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Chu Zhan danced the flame flag, and above the scorching vermilion flag, the mighty and boundless flames, one by one, the firebirds, the form was as realistic as a fire phoenix, spreading out unparalleled heat, flapping their wings into the sky, and rushing towards the Xuanwu seal.

However, the Xuanwu Seal on the side above Chu Zhan's head, which was as big as a hill, directly smashed the rushing firebird, and when the firebird exploded, the flames that erupted were like small suns appearing in the sky, so that the audience could not face it.

The outcome of this competition was already obvious, Chu Zhan's body was already crumbling, and in front of Zhao Zirou, who was urging the Xuanwu seal, he was powerless to return to the sky.

"Boom ......" Xuanwu Seal fell downward, and the mighty power of the water was like a sea surging in the sky, and everyone's eyes in the square had been attracted by the majesty of the Xuanwu Seal.

"Senior Sister Zhao has already won, Zizhu Peak's Xuanwu Seal is really extraordinary!" When Gu Fei saw this scene, he already knew that the defeat of Chu Zhan was a foregone conclusion.

Sure enough, as the Xuanwu seal in the sky slowly pressed, the boundless power of water traveled mightily, and the firebirds that rushed up below, the power of fire emitted by the fire flag was gradually suppressed, and a big flag was waved by Chu Zhan to hunt, but the fire light on the fire flag began to dim.

Zhao Zirou pinched the magic trick and pointed at the Xuanwu seal in the sky, and the seal suddenly burst out with a water-blue energy like the rolling Yangtze River, swept down from the sky, and suddenly swept Chu Zhan, who had almost exhausted the mana in his body, and threw him out of the ring.

At this time, Chu Zhan could barely grasp the fire flag in his hand, and he didn't have any resistance at all, so he was swept into the air.

The disciples of Wangyue Peak under the stage couldn't help but exclaim loudly, and then they saw a middle-aged Taoist in a green robe rising to the sky, with a wave of his right hand, the vermilion flag immediately flew out of Chu Zhan's hand, quickly shrunk to the size of a palm, and fell into the hands of the middle-aged Taoist, and then, the middle-aged Taoist caught Chu Zhan with one hand, and floated lightly to the ground.

That Chu Zhan was still in prostration, and the middle-aged Taoist stared coldly at Yan Xingyun of Zizhu Peak, a trace of fierceness flashed in his eyes, and he walked away with his disciple in his arms.

Chu Zhan's cultivation is only a little weaker than Zhao Zirou, but Zhao Zirou's magic weapon Xuanwu Seal is not a mortal thing, although this Xuanwu Seal is not the genuine treasure Xuanwu Seal that has been handed down in ancient times, but it has been practiced by the first seat of Zizhu Peak in the past dynasties with countless painstaking sacrifices, and the power can be imagined.

With Zhao Zirou's cultivation, even as a disciple of Zizhu Peak, he did not fully exert the power of this Zizhu Peak treasure, but only stimulated the power of this magic weapon.

After Zhao Zirou defeated Chu Zhan, she waved her hands and shot a series of magic tricks towards the big seal in the sky, and the power of the surging water immediately retreated like a tide and disappeared into the Xuanwu seal, and then, the Xuanwu seal slipped in the air, from large to small, and turned into a white jade seal the size of a fist.

As soon as Zhao Zirou beckoned, the crystal clear white jade seal flew back into her hand. Holding the Xuanwu seal, he flew and jumped out of the ring, and Zhao Zirou's master, Yan Xingyun, took his disciples to greet him.

But Zhao Xueqi looked around, her eyes were looking for a person, she just saw that person's back disappeared into the crowd.

The head of the Taixuan Sect and the head of the Seven Veins sitting on the steps of the square were not surprised by the result of the No. 3 ring, but the face of the first Xuancang Daoist of Mochizuki Peak was a little unsightly.

This Chu Zhan is an outstanding disciple of the younger generation of Mochizuki Peak, and with the magic weapon of Mochiyue Peak, the Flame Flag, in his hand, I thought that with the power of the Flame Banner, even if his cultivation was a little weaker than Zhao Zirou of Zizhu Peak, he did not have no hope of victory.

However, what the Xuancang Dao people didn't expect was that the first Longhong School of Zizhu Peak actually handed over the Xuanwu Seal, the treasure of the Zhendong, to this disciple to use, and the Cangxuan Dao people were inevitably a little unconvinced.

The Nine Pulse Examination, once every ten years, is said to confirm that the Taoist techniques that the young disciples of the sect have learned in the first ten years have reached that Cheng dù, but it is also a contest between the nine meridians of Taixuan, and each pulse wants to overwhelm the other eight veins above the examination.

"Senior Brother Long, I didn't expect you to dispatch the Xuanwu Seal, it seems that you want your disciple of the Purple Bamboo Peak lineage to enter the top ten, and then enter the Ruins Heavenly Realm for training!"

Chu Zhan, the favored disciple under the sect, has been defeated, but the Xuancang Daoist has thought of Long Hongxue's intentions, the trip to the Xutian Realm is related to the Immortal Grass, and one more disciple under the sect enters the Xutian Realm, then the probability of getting the Immortal Grass will be higher than that of other branches.

"Hehe, isn't Senior Brother Xuancang the same idea as my dragon?" Long Hongxue said with a smile, he was in a good mood, his disciple Zhao Zirou had already won one game, even if she lost the second competition, she could enter the second round of the competition.

"Okay, two junior brothers, let's wait and see the next competition!" The Xuantian Daoist sitting in the center looked up at the sky, and then waved his sleeves and interrupted the conversation between the two.

Xuantian Dao people know the character of their two junior disciples, even if they have cultivated for hundreds of years and are competitive, they still have not diminished in the slightest. If the two of them continue to talk about it, they will inevitably quarrel again.

"Hmm, that kid from Cuiling Peak is about to play!" At this time, next to the seventh ring below the steps, a single figure entered the Xuantian Dao people's field of vision.

That person was Gu Fei, and in his first competition, he was against Li Hao, a young disciple of Chaoyang Peak, among the nine veins.

Li Hao, a slender boy with a thin face, is less than twenty years old, but he exudes a trace of maturity that is not commensurate with his age.

This is a person with a story, when Gu Fei saw this teenager for the first time, he had this feeling in his heart, this person may have experienced something that others have not experienced, and people will only mature if they have experienced tempering.

Just like Gu Fei, in the past ten years, he has been blinded by the disciples of the Nine Veins, and everyone thinks that after he has cultivated the Ancient Body Refining Method, he has been abandoned on the way to cultivation, and he has no more achievements.

In this way, Gu Fei's mind has been despised in the past ten years, being looked down upon, bullied, and even trampled under his feet, and has been trained, making him stronger and more determined than ordinary people who have not experienced these things.

Now, he points directly to his heart, and what he thinks in his heart, he will take what kind of action, so as not to let his mind have a trace of fetters, and do whatever he wants, so that he can play at will.

On the way of cultivation, if there are too many fetters and too many troubles in the heart, it will be difficult to cultivate the exercises to the extreme, and only by maintaining a pure heart at all times can we go further on the road of cultivation.

"Bang!" Gu Fei came to the seventh ring, kicked his feet on the ground, and his body rose into the sky like a sharp arrow, and then fell to the ring.

At this time, Li Hao, a disciple of Chaoyang Peak, also rose from the ground and jumped into the ring.

"Please!"

"Please!"

The two didn't have any superfluous words, Gu Fei hugged his fist at Li Hao, and Li Hao just made a joke to Gu Fei and then put on a shelf, looked at each other, and prepared to make a move.

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