On the tower, he seemed to sit with his eyes closed, and Ling Zhangzuo, who was indifferent to the competition on the stage, had a slight smile on his face, Li Qingyao was cultivated by her, and spent countless efforts and resources, ready to be accepted as a disciple as the heir to the mantle, and had high expectations for her, this cold mantis sword is the best flying sword of the ice attribute, which was selected by her own hands, and complemented Li Qingyao's soft water body, and when casting spells with all his strength, the cold mantis incarnation can be summoned out, for the disciples in the qi cultivation period, the ice spirit breath spewed out by the cold malignant incarnation cannot be resisted at all, and now Wang Chuan is frozen inside, it is impossible to break free, obviously the victory is decided at this time。

Originally, for them, these competitions in the qi cultivation period were like children's plays, boring and boring, and there was nothing worth paying attention to, at most, they were paying attention to the qualifications of each disciple to see which disciples were worth selling into.

But this time Dabi is different from the past, there is actually a four-vein inferior qualification mixed into Dabi, and they actually stand to the end, they are not only surprised, but also a little curious, can this Wang Chuan, who stepped on many geniuses with brute force, go to the end? The Qianlong Sect has always determined the future by qualifications, this rule has lasted for thousands of years, but now there is a faint loosening, if Wang Chuan really wins the championship, this makes the high-level people feel a little uncomfortable, and now Li Qingyao has successfully frozen the opponent with a kind of ice breath, and after a while and a half, when Wang Chuan's mana is exhausted, it can be announced that Li Qingyao has won, basically the championship has been decided, and it can be regarded as saving some face.

Wang Chuan in the Xuan Ice was frozen tightly, he couldn't even bend his fingers, and the piercing cold that was ubiquitous in all directions began to invade his body, if it was an ordinary peak disciple of Qi cultivation, then he could feel a pinprick-like stinging pain on his skin, and then the cold hit his body and froze the meridians, and the mana of his whole body also condensed and failed, so he could only be slaughtered.

Wang Chuan is not too afraid of these cold cold that can freeze the meridians of ordinary monks, his physical body is extremely strong, and this cold is not much of a threat, but the mana is slightly circulated, and the cold is driven away.

It's just that this ice is too hard and thick, Wang Chuan exerted his strength several times, and used all his strength, but he was never able to break the ice and get out.

On the tower, Jiang Shaoyang, who was sitting at the bottom, had been paying attention to this competition, and had long held a grudge against Wang Chuan, who had taken away his younger brother's place in the inner gate, and at this time, looking at his helpless appearance in the locked Xuanbing, his originally tense face finally showed a cold smile.

"What should I do?" Although he is not afraid of the cold, he will be fine if he stays in this ice for a day and a half, but after a while, I am afraid that the referee elder will judge that he has lost.

Wang Chuan's thoughts only turned slightly, and he quickly made a decision.

The victory or defeat is here, "Blood Coagulation Technique!" The mana in the body flowed in a strange way, but in an instant, it was like a spark falling into a pile of dead wood, and the blood on his body burst into flames, and the green tendons on the surface of Wang Chuan's skin protruded, and the muscles in his body circled and twisted like dragons.

Feeling the mana like a volcanic eruption in his body, the endless power, Wang Chuan let out a low shout, "Open it for me!"

Everyone was waiting for Wang Chuan to admit defeat, but who knew that there was a sudden change on the field, and there was an earth-shattering loud noise, and the solid huge piece of ice burst instantly, and the large and small ice cubes splashed in the air, hitting the shields on the side of the ring with a "pop" sound.

The ice slag ice mist flying all over the sky gradually dissipated, revealing an ordinary young figure, gray clothes, holding a black giant sword of nearly three feet in one hand, his eyes were still plain, stepping on the ice slag all over the ground and walking steadily forward step by step.

"Is this a human or a monster?" Countless disciples and masters on and off the stage were dumbfounded, Wang Chuan actually broke the Xuan Ice with brute force, how much strength does this need?

"Is this disciple really born with divine power? This is the best physique for cultivating physical arts, it's a pity, the way of physical cultivation in ancient times, also flourished for a while, legend has it that in ancient times, the aura was incomparably abundant, and the cultivator's double cultivation of the immortal body was superb, and he could move mountains and reclaim the sea, and destroy the city and the country in a thought, far from being comparable to the current monks, but after a huge catastrophe that swept the Three Realms, many huge sects were extinct, countless powerful monks fell one after another, and most of the exercises have lost their inheritance, especially physical cultivation, which is basically extinct in the Xuantian Continent, and the rest is some exercises that do not enter the stream, and the aura has gradually become thinner, and the treasures of heaven and earth are difficult to find, which is not enough to support the use of forging, physical cultivation has completely become a mirror, and it has become impossible to want dual cultivation of the Dharma and physical bodies, and it can only be a waste of time in vain. Master Li shook his head regretfully.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Shaoyang's originally leisurely body straightened up instantly, the smile on his face condensed, replaced by a frosty face, and a thick resentment in his eyes, after all, his realm vision was far beyond the outer disciples, and at this time he could see the victory or defeat at a glance, "Even if you are the first in Dabi, what can you do, can the qualifications of the four veins still turn the sky upside down? There is an opportunity in the inner gate to slowly rectify you." ”

At this time, the incarnation of the cold mantis had already changed back to the appearance of a flying sword, swimming back and forth in mid-air, Li Qingyao saw Wang Chuan get out of trouble, and his face was slightly stunned and came back to his senses.

Facing the attacking sword light, Wang Chuan slashed down with the sword in both hands, and with a loud "dang" sound, with the blessing of a divine power, the cold sword was knocked out far away with a wail, and the sword body shook for a while before it calmed down, and it was slightly sluggish between swimming, as if it had been damaged a little.

Li Qingyao's complexion changed, this Han Yan Sword is the best magic weapon, and it is also a gift from the master, never lose it, raise his hand to recall the Han Yan Sword, and find that it is not a big problem with a little induction, as long as it is slightly warm, it can be recovered.

It's just that the mana in the body is not one out of ten, and what he sees is about to be exhausted, he raised his eyes to look at Wang Chuan, but he still looks like a dragon and a tiger, and he is slowly approaching with a giant sword at this time.

Li Qingyao's good-looking Dai frowned, and sighed leisurely: "It seems that I am going to live up to the expectations of the throne." ”

"Senior brother's divine power, Qing Yao is ashamed of herself, so she admits defeat. Li Qingyao bowed slightly at Wang Chuan, then turned around and floated down the ring like a light cloud.

The original plain and unremarkable, abandoned by the disciples and not used the empty technique, this moment has become the most beautiful scenery, the graceful figure slowly descends from the stage, Li Qingyao's clothes flutter in the wind, the skin is better than the snow, bright and moving.

For a while, many disciples in the audience forgot about Dabi, forgetting that Wang Chuan was the protagonist at this time, and there was only the figure like a Nine Heavens Fairy in their eyes.

Even Jiang Shaoyang on the tower seemed to have forgotten Wang Chuan, his eyes kept following Li Qingyao, and an inexplicable light flashed in his eyes.

Elder Han, who had been closing his eyes and recuperating in his eyes, moved his eyebrows, coughed lightly in his mouth, and his voice was silent, but in the ears of all the disciples, it was like Hong Zhong Dalu, and the countless disciples in the audience woke up like a dream and turned their eyes to the stage again.