"Please compare according to the number in your hand, from small to large. You are not allowed to use talismans in the ring competition, and you must not deliberately hurt people's lives! ”

In the early stage of foundation building, I couldn't hear the sound of the mid, late, and consummatory arenas, but the Jindan monks who saw the verdict were already standing on the high platform, and they wanted to talk about similar things.

He Miaomiao's Ding No. 1 ring was naturally the first to enter the ring. She and Wen Xin were in the middle, not going forward or backward, just to eliminate some tension.

The two talked very happily, but they were not like the couples next to them, they constantly exchanged words, and they had to be generous and humble on the surface, so they were tired and panicked.

Wen Xin pulled her to the middle of the ring, and was about to squeeze inside, but was pulled by He Miaomiao and walked a few steps outside. "If you are too close, you can only see the footwork of the two people, and if you go farther, you can see the moves clearly. ”

When the two of them stood in the right position, the two male cultivators above had already sacrificed their magic weapons and began to test.

A male cultivator in purple clothes, the second-order super-grade crescent scimitar in his hand is very light and agile, and with high-level moves, the attack trajectory is not traceable at all.

Outside the ring, you can only see bursts of sword light, the white expanse is a little dazzling, you can't feel the breath, but you can guess the power of the magic weapon.

His opponent was dressed in a gray robe, and at a glance he knew that he was the most ordinary casual cultivator in the crowd, and the second-order middle-grade heavy sword in his hand was also vigorous, but the red aura was never stronger than the sword light.

There was almost no suspense in the battle between the two, and the young man in purple clothes had the upper hand within a hundred moves, but because he was unwilling to make a dead move, the young man in gray still had the strength to forcibly struggle.

"He Daoyou, do you say that gray-clothed Daoist friend, is there a chance for the Jedi to fight back?" Wen Xin watched with relish, without any awareness that she was also competing, as if everything in front of her was just a big drama for her.

He Miaomiao shook her head, the outcome on the field was almost certain, the so-called Jedi counterattack also requires strong hole cards.

"I don't think I have much of a chance. His defensive and offensive magic weapons, including his move techniques, are not as good as the other party. Even if he has hole cards, purple-clothed Taoist friends will have them. ”

"Well, I think so. ”

Wen Xin, and even the monks watching the battle around him, didn't think that the Grey Friar still had a chance.

Sure enough, after another twenty moves, the purple-clothed young man finally flew up, like a big peng spreading his wings, the sword light around his body suddenly brightened, and hundreds of crescent scimitars, virtual and real, only pounced on the gray-clothed monk and left.

Bang bang bang ... Several muffled noises passed through the heavy formations and came out of the ring, so you can imagine how big the shock inside was.

When the sword light exploded, the figure in the ring could no longer be seen clearly, and the monks watching the battle outside could only see the dazzling golden light.

When the golden light dimmed, there was only one purple-clothed young man standing in the ring, and when the gray-clothed monk could not bear it, he was quickly teleported outside by the formation, and he could only suffer some minor injuries.

However, his face was a little unsightly, gloomy, and several well-meaning monks came forward to greet him, but he did not say a word, only stared at the purple-clothed monk who jumped from the ring.

"It's just relying on magic weapons and exercises!"

The gray-clothed monk suddenly roared, and everyone couldn't help but take a few steps away from him, and when he saw everyone like this, he pulled out a smile that he thought was dashing, and shouted loudly again:

"Don't bully young people into poverty! One day, I want you all to see my ability to ask the sky!"

The purple-clothed young man opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to explain a few words, but when he saw Long Wentian brushing his sleeves away, he felt that it was not necessary.

Wen Xin couldn't help but chuckle, leaned into He Miaomiao's ear and said: "If you lose, you lose, and you're so stingy, who wants to see his ability, I really don't know what to do." ”

Many monks around me also said a word, their expressions were excited, their faces were full of red light, and some people shouted "Don't bully the poor young man" in the same way as Long Wentian, which caused a burst of laughter.

He Miaomiao thought it was funny, not because Long Wentian, but because the monks were either practicing or fighting all day long, and it was easy to gossip and gossip when they gathered together, which was no different from Qinglang.

Long Wentian's stubble did not last long. With the start of the second fight, everyone had already left him behind.

The speed of the ring match is not slow, and most of the monks can decide the winner within a stick of incense, but when it was He Miaomiao's turn and Wen Xin's turn to play, they were still chattering and discussing the fighting methods on the field.

"It's our turn. ”

He Miaomiao reacted first, Wen Xin sighed, and reluctantly jumped into the ring after her.

"He Daoyou, my sister is watching from outside the square, so even if it is not what I want, I will do my best to treat it. ”

After chatting for a long time, He Miaomiao did have a good impression of her, but she would not let her subordinates mercilessly push her back and forth because of this good impression. I won't expect others to show mercy when they fight.

"I will also do my best, Wen Daoyou don't have to be polite!"

"Good!"

Before Wen Xin's words fell, a black spirit snake sword instantly hung in the air, she held it tightly with her right hand, and danced three swords towards the opposite side, and the demonic qi instantly condensed into a long snake, roaring away with a soaring black mist.

It turned out to be the same as the move of the middle-aged female cultivator in Dongtian!

The white light around He Miaomiao's body was bright, and the nine short swords flew out, almost breaking the aura of the ring!

Ignoring the black snake condensed by the demonic qi, the short sword attacked Wen Xin on the opposite side, He Miaomiao flew up at the same time, condensed a ball of golden aura in his hand, turned into a long sword and slashed straight at the long snake for seven inches!

Demonic energy can contaminate magic weapons, she can't attack directly with Shattered Stars, and even if the Aura Sword is polluted, it is not a pity.

She didn't know how to move with a sword, but she used two percent of her spiritual power to inject the golden sword, jumped and fell, and fought with the black snake in the ring. Fortunately, her divine sense is stronger than others, and she uses two hearts to control the broken star, and she does not fall behind at all.

He Miaomiao didn't mean to hurt anyone, as long as the broken star entangled Wen Xin and didn't let it aggravate the power of the long snake, she could split the demonic qi within a certain period of time.

Under the attack of the nine short swords, Wen Xin was a little unable to dodge, and it was even more difficult to intensify the condensation of demonic qi.

She raised a heavy defensive shield, dodging a short sword at the back of the fierce shot, and her footsteps flew into the air lightly, taking advantage of the gap between the short sword and the short sword, she danced the spirit snake sword again, and the demonic energy gathered on the body of the long snake, and the power suddenly skyrocketed.

He Miaomiao had already prepared, and quickly pinched the trick in his hand, and the shattered star exploded violently, turning into more than nine thousand spirit needles, and shattered the Wenxin defense shield with a bang.

Taking advantage of this blink of an eye, the shattered star condensed into a short sword again, avoiding the fatal heart veins Dantian and Zhihai, and directly attacking Wen Xin's chest.

Wen Xin couldn't avoid it, and the spirit snake sword in his hand swung again, but he was shocked by the powerful power of the short sword, and was instantly teleported out by the formation.

As she disappeared into the ring, the demonic energy also dissipated in an instant, and the long snake that pounced on He Miaomiao was silent, turning into a black mist and then slowly fading, without any power to attack.