Wan Geng's eyes froze, and the long-handled mace in his right hand, which had already been infused with the limit of his spiritual power, smashed it with all his strength from top to bottom.

The purple mangs made of purple beads were knocked into the stone ground of the ring by Wan Geng with a "bang", and smashed out a large pit several feet deep, and the pit was full of dust. The tortoiseshell shield in his left hand collided with another purple orb and was instantly launched, and suddenly in front of the shield was a purple electric mang.

After pushing out the tortoiseshell shield, his left hand quickly pinched the trick and shot out a water arrow, and when the water arrow was formed, Wan Geng's left hand shook quickly.

Wan Geng's continuous cracking of his own attacks, Yan Wuying, who turned his head in front of him and looked back, frowned, he actually had a purple Ming lion eye magic weapon in the opponent's full force, and the spiritual power and a trace of divine consciousness in it were chaotic, and he could not drive it for the time being. The other Purple Ming Lion Eye was about to hit the tortoiseshell shield in the opponent's hand, and was pushed away by the other party, so far the Ming Xiao Purple Electricity stored in his two Purple Ming Lion Eye magic weapons was consumed and turned into a pair of ordinary magic weapons.

Summoned another purple lion to his eyes, Yan Wucheng flipped his hands, a pair of treasure lights flashed, and a dagger full of aura appeared in his palm, and in the explosion of the collision of spells behind him, he waved his backhand, and a dagger turned into a cold glow.

As soon as the other hand holding the dagger was about to swing out, Yan Wuxuan's expression changed suddenly, and a blue light instantly flashed behind his back.

Only had time to move an inch to the left, Lan Mang brought out a bloody light from Yan Wu's right chest, and before the aftermath was gone, he crashed into the transparent light curtain, making a tremor and humming, and the light curtain rippled in circles.

When the blue mang castration has disappeared, its shape is revealed, and it is actually an arrow made of water blue, like a spar. After the water blue arrow hit the transparent light curtain until the castration had disappeared, it was not recalled by Wan Geng, but fell straight to the ring.

It's really ironic, after calculating the other party in this way, he actually let the other party calculate it like this, and when Yan Wusheng was in the blue mang, he couldn't help laughing at himself in his heart.

The right chest was hit hard by this, and Yan Wuwu still swung out the other dagger in his hand in pain, and then quickly changed his body to face Wan Geng.

At this time, Wan Geng was already four feet away from Yan Wuying, and had repelled a dagger before, but now seeing that Yan Wucheng was still in pain under the wound of the frost blue water arrow in his body, he still resisted the pain and quickly counterattacked, and in his heart, he still kept in his hand, and threw his arm with all his strength, and in the cruel laughter, he actually threw the long-handled mace at the other party.

The long-handled mace slammed into a dagger again, and when it was less than a foot away from Yan Wuying, there was a crisp dense sound at the head of the club, and the wolf teeth attached to it quickly separated and shot out in all directions.

The moment the fangs on the mace catapulted, Yan Wuxian turned around.

Between the battle between Yan Wuwei and Wan Geng, the elders of their respective sects above the two of them all kept a suitable distance from their own disciples, and when Yan Wuwei was hit by the frost blue water arrow before, Yuan Qingzi did not make a move. At this time, seeing that Yan Wuwei was in danger again, a handful of treasure-light restrained Xuanpu three-foot Qingfeng that appeared out of thin air in front of Yuan Qingzi was waiting to be rescued at the fingertips, but it suddenly stopped.

Yuan Qingzi looked at Yan Wunean, who turned around, at the sharp wolf teeth that ejected from the mace in front of him, but his brows frowned slightly, and a square scarf quickly enlarged with a wave of his hand, and under Wan Geng's surprised gaze, he blocked the wolf teeth in front of him one by one, and wrapped the mace that had been cast.

The square scarf was removed, and a water arrow released by Wan Geng, who had exhausted his means, was already in front of him, and Yan Wuxian opened his mouth and spewed out a ball of purple thunder, and countless lightning rays in the thunderball were swaying, exuding a terrifying atmosphere.

When the thunderball was close to the water arrow, it quickly dispersed, turning into a purple power grid the size of three zhang, and as soon as the water arrow came into contact with the purple power grid, it instantly fell apart and reduced to a trace of water aura and dissipated in the air, and then the power grid rushed straight to Wan Geng, who was close to the late ruler.

Wan Geng's face has disappeared before, replaced by a look of admiration, he tried his best to get close to the other party, bullying the other party's close attack is not as good as himself, but he didn't expect that the other party is suitable for both near and far, but instead lured himself to his side, so that the other party made a thunderous counterattack, and the current power grid Wan Geng believed that he would be defeated as soon as he made contact.

When the purple power grid dispersed the water arrow and went to Wan Geng less than three feet, a huge blue shadow with an afterimage fell from the sky, and after hitting the power grid, it crashed into the ring with the power grid.

After the loud noise, a two-zhang square lotus platform appeared, just like the water arrow sent by Wan Geng before, the sparkling lotus body lotus petals, lotus pods, lotus seeds are clearly visible, just like the real lotus platform.

As the purple power grid that was pressed underneath dissipated, the lotus platform also turned into a trace of water and spiritual energy and returned to the air, revealing a lotus seal only half a foot deep on the ground.

