"Senior brother Hugh wants to talk nonsense!" Nangong Wan suddenly blushed, stomped her feet and turned to leave, and Murong Bai immediately chased after her.

On the second day, the game was still a duel between two and two, Guo Feng drew a middle-aged monk with a sixth-level qi practice, holding a demon pestle in his hand, and nine sandalwood Buddha beads hanging around his neck.

"Bah! When I see your grandfather, I don't kneel down and beg for mercy! Do you have to fight until you vomit blood and step down before you admit defeat?" As soon as the middle-aged monk came to the stage, he pointed at Guo Feng and shouted.

Guo Feng was unmoved, and the Jinwu sword was instantly dispatched, stabbing the middle-aged monk in the throat.

"What a gut!" The middle-aged monk was furious, and he rushed forward instantly with the Vajra Demon Suppression Pestle in his hand, knocking over the Jinwu Sword with one cane.

"Physical cultivation!" Guo Feng was startled. Without leaving his hand, the bloodthirsty vine seeds were thrown out in an instant, and the vines in the sky were like giant pythons winding towards the middle-aged monk.

"Break!" I saw that the middle-aged monk was covered in golden light, like a Buddha's angry King Kong, and the impermeable dance of a demon-subduing pestle was impenetrable, and the bloodthirsty vines were not close at all.

Seeing that the middle-aged monk was getting closer and closer to him, Guo Feng was also secretly anxious, and then his eyes sharpened, and the Glaive Sword, the Black Bone Sword were instantly sacrificed, and the Jinwu Sword was combined into a three-talent sword formation.

As soon as the sword array came out, it immediately attracted a large number of eyes from the audience, one person had three swords, the sword attacked its vital point, plus a trace of heaven and earth aura, the middle-aged monk instantly struggled to support, unspeakably miserable, and after a while, he had been hit by six or seven swords, and the flesh and blood were blurred, but fortunately, the body was strong, and the injury was only a flesh injury, and it did not hurt the root, but the appearance was a little miserable.

"Looking for death!" The middle-aged monk was forced to the edge of the competition platform, and was immediately furious, only to see that he sold a flaw, jumped out of the battle circle, took off the Buddha beads around his neck, and said something in his mouth, and suddenly the entire string of Buddha beads rose into the air, and the golden light was sheng, and a beam of light instantly covered Guo Feng's three flying swords. No matter how Guo Feng urges, it won't help, just stay in the air.

Guo Feng was shocked, and the spiritual power of his whole body surged, "Break!" The three flying swords had a great spiritual light, and the sound of glass breaking suddenly sounded, and the three flying swords suddenly escaped from the entanglement of the Buddha beads and strangled towards the middle-aged monk.

The middle-aged monk was so shocked that he had no choice but to jump off the stage and avoid the blow in a dangerous way.

"Guo Fengsheng!" the referee immediately announced the result. Winners of this competition will receive a healing elixir, which aims to help those injured in the competition recover quickly so that they will not affect the next match.

A total of the top 512 were selected in this competition, followed by the top 256.

After another day, it was Guo Feng's turn to compete, and this time Guo Feng's luck may have run out.

I saw a handsome young monk on the opposite side wearing a python blue robe, a Xuanlong pendant tied around his waist, and his feet were green silk and gold cloud shoes, his demeanor was calm, and his gait was elegant. As soon as he came on stage, he saluted Guo Feng and said, "Wang Lan, an elite disciple of Forget Peak, please give me more advice!" As soon as this person appeared, the female cultivators in the audience screamed.

"Guo Feng, a disciple of the outer sect of Forget Peak, I am glad to meet!" Guo Feng also replied.

"I'm one level higher than you, so let's make the first move!" Wang Lan waved his hand to signal Guo Feng to make the first move.

Guo Feng didn't dare to be careless, and he was not polite, and took the lead in making a move. As soon as he struck, he attacked the strongest three-talent sword formation.

As soon as the Sancai Sword Formation came out, Wang Lan knew that he was careless, but he was not worried, with a pinch of his fingers, a simple and unpretentious flying sword instantly met the Sancai Sword Formation.

As soon as he fought, Guo Feng's face changed instantly. "Top-grade flying sword!"

As soon as he collided at random, Guo Feng felt a strong force coming from the flying sword on the opposite side, and there was no doubt that it must be a top-grade flying sword. Guo Feng didn't dare to fight hard, and immediately took a wandering approach to duel with him.

