"Elder Jiang praised it falsely, the little girl is just an ordinary woman, and she can't afford to be called an elder's fairy. Still dressed in white, Fairy Ming showed a gentle smile on her face, and her voice returned softly.

This woman is quiet and has a lovely demeanor, and when the nearby disciples and monks saw it, they were all excited, revealing an obsessive look, and even the senior monks of the Sword Immortal Sect had a more or less fiery look in their eyes.

At this time, the beautiful woman in white walked out of her team, and then pulled the Ming Fairy to the side, and chattered, extremely enthusiastic, as if she were sisters, and the Ming Fairy has always been generous, gentle and lovely to reply, Sven and polite manners, people can't find a trace of fault, worthy of being called the first beauty.

The next two teams have already arrived, so things are very simple, this Sword Immortal Sect, as the landlord, naturally wants to wash the dust for the two factions, and arrange a big courtyard for the arrival of the two sects, so that they can rest for two days, and after two days, it is the official competition time.

The rules of the competition have already been set, the competition is divided into three groups, each sect selects ten disciples as a group, let them compete with the twenty disciples of the other two sects as a group, take out the top four of the thirty people, and enter the next round of finals, so that each sect has thirty disciples, that is, it can be divided into three groups, after the three groups of competitions, twelve promoted monks can be produced, and finally these twelve monks compete for the final top ten.

Time is fleeting, and soon it will be the day of the competition, because there are not many disciples, there is definitely no need to divide it into several venues like the competition in the Faxian Sect, the three sects add up to only ninety people, so naturally they can go in order.

The order of appearance of the game has been determined by the drawing of lots by the monk who leads the team, so there is nothing to say, as for the referee, it is the monk of the third sect who has nothing to do with the game, so it is very fair to rotate as the referee.

Due to the extremely exciting competition, the disciples of the Sword Immortal Sect all surrounded the ring of the competition.

At this time, a long-bearded middle-aged monk of the Danxian Sect flew to the ring, and then quietly announced: "The first group, Lin Feng of the Law Immortal Sect is against Ma Teng of the Sword Immortal Sect!" As the voice of the long-bearded middle-aged monk fell, he saw a monk from the team of the Law Immortal Sect and the team of the Sword Immortal Sect.

After the disciples in the audience saw the opponents on both sides clearly, they were all in a commotion, and then whispered.

"I'm not mistaken, this Law Immortal Sect is a Qi Refining Cultivator, while the Sword Immortal Sect is a Foundation Building Cultivator. ”

"Their cultivation is too bad, isn't it, in this way, our Sword Immortal Sect will seem to be invincible, how is this a game arranged?"

"The opponents in this competition are all decided by lottery, not artificially, so it can only be that this Senior Brother Lin is unlucky, because every sect has so many young foundation building Tianjiao, if an ordinary Qi Refining disciple encounters it, he can only consider himself unlucky. ”

The Zhuji disciple from the Sword Immortal Sect was carrying two short swords on his back, you must know that in the sword cultivation, there are very few people who use a pair of weapons, this one is an outlier, it seems that the strength should not be weak, these two short swords may still have their weirdness.

Ma Teng walked out and looked at Lin Feng's opponent in surprise, and then there was a trace of contempt on his face, for him, Lin Feng's cultivation was not a matter of concern, defeating a Qi refining disciple, for him as a foundation building cultivator, it was not an easy matter.

And Lin Feng was dressed in a cyan suit, but his ordinary face was calm, and at the same time he secretly said in his heart: "First, I am a foundation building monk, and my luck is not ordinarily good, but it doesn't matter, for this competition, I have made enough preparations, even if I don't use my real strength, it is very easy to defeat a monk in the early stage of foundation building." ”

"The game begins!" the long-bearded middle-aged monk spoke.

When the young foundation building monk of the Sword Immortal Sect heard this, he released the two short swords behind his back without hesitation, only to see his shoulders move, and with a "poof", two flying swords flew out, one green and one red, spinning in the air, complementing each other.

Then I saw the young monk's hands flying, obviously urging the sword technique, this young monk had already decided that as a foundation building monk, when facing Lin Feng, a qi refining monk, he must defeat him with one blow, so that no one would laugh at him, otherwise if a foundation building monk took a lot of effort to win it when facing the qi refining monk, it would be too faceless, and it would be a shame to lose the face of the foundation building monk.

But just as the young monk was thinking like this, Lin Feng also made a move, and suddenly fifty huge fireballs flew out of his hand, and these fireballs rushed towards him with a scorching wave of fire.

Ma Teng, who hadn't fully activated the sword technique, couldn't help but cry out with an "ah", his horror was fully revealed, and his face turned pale at the same time.

However, he was able to become a foundation building monk, and he still had combat experience, although he was frightened, but he was also in a hurry at this time, and forcibly interrupted his resoluteness, only to see his "poof" spit out a mouthful of blood forward, and his whole body fell to the ground.

A sound of "huhuhuhuhu" flew over his head and body, and he knew the sound of the fireball flying by at this time, and couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, fortunately in his wit, otherwise the consequences of hitting the body would be unimaginable, and after a short period of time, he dodged the fireball as much as possible.

At this time, his chest was already full of anger, a qi refining monk actually made him so ugly, the most important thing is that he was spit out blood when he interrupted the sword technique, and in the face of a qi refining monk, he was actually injured, it was really a great shame, so after the fireball, he suddenly wanted to turn over from the ground, ready to give Lin Feng a big color to take a look, but at this moment, a big black foot appeared on the door of his head, and when his carp turned over before it was completed, he stepped down mercilessly, and suddenly fell back to the ground again。

Suddenly, the eyes of this senior disciple of the Sword Immortal Sect turned black, and he didn't know what to do.

There was an uproar outside the light mask, and there were many people who were dumbfounded, even the long-bearded middle-aged referee of the Danxian Sect, who also looked at Lin Feng with an extremely strange face, and after a while, he slowly announced: "Lin Feng of the Faxian Sect, win." ”

Lin Feng listened, smiled slightly, and then bowed slightly to the long-bearded referee, and calmly walked down from the ring.