This lotus platform spell is the elder of the Wan Geng Sect, the palace woman has never exploded when it hits the power grid to the ground, and only uses the power of the collision to dissolve the power of the purple power grid, and no longer causes greater damage to the ring, which shows that this palace woman's control of spiritual power, the timing of the spell is close to the peak.

"In this competition, my Shanghemen disciples were defeated. On the ring, the female elder in the palace costume of Shanghemen said lightly, and his voice was not loud, but it spread to the ears of everyone in the square.

As if they had been woken up from a deep sleep, the disciples of the consecrated light in the silent square began to talk among themselves.

"Is this the battle between the monks of the foundation building period? It's a little hard to see, but it's also very exciting!"

"That is, whether it is the spell, the rapid casting and timing of the magic weapon, or the battle of scheming, we are really far from it. ”

"We are also only one foot away from the late stage of enlightenment, and such a powerful and majestic figure in the ring in the future is one of us. Ha ha. ”

"Your sister, after all, you hammer me!"

Monks usually practice or experience hard every day, even if they are studying with the same sect or going out to see, most of them only see the battle between monks of the same rank or below, and it is really difficult to encounter such a battle between monks who are a great level higher than themselves. At this time, it is not a half-game competition, but dozens of games, even if most of the experience cannot be absorbed and used now, it can be left for reference after advancing in the future.

At this time, Chen San completely ignored the cheers of the surrounding Qingyunmen disciples to celebrate the victory of his own sect, and quietly recalled the previous battle between Yan Wuwei and Wan Geng, and compared the details of his previous battle with Lin Tianbao and Yuan Laosan, absorbing what he could use, and discarding or modifying his shortcomings.

Yan Qingyu, who was standing next to Chen San, and Ding Zhiyuan saw his appearance, and they were also interested in not bothering him.

Suddenly, everyone on the field fell silent, and the words of the two sect elders came from the ring, "The second competition begins." Chen Sancai came back to his senses from his thoughts and returned his gaze to the ring.

The person on the Qingyunmen side was still a person that Chen San was familiar with, but among the two foundation building stage disciples that Chen San and the others had seen for the first time, in addition to Yan Wuying, was this young man with handsome eyebrows, Zhongli.

When there were still more than a month to go before the five-year meeting, Zhongli successfully broke through to the realm of the late stage of foundation building, and after thinking twice, he applied for a place in the door to participate in the test, and he was approved by the master.

The Shanghemen side sent a man of similar age to Wan Geng before, named Wan Gyu.

Although his face was a little cruel like Wan Geng's before, it was more dignified, and it was obvious that this Shanghemen disciple who was suspected of being Wan Geng's brother had put away a little contempt after watching the battle between Wan Geng and Yan Wucheng before.

As soon as the battle began, a completely different style of duel from the previous chase battle was presented to everyone.

In this second competition, the two of them completely attacked with their hands and feet, and the fierce collision of various spells and spells quickly changed their body positions in a small space moment, and they used all kinds of magical powers to break when they couldn't avoid it.

After a cup of tea, the temperature in the ring dropped suddenly, and Zhongli pushed out his hands one after another, and between each push, a thorny ice ball the size of a human head condensed, emitting a cold cold air and hitting a piece of ice in front of Wan Gyu, covering his entire body, three feet thick.

Under Zhongli's continuous and extremely dense attacks, his hands were pressed against the ice in front of him and he was frantically injected with spiritual power, and Wan Gyu, who gritted his teeth and persevered, finally couldn't catch up with the speed of destruction of the ice ball.

With a crisp cracking sound like glass, the ice in front of Wan Gyu shattered, and several ice balls in his body slammed into the ground of the ring.

The moment he broke through the solid ice in front of Wan Gui, Zhongli suddenly stopped, and a transparent eight-foot ice gun with a circle of threads to the tail appeared in his hand, like a beast's horn, and with a wave of force in his hand, it turned into a cold light and chased Wan Gui away.

Wan Gui hurriedly smashed on the ring, a mouthful of blood spurted out, looking at the cold light that followed, fear just appeared in his eyes, and the green shadow next to him appeared, Yuan Qingzi reached out and pinched the cold mang.

A trace of cold air stabbed Wan Gyu's forehead, and the tip of the ice spear that shimmered with sharp light was less than an inch away from him.

Yuan Qingzi waved his hand and threw it up, and the ice spear turned into a cold light and rushed out, and was taken by Zhong Li.

"In the second competition, my Shanghemen disciples lost. The female elder of the Shanghe Gate Palace said lightly again, but his face frowned slightly, obviously a little annoyed by the defeat again.

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The first round of the foundation building period disciple competition between the two sects of the five five-year meetings of the Iron Alliance has finally ended, and tomorrow will be the disciple competition between the two sects.

The disciples of Qingyunmen cheered, embracing the elders of the sect and the senior brothers and uncles of the foundation building period to their residences, all because of the great record of four wins and one defeat in the first round of this sect, even if the disciples of the foundation building period of this competition can't be ranked first, the second name is not bad.

Chen Sansan and the three of them were at the end, and they also laughed and talked away.

The disciples of the other sects also left in a series of discussions, feeling that today's competition was exciting, and some sect disciples were even glad that the sect was not facing Qingyunmen, a powerful sect in the past.

On the other hand, among the people in Shanghemen, except for the two elders, they all frowned and were greatly depressed.

Those disciples in the enlightenment period secretly clenched their fists, vowing in their hearts to win back the honor for the sect in tomorrow's competition.