Among the one hundred and eighty-one trial disciples, the strength of the thirty-one can also be counted. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

There are still a few people who can be his opponents. But after a series of hard battles, these people also consumed a lot. A lot of strength was expended, and no trialist could defeat the thirty-one.

Minya is no exception. After eliminating seven powerful opponents in a row, he could barely lift the heavy sword in his hand.

Mingya clearly knows that Thirty-One has been acting all the time, and his physical strength and spirit are at their peak. With his tired body, it is of course impossible to defeat such a strong opponent. Although Minya was very unwilling, he also had to accept this result.

He stood still, trying to regain some strength. He needs to buy a little more time to make sure he can last longer.

Thirty-one didn't feel any shame about his cheating.

He came to Minya in a menacing manner and said unashamedly: "You are very strong, you have the strength to compete with me, come on." ”

Ming Ya was already filled with indescribable anger in his heart, and the words of the thirty-one stimulated him again. He blurted out some impulsively. "Thirty-one ......"

Before the rest of the words could be spoken, Minya began to regret her impulsiveness.

He even noticed that the Dao Leader who was standing outside the field was frowning and staring at him.

"How do you tell I'm number one?"

"You've been on a 10-game winning streak for three days, you've always been number one, and of course I've been watching you. ”

Thirty-one was much easier to deceive than the Elder of the Remnant Dao, and he easily believed Minya's explanation.

His nervous expression relaxed, and then he stepped forward, closing in on Minya. The blackiron heavy sword in his hand was always attached to his waist. When he walked two meters away from Minya, Thirty-One's body spun violently. The heavy sword in his hand was already whining and slashing at Minya.

In the past few days, Minya has been studying this disciple who is ranked first. Not only does he know his opponent's sword, but he also knows his character.

Thirty-one has more sword attacks and less defense, and he is a person who is extremely good at fighting downwind battles. Minya knew that his first sword would never be able to be dodged. Once you dodge this sword, you will be greeted by a stormy slash from your opponent.

Minya's palm shrunk, maintaining its strength but not revealing. His five fingers tightened the hilt of the sword. When the thirty-one slash fell, the Xuantie heavy sword in his hand also stabbed out diagonally. Minya swung a sword with skillful force, and this sword lightly stuck to the opponent's heavy sword. The heavy sword of the thirty-one spinning hand was full of power, and this sword pushed Minya like a spinning top. Mingya's body rotated in reverse with the opponent's sword power. Then his body leaned back a little, and his five-fingered sword struck upward, sealing the sword that was already on the verge of slashing at his throat.

Thirty-one had a lot of stamina, and his offensive was like a storm.

Because of physical exhaustion, when blocking the eighteenth style, Ming Ya also made a small mistake.

His arms were so sore that he could barely lift his sword. Therefore, he tried to attack and defend, and the sword that slightly delayed the opponent's attack speed was unsuccessful. Not only did the sword not hit his opponent's right hand, but he himself was struck by the 31st sword and fell to the ground.

"Thirty-one wins in a row of ten games. Congratulations, you've successfully started the challenge. As long as you can win ten more games in tomorrow's challenge, then you can get out of here. And No. 216 is also doing quite well. ”

Mingya's performance made the Daoist Leader quite satisfied, and his face was full of approval: "Focus your attention on martial arts cultivation. If you weren't always figuring around, your grades would have been better. ”

The staple food for dinner is still Lingdao.

This old Taoist fellow has never been afraid of trouble. He took a lot of effort to grind the spiritual rice into flour and then steamed it into large pieces of gorgeous pastry like jade.

Mingya, who was already fainting from hunger, couldn't wait to pick up the pastry in her hand with both hands and chew it, but unfortunately it didn't work.

Only when holding the bowl and using chopsticks to bring the food to his mouth did the black crystal robe be willing to show a slit. In this way, the food can enter the mouth smoothly.

Minya used to have a bad habit. When he's not working, he likes to chew on leaves or something. But when he was put on by this black crystal robe, this pica was easily corrected.

Today's meal is pretty. In addition to pastries, there are also four-color colorful dishes that go together. Even if you eat a big pot of rice, such a meal with both color and flavor will also make people have a great appetite.

Seven consecutive high-intensity battles have made Mingya very tired.

When eating, he can only remain in a half-dead position. Lie on the table. Then carefully pull the rice into the mouth.

Minya eats extremely quickly. He waved the chopsticks in his hand very casually, as if the attraction from the large bowl was no longer there. The very little bit of rice would still fall to the ground along his black crystal robe. But compared to a large bowl of rice, its number is already negligible.

After a year of adaptation, all the trialists have made great progress. There is also less and less spiritual food on the ground. Therefore, the spirit beasts of the Dao Academy were about to run out of spiritual food.

After eating a big bowl, Ming Ya looked at the kind-looking old Taoist priest with some greed.

He hadn't eaten too much yet, but he still didn't have much strength and time to waste on eating.

After a deep sigh, Minya squinted her eyes and sat on the futon. He knew that someone would come over to talk to him today.

He is already in second place. The vast majority of those present should be able to see that he is the strongest of the trialists. He believed that his unpretentious seven-game winning streak was enough to impress these people.

Although she was very dissatisfied with the people on the 31st, Minya also knew that she couldn't ignore them.

Now that these people have the ability to collude with each other, they should be able to think more long-term.

Minya believes that they should think about more than just tomorrow's challenge, just like themselves. After all, receiving the teachings of the missing Dao Master is only the first step. If you want to go far, you must think further.

Minya had no intention of entanglement with them. He just wants to get his place back. For this reason, he may even consider joining the other party. Minya sat there, frowning, thinking about all the possibilities.

Should the other party start to pay attention to themselves, so what will they do on the 31st?

Like Mingya, on the 31st, they were still sitting in the Zhiwei Pavilion.

When all the other trialists had left, the fourteen were still sitting there in large numbers.

They sat silently, all of them waiting for the final decision on the 31st.

Of course, the thirty-first has already been eaten.

He had already turned his head and glanced at Minya, but he didn't have the intention of coming over and talking.

Thirty-One sat there, flexing his index finger and tapping lightly on the table. He was impatient, but Minya didn't move. It was the other party who owed him an explanation.

Seeing that Mingya still refused to come over, the 31st stood up.

He walked back. As he passed by the eighteenth, he suddenly reached out and patted the eighteenth on the shoulder. Then he walked past Mingya, and walked out of the Zhiwei Pavilion with Shi Shiran.

After the thirty-one left, Mingya noticed that the eighteenth's back was suddenly straightened a lot.

But Minya already knew what she had to do.

Thirty-One's actions told him that it was impossible for him to join these people.

The thirty-one will leave here tomorrow, so he will disdain to ignore Minya. Even after seeing Minya's strength, he still had no idea of compromise.

Minya knew exactly what that meant.

This can only show that in their forces, status is more important than strength.

So if Mingya joins it, he will have to back down step by step.

And Minya has no way back, except for his own strength, he has nothing to do.

So he still has only one choice - to fight against the water.

Eighteen sat there, enjoying the feeling of being uninhibited for a moment, before he stood up.

He came to Mingya's side in a big circle, and said in an inaudible voice: "The martial arts field will be very lively tonight, you can also come and take a look." ”

After saying this, the eighteenth walked out of the Zhiwei Pavilion, and the rest of the trialists also left with him.

Ming Ya sighed deeply and muttered to herself, "Is it a martial arts field?"