The first day of the test was carried out until almost evening, due to the shouting and cheering of the disciples in the audience, the game that was planned to be completed during the day was not finished until the evening, but this could not reduce the enthusiasm of the people in the audience, and the monks and stewards on the stage did not suppress and stop everyone's practice, and finally the top five disciples who won the day on the second platform, Leng Feng, Chen Donglai, etc., who had reached the fourth level or more of qi refining, walked on the stage in the congratulations of everyone, and the steward's long comments and congratulations were officially over.

As for the foundation building monk, he left after the test.

Yu Ping is in the afternoon before the sun sets and then fell back to Yashan, although someone still sent food at noon, but the coarse grain is not hungry at all, and Wang Bao didn't see it, but in general, other people's test games are seen, then tomorrow the most suitable for yourself is only a duel, in your own true qi fast and accurate to get out of the predicament, otherwise the strength alone is not enough to see.

It is only through this desperate way to enter the inner door.

After a night of preparation, Yu Ping's spirit and energy have reached the best, and the food is also ready, he directly carries it cross-body on his back, and he can't care about other people's eyes.

Everything is the same as yesterday, but there are a lot fewer people, except for Leng Feng, the top five yesterday are all stepping up their cultivation to cope with tomorrow's rematch.

Yu Ping knew from his identity card that his opponents in the first game were No. 153 and No. 55.

After Yu Ping finished drawing lots, he retreated to the back and calmly looked at the disciples who came on the field first, the atmosphere in the audience is not very high now, and there are not as many people as yesterday. Yu Ping hoped that he could duel directly like yesterday.

Fortunately, it's still early.

Sure enough, more than a dozen games have already begun, and the competition of direct violence has slowly begun.

Before he came to the stage, Yu Ping stood in the crowd to watch, Yu Ping suddenly felt that someone leaned up from behind, standing side by side on his left, it was normal to be under the stage of many disciples, but suddenly that deliberately touched himself with his arm, Yu Ping was about to turn his head, only to feel that the other party's hand lightly touched himself, looked down and saw that it was a palm towards himself, with a rolling note between his fingers, Yu Ping took it, and then the miscellaneous disciples who had never met turned around and squeezed into the crowd, Yu Ping put his left hand into the sleeve of his right hand and unfolded it, only one line of words: "Brother Yu, be careful, Leng Feng has asked someone to deal with you. ”

It was not signed, but Yu Ping had already guessed who it was.

Yu Ping sneered after seeing it.

"Uh-huh! Someone is looking for a smoke, then I'm welcome. Leng Feng!" clenched his fists, and a cold light appeared in his eyes, and he gradually returned to normal.

Continue to watch others compete.

The more he went to the back, the more and more voices of encouragement, anyway, it was not himself who hurt, it didn't matter if he lived or died on the stage, and only a fighting game was called a game! The people on the stage heard that their ears were even more different, and they could obviously admit defeat, but they insisted on gambling for a breath, and in exchange for physical and mental pain in the end, they still suffered physical and mental pain...... Hearing the cheers and encouragement from the audience, Yu Ping looked at this person more thoroughly.

The sect is just a river and lake!

Finally, it was the fifty-fifth game, and Yu Ping jumped up with his opponent.

"Yu Ping. ”

"Song Jia. ”

The two clasped their fists and saluted.

"Senior Brother Yu, you see that the two of us have a straight discussion, you think it is feasible, and I hope that Senior Brother will give you some advice. Song Jia took over directly and said.

"Okay, as you wish!please!" Yu Ping replied calmly.

Yu Ping knew that the show had begun.

At the beginning, the two moves were all false moves, Yu Ping and Song Jia only turned on the true qi of the body protection, both of them used the fire dragon technique, and their respective spells were avoided before they touched each other.

All the disciples and stewards in the audience thought that Yu Ping was humiliating himself, so far no disciple of the second level of qi refining dared to really compete on the stage, at most it was just to test his strength.

