Qiu Yang is a well-known loose cultivator in the northern part of Cangfeng Country, with a wide range of friends and many disciples, and many large and small forces in Cangfeng have some cause and effect.

Su Yunling had a good personal relationship with him, and then spent some money to invite him over, he knew that although Qiu Yang's cultivation was only in the early stage of foundation building, the exercises he cultivated were special, and he was good at maneuvering and consuming, and some mid-stage foundation building monks were not his opponents.

In addition, he didn't have much to invite, and as soon as some like-minded Daoists in the past heard that they were going to fight against the Yue Dao Sect supported by the Iron Corpse Sect, they immediately shirked everything, and only Qiu Yang reluctantly agreed.

Qiu Yang is a middle-aged monk with a calm complexion, a few strands of black beard under his chin, and two deed-shaped shields embedded in his arms.

"Haha, Elder Zhang, you don't know anything. Qiu Daoyou's practice is the ancient spiritual trick - "Pure Gold and Bronze Demon Skill", this exercise is between physical cultivation and law cultivation, and he is the best at defense, if you want to say that this kind of competition, Qiu Daoyou still has the greatest chance of winning!"

Seeing Zhang Yuanhao's eyes showing different colors, Su Yunling stroked his white beard and said with a smile.

Qiu Yang stood opposite Duan Qidao, calmly as a mountain, and saluted each other, and the competition began.

Duan Qidao was tall, with vicissitudes on his face, and his hair was gray and white, all tied behind his head. He, like Wu Yue, is a pure military cultivator, and he has a natal weapon with him, and all their life's cultivation is on this weapon.

On the top of the nameless mountain, with the sound of a domineering sword roaring that opened a golden cracking stone, Duan Qidao pulled out a gold-inlaid ring knife from the scabbard on his waist, and the sound of the knife sounded, as if there was spirituality.

With the swing of its knife, the surging spiritual power is like a big river rushing, fierce and domineering, a knife out, as if there is a rushing river that is cut off, the water splashes explode, and the power is huge.

This is the technique he cultivated "Seven Swords of the Splitting River", one knife is more powerful than the other, one knife is stronger than the other, and when it comes to the seventh sword, the power is almost doubled compared to the first sword, even a monk who is a little higher than him is unwilling to face this knife.

The Broken River Knife came with a majestic spiritual power, and the air on the top of the mountain was lined up, as if the river water was cut off by a knife, the majestic spiritual power and with this knife slammed towards Qiu Yang, making everyone's hearts tight.

The power shown by this knife is almost equivalent to the level of the peak of the early stage of foundation building, and it seems that Duan Qidao can be the master of a sect, and sure enough, there are still two brushes.

Suddenly, Zhang Yuanhao's complexion changed, and he saw Qiu Yang's arms and shields closed, and a huge diamond-shaped shield was closed on his chest. The shield shimmered with a ripple-like transparent luster, and Qiu Yang seemed to want to take this move head-on.

However, in Zhang Yuanhao's eyes, the arms he raised up exposed all the gaps in his lower body, and Duan Qidao easily cut through the spiritual power shield of Qiu Yang's protective body with just a turn of the sword wind, knocking his body back, and the latter took a few steps back, intentionally or unintentionally exposing the defensive void.

Duan Qidao's face remained unchanged, and he slashed at Qiu Yang's empty door one after another, the long river of spiritual power rolled down, and the sound of air explosions was endless, and the power was fierce.

At this time, no matter how stupid people were, they also noticed that something was wrong, especially Su Yunling, who was almost frozen in place, and for a moment, his eyes were red and roared: "Qiu Yang, you turtle grandson, dare to calculate against me!"

Hearing this, Qiu Yang's face shook, a little annoyed, he simply split the shield with both hands, and directly stopped defending, flew into the air, hugged his fists around, and said loudly: "Sect Master Duan's strength is extraordinary, he thinks he is invincible in the next game, and he admits defeat in this game!"

Before the words fell, there was a burst of cheers on the side of the Yue Dao Sect, and in the first game, Fang Kui of the Iron Corpse Sect was defeated too badly, almost being pressed and beaten by Zhang Yuanhao, and there was no chance to make a move at all, and now that they had won back a city, they naturally did their best to cheer.

"Qiu Yang, I, Su Yunling, think that I am not sorry for you at all, and I trust you so much, why do you want to calculate me like this?"

Su Yunling flew into the air, trying to calm the anger in his chest, and his voice fluctuated.

Su Yunling's voice was very loud, almost resounding on the top of the entire nameless mountain, Qiu Yang's face was a little unbearable in front of everyone's eyes, so he snorted coldly and said: "Su Daoyou, why did he say this, he has clearly tried his best, but since he has not completed the task you assigned, of course it is inconvenient to take your benefits, so I will return it to you!"

As he spoke, Qiu Yang took out a storage bag from his arms and threw it directly at Su Yunling, then turned his head and flew into the distance, turning into a horse and disappearing into the sky.

"Master Sumen, in the third game, it's your turn!" Zhang Yuanhao flew up into the air leisurely, stood beside Su Yunling, and prompted.

Su Yun's spiritual face was as if he was dead, and in the third game, the Yue Dao Sect's side was Yu Jun, the elder of the Purple Copper Palace, who was a mid-foundation building monk, and his hope of victory was almost slim.

"Master Sumen, don't worry, as long as you give full play to your strength, don't worry about the rest, in the end, the mine must be in the bag of my Lingguang faction!"

Zhang Yuanhao said faintly, his voice was very low and soft, and Zhihai bloomed with a strange fluctuation, as if he was hypnotizing.

In the Heart Slave Chapter of the "Secret Book of Changing the Sky and Striking the Heart Demon", Zhang Yuanhao was able to use this secret method to slightly affect the inner activities of all monks whose spiritual consciousness was weaker than his, but it was only limited to interfering influence.

Su Yunling suddenly shook his whole body, as if he had been beaten with chicken blood, and somehow, he inexplicably felt that he had a great chance of winning this battle, and the only trace of fear in his heart was also cleared.

Seeing this, Zhang Yuanhao silently landed to the side, watched the two on the top of the mountain salute each other, and the third competition officially began.

The monks of the Purple Bronze Palace are both practicing the body and the law, so Yu Jun's combat power is much stronger than that of the monks of the same level, not to mention Su Yunling, who is a small realm weaker than him.

Su Yunling was holding a soft sword with a spiritual weapon, rippling all over his body, and carefully wrestling with Yu Jun, who was already good at defense, so the two of them went back and forth, testing each other for a while, but they didn't see anyone dominating.

Finally, Yu Jun gave up defending and switched to active attack. With a drum of spiritual power all over his body, the pale golden spiritual power shield was instantly opened, and a pair of spiritual weapon fists in both hands were golden and magnificent, and several punches were thrown out in an instant, breaking Su Yunling's defensive momentum, the latter retreated in panic, but Yu Jun chased after him.

At this time, Zhang Yuanhao's eyes were closed, and he was standing in the distance alone. However, if there were monks with extremely high spiritual strength here, they would definitely be surprised to find a strange vine with a hideous appearance spreading out from the back of their heads, climbing towards the battle situation in the distance.