As long as the disciples who participated in the previous trial conference entered the top ten, this ranking would be retained for three years, and they only had to wait for the disciples who were promoted to challenge them.

The year Xu Moling entered the Demon Realm was already the fifth time that he won the first throne for the fifth time, and this year was superimposed a lot, so that he only had to stand behind his master and wait.

The competition on the trial ground was in full swing, but Xu Moling lowered his head and looked at his nose and nose, as if everything had nothing to do with him, even the Great Elder of the Confused Yuan noticed that his temperament was much more withdrawn, after all, loneliness and coldness were different.

"Mo Ling, I heard that you haven't been to Elder Bu Yi in a few days. "This Elder Bu Yi is in charge of trivial affairs in the Pavilion, and Xu Moling has been regarded as the successor of the True Pavilion since he was a child, so he has to go to Elder Bu Yi every few days to study.

It's just that after going through the demon world once, and encountering such examples of human kindness, he is not as enthusiastic as before, he just feels that it is dispensable, just let it be, but it is not easy to speak directly to the master's hopeful and majestic eyes.

"Yes, after the apprentice came back, he only went to Elder Bu Yi once, but because Jian Yuyin had been cultivating for a long time, he had little benefit, and he wanted to improve the realm a little more and stabilize it before going. ”

The Great Elder of the Confused Yuan nodded thoughtfully, he was also a practicing sword feather yin, and only after walking through this road did he know how difficult it was, and how many people had stagnated on this road.

"It's a good thing to have perseverance, but you don't have to be too anxious, you can't practice for more than ten years, even if you change the exercises, it's still too late, and it's even very good for building a foundation. Confused Yuan was in a good mood at this time, so he turned his head and gave Xu Moling a few words of guidance, and when he saw people nodding and remembering them one by one, he was relieved, and after a pause, he said: "Even if the results of this trial are not satisfactory, you don't need to be discouraged, as a teacher, I believe that your talent can catch up as soon as possible." ”

"Yes!" Knowing that the master was concerned about himself, Xu Moling clenched his fists and made a solid gesture.

The shouting in the field suddenly became louder, and there was only one place left in the top ten, and Wen Xi, who was the most popular in the cabinet, and the new dark horse Wang Dui the year before last faced each other.

Wen Xi has a lot of supporters, and there are many people who are optimistic about Wang Duan, and at this time, this game is in the center and largest ring, and there are people around.

Xu Moling, who had been letting go, also swept his gaze, and Wang Du looked very tall and capable, worthy of the name of a dark horse.

Moreover, he even practiced the Yin Scroll Exercises!

In the past, Xu Moling cultivated the sword and feather yang by himself, and the yin scroll was just a noun to him, and he really didn't know much, and the advice Nian Yun gave him was mostly based on cultivation experience, and after he practiced this exercise, except for the Great Elder of Confused Yuan, he didn't find a single one, and there were quite a few in the outer door, but he only touched the door and stayed in place for decades.

He stared intently at the battle.

Wen Xi cultivated the sword feather yang technique of the most rigid and yang, the feather sword was infused with mana, and the whole body was full of light, full of momentum, and Wang Dui, who was beating, could only escape around the platform, and barely supported himself to say that he would not fall off the stage.

Everyone in the audience was cheering for Wen Xi and cheering.

The corners of Xu Moling's mouth also faintly hooked up a smile, but it soon became quiet, only to see Wen Xi kick him with a whip leg, but Wang Du did not dodge, but crossed his arms to block it, and pushed him to a stumble.

Wen Xi was still a little surprised when he saw this, thinking that this person finally couldn't bear to break out, if this was his strongest blow, then he was not far from victory.

In fact, Wen Xi's ranking is more than ten in the Zhenyi Pavilion, but he was in the middle of illness during the trial last year, and he was defeated after two hasty fights.

I saw that Wang Dui on the opposite side had a calm face, without a trace of panic, and turned around and took out something from his arms through the gap.

Almost at the same time, the people in the field, the people off the field, and the elders in charge on the high platform all felt that this fight was coming to an end, and how could anyone leak such a big flaw in their back to the enemy.

Wang Du still didn't panic, and took out a bell with a handle, dark purple, exuding an icy aura.

"Dementor Bell!" A white-haired elder of another sect immediately recognized it, Xu Moling's pupils immediately shrank when he heard this voice, and he couldn't help but shout Wen Xi be careful.

caused the people on the high platform to look back one after another.

In such a short period of time, Wen Xi was defeated, he was dragged out of the ring by Wang Duan, his state was very wrong, he had already vomited a mouthful of blood, but he still struggled to stand up.

It turned out that Wang Duan deliberately exposed that flaw, attracting Wen Xi to get close to him, and then suddenly turned around and urged the soul bell, making him dizzy and leaning over to vomit, which could only be avoided by sealing the five senses.

But Wen Xi just sealed his hearing and regretted it, his hearing was sealed, he lost the ability to judge the injury in advance, but it was too late to react, and Wang Du kicked him in the chest, broke two ribs and dropped off the stage.

Rao is like this, and the power of the soul bell has not completely dissipated.

The presiding disciple played the gong and announced Wang Dui's victory, and he bowed triumphantly to the audience, and the judges on the stage bowed a few times.

Only then did he get off the stage unhurriedly, and took out a brown pill from his arms and stuffed it into Wen Xi's mouth.

Wen Xi felt that his head was no longer dizzy, his chest didn't hurt much, and with a little mana, the two broken ribs were repaired, but he was not convinced, the thing the opponent took was too insidious, which violated the principle of fair play.

"Judge, the disciple is not convinced, the magic weapon that Senior Brother Wang took is extremely cold, I'm afraid it is evil!" Wen Xi complained to the magistrate, but Wang Du looked at him with some mockery.

Sure enough, the magistrate ran to the Great Elder of Confused Yuan on the high platform, asked him about it, and then came back to explain to Wen Xi.

"Senior Brother Wang is using a magic weapon made by a master of the sword feather yin scroll exercises, not an evil thing, and the competition stipulates that you can use a magic weapon, and you can't cheat. ”

As soon as these words came out, even the audience stopped doing it, shouting and denouncing Wang Dui, if he took out the magic weapon early in the morning, it would be okay, Wen Xi is also a person with a master, and he may not be able to take out a treasure that can deal with him.

It's just that the rules are the rules, and no matter how unconvinced you are, you can only admit it.