Of course, no one else is to blame for his own death, and even the monk in the foundation building period is ready to respond.

"Senior Brother Yu, you have to show real kung fu and point out to Senior Brother I!" Song Jia shouted when he made the third move, which was intended to interfere with Yu Ping's judgment, and secondly, this was a kind of humiliation to Yu Ping, who was obviously a higher level of cultivation.

Yu Ping didn't answer, but secretly said: "You are so shameless, then don't ask for it." "It feels like you're straining your nerves.

Seeing this, Song Jia was overjoyed, and hit Yu Ping with a false move, and then sent a ruthless move to the left space against Yu Ping's movement line that he judged, if Yu Ping rushed to the top and did not die, he would also shed his skin.

But almost at the same time, Yu Ping's dodging footsteps hadn't taken the first step like stumbling over something, and at the moment of the inversion, he had moved to the left and sent a fire dragon spell to Song Jia, and then it was like he didn't just hit a spell, but as if he was about to fall down, he held on to something and stood up again, but the fire dragon technique had hit Song Jia's right shoulder just diagonally, and he only heard a heavy and light voice, and the fire dragon technique had penetrated Song Jia's body protection true qi and hit his shoulder. Before Song Jia could slap the flame on his left shoulder with his left hand, the fire burned on his right cheek.

"Ah!" screamed, and Song Jia's right face, ears, and hair were already burning.

Fortunately, the foundation building period monk hit the healing technique in time to extinguish it, but it also caused a burst of black smoke on Song Jia's face, emitting a burst of burnt barbecue smell.

The foundation building monk on the stage made another hydrocoagulation technique to Song Jia, and looked at Yu Ping, only to see that Song Jia's burning face was only red and swollen and blistered.

Yu Ping swallowed his saliva unconsciously, the corners of his mouth twitched in embarrassment, but fortunately his food was still hanging on his back.

The audience was already "Ahhh

"I'm sorry, Senior Brother Song. Yu Ping said a little embarrassed.

Everyone in the audience shouted that Yu Ping's luck was too good, only Leng Feng snorted coldly, and underestimated his mouth: "See how good your luck can be?"

Song Jia also covered her face and glanced at Yu Ping resentfully, if it weren't for such a hypocritical person in front of everyone, Yu Ping would never keep him.

Only the monk of the foundation building period who had asked Song Jia for help in time just now looked at Yu Ping and glanced at Yu Ping a few more times.

Yu Ping's victory was only a small episode in the game, but it hit everyone's ambitions, especially the disciples with low cultivation, and in the subsequent competitions, it became the norm for low cultivation to challenge high ones, but none of them had Yu Ping's "luck." But it can't stop their beautiful yearning, there must be dreams, what if they come true?

This dream persisted until the end of the first round of testing.

From the second draw to the stage, Yu Ping directly crossed his feet and feasted in the audience, or because he was in a good mood, Yu Ping found that his black veins were jumping and jumping, and at the same time, the loss of the first game was rapidly replenishing.

Is it possible to cultivate in a good mood?

Or is it because you can cultivate by eating?

In the second round of the forty-in-twenty competition, Yu Ping drew a young man Sha 13 who was the same as Zhang Hu, but this young man's skin was a little white, and his appearance was still acceptable, before they came to the stage, Yu Ping looked at him, and Sha 13 also looked over, and smiled at Yu Ping, two tiger teeth shining.

It wasn't until the identity card on his waist buzzed that Yu Ping knew that his second game had begun, and everyone looked at Yu Ping like a fool.

"Is this kid a pig?"

Walking into the formation opened by the foundation building monk and going to the stage, the foundation building monk glanced at Yu Ping and smiled, but did not speak.

"In Xiasha Thirteen, I am an earth attribute, in Jinfeng Mountain, the defense is okay, Senior Brother Yu is careful, but I will not be like the junior brother just now, I won the battle, so I can say, all for you." Sha 13 and Yu Ping spoke first when they came to the stage, like thunder.

