a young monk, the young monk was holding an earth spirit knife, looking at Mo Yu with a suspicious look on his face.

I think that the voices of those people outside have also fallen into the ears of the other party. Facing an opponent with Mo Yu's "special" style of play, he was a little embarrassed for a while.

"In Xia Qiaoxian, please advise!"

The tall and thin monk said coldly.

"Mo Yu, please advise!"

"The competition begins!"

As the referee announced the start of the competition, the tall and thin monk snorted lightly, held the spirit knife in one hand, stomped on his feet, and strode towards Mo Yu in the distance.

"In a matter of moments, you gave up casting spells and took the initiative to launch melee combat, wanting to use your own spiritual power to solve me before I launched the talisman?"

Mo Yu was stunned and couldn't help laughing.

He took out a long sword unhurriedly, and then his figure flickered, and he also rushed towards the other party with a happy face.

Seeing that the other party also rushed over, the tall and thin monk couldn't help but be stunned. He really wanted to take the initiative to oppress the opponent in hand-to-hand combat, so that he didn't even have time to activate the talisman. But the other party also chose to give up casting the spell and rushed directly towards him.

A bad feeling appeared in my heart, "I'm afraid that this person is not like people on the sidelines say, only using money-throwing tactics"

The distance between the two sides was only a few dozen meters, and when the tall and thin monk was abnormal in his heart, the two of them were staggered together.

The tall and thin monk rushed to Mo Yu in a few big steps, "Drink!" and slashed out with a sharp swing of the knife, and several yellow knives more than three feet long shot out from the blade and slashed towards Mo Yu.

Bang!

In the blink of an eye, he slashed out seven or eight knives and slashed Mo Yu in front of him.

This kind of sword qi inspired by spiritual power, the other party can not rush to cast spells to resist with a protective shield, only in a short period of time, urge the spiritual power in the body to fight.

The tall and thin monk believed that with his spiritual power cultivation of the eleventh layer of agility, the other party would be unstoppable in a hurry.

Mo Yu suddenly shook the long sword in his hand, and in an instant, nine sharp light red swords shot out all over his body, forcibly cutting the sword and attacking the tall and thin monk, forcing the tall and thin monk to abandon the attack and defend.

"Autumn Wind Leaves"

The tall and thin monk did not dodge or dodge, nor did he parry Mo Yu's attack with his sword, but instead attacked Mo Yu with all his strength.

"Boom!"

The two of them exchanged injuries for injuries, and they shook hard, and they were separated with one touch.

A few zhang away, Mo Yu looked down at a crack cut by a knife on the chest of his clothes, and a faint white mark on his chest, with a faint line of blood.

With a slight sigh of relief, he looked towards the tall and thin monk.

His chest and arms were covered in blood, and compared with Mo Yu's appearance, who took advantage of this competition could be seen at a glance.

"Impossible! How can your spiritual power be stronger than mine!" The tall and thin monk thought that the other party had wrapped his body with spiritual power before taking his sword.

Seeing that his attack did not cause any injuries to the other party at all, the tall and thin monk guessed a little puzzled, the other party's spiritual power was actually higher than his own?

Mo Yu didn't pay attention to him at all.

After testing the strength of his current body in this test, he also has a bottom in his heart about the strength of his current refining body. Immediately unfolded his body and attacked the opponent.

For hand-to-hand combat, the tall and thin monk was far worse than Mo Yu. After all, Mo Yu was born in the rivers and lakes, and his swordsmanship and body skills were all honed for a long time, and his one move and one style were far from being comparable to the other party, who only knew how to urge spiritual power to resist the enemy.

Under Mo Yu's attack, the tall and thin monk secretly complained in his heart, and after several battles, his opponent was ridiculously strong in this kind of hand-to-hand combat of secular people.

In terms of moves, the opponent's long sword changed one after another, making it difficult to deal with it.

In terms of spiritual power, the sword qi inspired by his spiritual power is not only not able to take advantage of the sword qi, but it is also a little weaker. How can this be fought!

"Bell!"

When his spirit knife was picked up by Mo Yu's blow, Mo Yu's sword tip pointed directly at his throat and shouted unwillingly: "admit defeat".

At this time, the tall and thin monk glared at the people who were fighting on the outside, and then left the field angrily, because these people said that his opponent was a fool who only relied on the use of foreign objects.

If he had competed in the way of cultivating immortals from the beginning, relying on his cultivation two levels higher than the other party's cultivation, he might have already consumed the other party to death.

Where do you want to get now, you can forcibly suppress the other party with spiritual power in close quarters, but you will be beaten by the other party with secular martial arts!

"Inner Gate East Vein Mo Yu, win" As the referee of the foundation building monk, this competition Mo Yu's skilled secular martial arts were naturally also seen by him, and after a flash of surprise in his eyes, he looked at Mo Yu and announced calmly.

At this point, Mo Yu will successfully make it past the second round of the knockout round, and only needs to hold on for two rounds to have a good chance of getting into the top 50 range.