Wang Lan saw that he couldn't attack for a long time, and suddenly felt that his face was disgraceful, and he shouted, the high-grade flying sword aura Dasheng was about to get rid of the entanglement of the sword array.

Guo Feng was startled, and a handful of bloodthirsty vine seeds poked out of his left hand and threw them towards the opposite side.

Seeing this, Wang Lan also poked out a spirit rune, and the three-grade spirit rune "Fire Dragon Fu" immediately burned Guo Feng's bloodthirsty vine. After the "Fire Dragon Talisman" did not stop, he took out a three-grade spirit talisman "Giant Wood Talisman" and threw it towards Guo Feng, Guo Feng was shocked, and had to sacrifice the Xuan Turtle Shield to block, but unfortunately it could be used for two purposes, this side sacrificed the turtle shield, and the sword array over there suddenly had a gap, and was rushed out by the Pinfei Sword on the opposite side, and slashed towards Guo Feng.

Guo Feng was shocked, at this time, the sword array could not come back in time, Guo Feng had to throw out a bloodthirsty vine seed again, in anticipation of being able to drag the flying sword on the opposite side for a second.

Fortunately, the bloodthirsty vine did not meet expectations, and the sword array once again caught up with the flying sword on the opposite side and fought.

Guo Feng took a sip of the spirit fruit wine, staring at the other side with his eyes, beware of the other party's move again.

Wang Lan saw that he had wasted two third-grade spirit runes in a row and had not yet taken down the other party, and he was suddenly secretly anxious. So he bit the tip of his tongue, and a mouthful of essence blood sprayed on the flying sword, and suddenly the high-grade flying sword was full of spiritual light, and Guo Feng's pressure increased greatly.

Guo Feng's eyes were sharp, he simply withdrew the sword formation, and attacked Wang Lan directly, Wang Lan was happy, and he didn't do defense, and the top-grade flying sword stabbed straight towards Guo Feng.

Suddenly, Wang Lan only felt a sharp pain in the sea of knowledge in his brain, and then a flash of inspiration flashed on his body, and Xuanlong Pei's independent defense was activated instantly, blocking a blow for Wang Lan, and then fell off the stage, and the high-grade flying sword also fell on the competition platform because no one controlled it.

"Guo Fengsheng!" This result is not only unbearable for Wang Lan, but even the audience can't stand it, why is he still having the upper hand one moment and losing the next moment.

"You!" Wang Lan glared at Guo Feng angrily, he was an elite disciple, but he lost to an outer disciple today. So he didn't have the face to stay anymore, and after recalling the flying sword, he turned around and left.

After successfully advancing to the top two hundred and fifty-six, Guo Feng did not feel happy, on the contrary, he felt that the pressure had increased greatly, today's battle can be said to be a combination of means, if he hadn't stabbed the opponent with his divine sense at the last moment, this game would have been lost.

The next competition is to select the top 128 strong, among the 5,000 mid-stage Qi cultivation cultivators, the top 128 strong, you can imagine how difficult it is, this is still 5,000 people with high strength, like those with low strength, they didn't sign up at all.

The next competition has already set up a gambling game, Guo Feng is facing a young monk who also practices qi at the fifth level, and he is also an outer disciple, named Han Mo, it is not easy to win the first few games, so Guo Feng's odds in this game are two to one, and Guo Feng also quietly pressed himself with two thousand spirit stones.

Han Mo is extremely low-key, similar to Guo Feng, dressed in simple gray clothes, with slightly dark skin, seeing Guo Feng, he first saluted, and then took the lead in making a move, and as soon as he made a move, a medium-grade flying sword stabbed Guo Feng's throat.

Guo Feng sacrificed the Xuan Turtle Shield to block, Han Mo had watched Guo Feng's game before, and knew that Guo Feng was powerful, so he no longer hid it, took out a spirit beast bag from his arms, and drilled out a huge centipede from it.

"God! It's a second-grade spirit beast flying centipede! It seems that Guo Feng is going to lose this time, it would be good if he knew to suppress Han Mo!"

Guo Feng's eyes froze, and he couldn't help but glance at the other side again, this person had never used any spirit beasts before, and he only used it at this moment, he was indeed very urban, and he was a talent.

But this is not the time to think about this, the second-grade flying centipede is equivalent to a sixth-layer monk of human qi training, and it can grow to a fourth-grade demon beast with wings on its back, but fortunately, it has not grown wings at this moment, otherwise it will fly in the sky, and this one will not be able to fight.