Yu Ping has a good impression of this boy like Xiaohu, and he is not pretentious at all. Sha 13 said that Yu Ping won all to him, and others couldn't hear it, but at least Yu Ping and the monks and stewards in the foundation building period could hear it, if this kind of fighting for people in the inner gate was a common thing, as long as the sect was upright and upright, it was also recognized.

"Senior Brother Sha, please!" Yu Ping said with a gesture of please, and at the same time turned on the True Qi of Body Protection.

At the beginning, I saw Sha Thirteen on the opposite side roaring in his mouth, and a faint yellow membrane had been attached to his whole body, which was very good-looking, attracting exclamations from the audience, this was the true qi exposed, and even the monks in the foundation building period nodded.

The next fight was very interesting, I saw Sha 13 holding his arms with both hands and waiting to be beaten, in fact, this was not arrogance, it was his strength.

Yu Ping's fire dragon technique is as ineffective as following Xu Ping'an in the Miscellaneous Servant Hall, of course, Sha Thirteen is not as good as Xu Ping'an, and Yu Ping not only does not use the spirit sword technique, but also only uses six points of true qi every time.

So a funny scene appeared on the stage, one stood still and was beaten a few times, and then fought back, and the other stopped and played a few fire dragon spells and ran away lightly.

Yu Ping couldn't break Sha Thirteen's earth spirit cover for a while, and Sha Thirteen's clumsy moves couldn't beat Yu Ping, and the two of them compared who consumed the most energy.

It seems that Yu Ping's consumption is relatively large, but in fact, Sha Thirteen's consumption is even more.

The two went back and forth for a hundred and ten rounds, and everyone in the audience looked like they were about to fall asleep, constantly yelling, they only heard the roar and stoned him to death before, but now there is an extra sound of burning him.

This little second-layer disciple slowly made them pay attention to it, and it was not entirely dependent on fate, because Sha Shisan's face was already a little red, and Yu Ping was so angry that Leng Feng really stomped his feet below.

"Senior Brother Sha, I'm going to attack with all my might. Yu Ping said suddenly, Sha 13 was shocked when he heard it, and secretly said that he had gone all out a long time ago, and Yu Ping had not done his best.

The people in the audience were also surprised, and they screamed again and again, cheering loudly for Yu Ping.

Yu Ping's words made big sweat start to flow down Sha Thirteen's head.

This is what Yu Ping wants, and he doesn't want to expose his spirit sword skills yet.

After Yu Ping and Sha Thirteen fought for three hundred years, Sha Thirteen was already panting like a cow, and the thick layer of body protection true qi was only an inch thick, and every time Yu Ping's fire dragon technique hit, it was about to reach the meat.

Finally, after Yu Ping's 400 memories of the fire dragon, Sha 13 shouted: "Don't compare, don't compare, it hurts me to death." "Finally, I couldn't stand the high temperature every time, and it burned on my body like a soldering iron.

In fact, Sha 13 didn't admit defeat again, Yu Ping also consumed a lot, and he was ready to use the spirit sword technique, that was the last game, and his true qi was about to be exposed, if it didn't work again, even if he exposed the black veins, he would not hesitate.

When Sha 13 was defeated, no one laughed at him, and no one could stand such a fire, so when he got off the stage, Sha 13 threw Yu Ping a bottle, and Yu Ping opened it and saw that there were six Qi Pills.

Alas, I am really worthless. But it was also when he needed it, Xie Sha Thirteen, sat on the spot, and secretly stuffed three into his mouth. Leng Feng, who was so angry that not far away, flicked his sleeves and turned around and left.

Yu Ping's true qi recovered very quickly, and he also won the recognition of all the disciples, although the realm was low, but his strength should not be underestimated, he passed the test again and again, and finally lost another disciple who used the giant wood technique to enter the top five.

Yu Ping's test is also talked about.

When the grassroots monk left, he sent a message to Yu Ping, saying that he told Yu Ping not to go away first, and wait for someone to find him.