"Okay, since Senior Brother Gu has said so, then the junior brother agreed. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" The blue-robed man hesitated for a moment, and finally gritted his teeth and agreed.

Gu Xingyun nodded with satisfaction, slapped his waist with one hand, and two more items suddenly flashed in his hand.

A mouthful of red flying sword magic weapons and a small cyan shield.

"In addition, this is a bottle of 'Falling Soul Scatter', colorless and odorless, as long as it is inhaled into the body for a trace, it will not be able to mobilize the true element in the body within three breaths. Put it away as well, and be ready for a rainy day. Suddenly, Gu Xingyun seemed to think of something again, and took out two cyan jade bottles with labels from his arms.

"This ......" Seeing this, the blue-robed man couldn't help but hesitate.

"This Lost Soul is just making it impossible for the monk to mobilize the True Yuan for a while. Moreover, this medicine is extremely difficult to detect, even the ancestor of the Yuan Shen Stage cannot find it. Of course, before using it, the junior brother must take the antidote first, otherwise even the junior brother will be made by this medicine. Hehe, Senior Brother Qin can rest assured that Gu will not make any trouble for himself. Gu Xingyun smiled at the corner of his mouth.

"Okay, thank you Senior Brother Gu for that. After thinking about it, the blue-robed man still took the jade bottle into his hand.

Half a month later, in a certain valley of the Nine Swords Sect, a wide ring with a height of more than ten zhang was built in a circle.

At this time, the treasure light flashed on each ring, and there were two monks who came and went to compete in the fighting methods, and under the ring, there were many monks gathered, some shouting and cheering, their faces full of excitement, and some did not say a word, and paid attention to the fight in the ring with their brows locked.

In the middle of each ring, there was a two-zhang high stand, and several monks watched the fight in the ring with expressionless faces, two middle-aged monks and a black-bearded old man.

In one of the rings, a man in black was resisting the attack of a green-robed monk with a solemn face.

The blue-robed monk controlled the seven flying swords at the same time, and under the flickering golden light, it was not only sharp and abnormal, but also the attack angle was also very tricky.

The man in black urged a cyan flying sword, and he continued to attack without showing weakness, and his body was flexible and weird, and he was able to escape from the many flying sword attacks unharmed, which made the green-robed monk angry.

The man in black was undoubtedly Yuan Fei.

Not to mention, Yuan Fei's luck is really good. The refining of the Linglong Pill was unusually smooth, and in the end, there were as many as five Linglong Pills that were successfully refined.

After Yuan Fei thought about it for a while, he handed over the two Linglong Pills to Chen Qianyun in person, while he kept three for himself.

He did this, naturally, after thinking about it in his heart.

Chen Qianyun's qualifications are excellent, and he wants to take a Linglong Pill to advance successfully. If there are two pieces, it is only a precautionary measure.

But he is different, with his qualifications, I am afraid that the two Linglong Pills will not have much effect at that time, of course, it must be done more prudently.

Although it was only two, it was already very rare for Chen Qianyun, and after receiving the pill in person, he thanked Yuan Fei.

To Yuan Fei's surprise, Chen Qianyun actually learned the news that he participated in the selection of disciples in the sect, and had already prepared a treasure as a reward.

Yuan Fei didn't think about asking Chen Qianyun for any other reward, but with this woman's temper, since she had already taken it out, she wouldn't take it back. Moreover, this selection is very important to him, and one more treasure will naturally give him an extra chance of winning.

So in desperation, after Yuan Fei thanked him, he had no choice but to accept it.

As for the selection of the sect's disciples, it had already started two days ago, and so far, Yuan Fei had already fought against several monks, and the results were naturally needless to say.

However, the further the competition went, the stronger the strength of the disciples who participated in the selection, and only with the strength he was currently showing, he was already very struggling.

And the monk who was fighting with Yuan Fei in front of him was extremely proficient in controlling a set of flying sword spells, if he hadn't used the lightning step method, I am afraid that he would have been injured several times.

In addition, in addition to the constant attacks of the Seven Flying Swords of the Imperial Envoy, the green-robed monk also deliberately released a shield magic weapon of not low grade to protect his body, which can be said to be both offensive and defensive, and it is difficult to have a chance to attack.

After the two were at a stalemate for a while, Yuan Fei's eyes narrowed quietly, and he touched his waist with one hand, and a small pink flag appeared in his hand.

He just shook his wrist slightly, and the surface of the small flag immediately flashed.

The green-robed monk only felt that his eyes lit up, and he immediately said "not good" in his heart, thinking that Yuan Fei was going to use some powerful means, so he hurriedly urged the shield magic weapon to protect his body.

But the strange thing is that the small flag just disappeared in a flash, and it was immediately put away by Yuan Fei, except for the green-robed monk, no one else noticed it at all.

The blue-robed man was puzzled by this, and he didn't know what Yuan Fei was doing, so he was furious in his heart, and the attack became more violent.

But in the eyes of others, these seemingly violent attacks of the blue-robed man were all hit in the empty space without looking.

As for Yuan Fei, he took this opportunity, and after a few flashes, he quickly walked around behind the green-robed monk, just raised his hand and patted it lightly, and the green-robed monk fainted in front of his eyes.

The monks who were watching under the ring couldn't help but show stunned expressions on their faces when they saw this strange scene.

Seeing this, Yuan Fei gave a salute, and then flew out of the ring without saying a word.

Soon, several disciples of the Qi refining period stepped into the ring and carefully carried the green-robed monk down.

Then, after a black-bearded old man in the stands next to him announced the results of the competition, two more monks stepped into the ring and began a fierce competition.

However, many people were afraid of Yuan Fei and were careful to be on guard, for fear that if they met in the next competition, they would have the same fate as the green-robed monk.

But Yuan Fei looked very indifferent, as if what had just happened had never happened. However, he was very satisfied.

The small pink flag he took out before was a gift from Chen Qianyun.

This flag is called the 'Phantom Flag', and it is a high-level magic weapon of the auxiliary type.

Although relatively speaking, the Phantom Banner is of average grade, but it has some incredible effects, and once urged, it emits light that can confuse the monk's mind. However, the premise is that the caster's power must be above the opponent's, and the time for the effect to be effective is extremely short.

Needless to say, Yuan Fei's Yuan Shen power is not inferior to that of a middle-level monk. And with his style, if he solves the opponent, the time is more than enough.

And just as his mind was turning, the battle between the two monks in the ring became more and more intense.

Suddenly, one of the yellow-robed monks was negligent, and was tied up by the chain magic weapon released by the other party, and he struggled desperately a few times, and after seeing that he really couldn't get out, he had no choice but to admit defeat.

After the two competed, a pair of monks stepped into the ring one after another, and in less than half a day, there were only four people left in the arena, and Yuan Fei was naturally among them.

The other three were a young man in a blue robe, a twenty-seven or eighteen-year-old woman in a yellow dress, and a middle-aged monk in his forties.

It's just that among the four, the middle-aged monk had a pale face and a slight bloodstain on the corner of his mouth, as if the previous battle was the result of a lose-lose situation.

After the middle-aged monk coughed lightly, he suddenly clasped his fists at the three monks in the stands and said, "Qi Qi a few uncles, the disciple has just been injured and not lightly, can you breathe for an hour before doing a competition?"

"With your injuries, it will take at least a few days of recuperation to recover, and if you continue to participate in the competition, I am afraid that you will be left with a hidden disease. In this way, how can you say that you have entered the top four now, and Xu Lao Ghost can be regarded as having an explanation, and you don't have to participate in this competition. Hearing this, the black-bearded old man frowned and sighed.

The other two middle-aged monks did not speak, as if they were all headed by the old man with black beard.

"It's... Okay, then the disciple will follow the arrangement of the uncle. The middle-aged monk hesitated for a moment, then replied with a look of regret on his face.

After saying this, the middle-aged monk did not stay for long, and after giving the black-bearded old man a deep salute, he flew away in a flash.

"Uncle Shi, now there are only three of us left, I don't know how to compete?" The woman in the yellow dress glanced at Yuan Fei and the blue-robed man, and said with a flash in her eyes.

"This is not the first time this kind of thing has happened, and the sect naturally has a way to do it. After the black-bearded old man smiled faintly, he suddenly shook his big sleeves to the ground.

Suddenly, a yellow light shot out from it, and disappeared in a flash.

Just when Yuan Fei and the others were puzzled, the ring suddenly shook and intensified.

When Yuan Fei saw this, his heart sank, and he hurriedly flew up.

The woman in the yellow dress and the man in the blue robe also flew out in a panic.

The black-bearded old man was expressionless, his hands quickly pinched the trick a little in the air, and there was a loud "click", and the ring suddenly shattered.

And the next scene surprised Yuan Fei and others.

A rock skull the size of a water tank actually emerged from it, and then grew and condensed rapidly, and in the middle of breathing, a rock giant several feet high appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

The giant was all black and terrifying, and each of them carried a giant hammer the size of a grinding plate in its big fan-like hands, and let out a strange roar.

Seeing this situation, Yuan Fei and the three couldn't help but look at each other.

"This is a second-level high-level rock puppet, with the strength of the late stage of the Rong Yuan. However, the task you're waiting for is not to defeat it, but to get the token on the puppet's chest. The black-bearded old man raised his hand and pointed at the rock giant.

Hearing this, Yuan Fei and the others subconsciously looked in the direction of the black-bearded old man's finger.

I saw a fist-sized groove on the rock giant's chest, and a golden round token was embedded in it.

When several people saw this, their faces couldn't help but become ugly.

Although the rock puppet in front of him has late-stage strength, it is not difficult to defeat it if the three of them work together. But it was even more difficult to remove the token from its chest without destroying the rock golem.

Because in addition to dealing with the rock golems, several people also have to watch out for each other's sneak attacks, and if they are not careful, they may withdraw from the competition.

"Okay, the old man won't say much, whoever can complete the task, the quota of the nine factions will be his. Let's start the competition. After the black-bearded old man said a few words, he stopped caring about Yuan Fei and the others, and returned to the stands in a flash, looking lively casually.

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