When all the matches in the first round are decided, the winner will be disrupted again, and the order of the matchups will be determined by drawing lots again, and the rule will still be the same for all the next matches, as long as they lose, they will be eliminated. To claim the final spot, you must win six games in a row to make the final 64-man squad.

Even then, a spot is still not secured, and one final challenge is still needed to be won, against the loser in the sixth match. The winner of the sixth contest will be selected by any disciple in the loser's group, and only one game will be played, and the winner will still win the place, and the loser will get nothing.

The rules of the competition are generally fair, but of course there is an element of luck involved. If someone is unlucky, they will encounter relatively weak opponents along the way, and maybe they can get lucky enough to break into the 64-man squad with ordinary strength, but there is still one last challenge match waiting for him, and it is difficult to say whether he can break through. But if this person is unlucky, he will meet a strong opponent in the first round, and he can only sigh that his fate is not good.

In the afternoon of the next day, in the order of appearance, it was finally the turn of the dialects. Under a ring slightly closer to the periphery, Fang Yan waited there early, while Qingluan and Su Yanqing accompanied him, making a special trip to cheer him on.

The deacon who was waiting for the stage to preside over the competition, announced the disciples who had finished the competition, and Fang Yan walked to the stage with a calm face. Suddenly, he felt a strange gaze behind him staring at him, and he couldn't help but look back, and in the crowd he found a pair of flickering eyes, full of indescribable resentment.

When I looked closely, it was Su Yanping, who lost to myself in the battle for the peak, and for some reason I also came here, and when I saw Fang Yan looking back at him, he subconsciously dodged to the side. Fang Yan suddenly sneered in his heart, thinking that he had come specially to see his embarrassed appearance after defeat, because his cultivation was still the third layer of foundation building, and he was not qualified to participate in this Dharma Fighting Conference.

However, in a few years, the dialect actually advanced to the middle stage of foundation building. In addition to jealousy, I am afraid that this person has more ill intentions in his heart. He knew that the dialect had not been promoted for a long time, no matter how strong his strength was, how could he compare to those monks of the same rank who had been polishing in the mid-stage realm for a long time, so he waited to see the dialect being cleaned up and get out of the evil breath in his heart.

At this time, the two ladies of the dialect invariably made gestures of encouragement to him. Fang Yan nodded and calmly walked up the steps. Walk to the ring. Suddenly a snorting voice came from behind him: "Husband, you will win!", so that Fang Yan almost stumbled and rolled down the steps.

Needless to say, this is a good thing done by Su Yanqing, and I don't know where this girl learned the weird tone, not only is the dialect very unaccustomed to listening, but everyone on the sidelines also showed a strange expression, which made the dialect's originally grand first appearance become full of banter.

But the luck of the dialect is not bad. The opponent he met in the first battle didn't seem to be strong, and his cultivation was the same as him, and he was also a fourth-layer foundation. In this Dharma Fighting Conference, the cultivation of the two of them is the existence of the lowest level, and they are not favored by others, and most people's attention is on those sixth-layer peak monks who have built the foundation, and they are only one foot away from entering the late stage of foundation building. It is the most powerful being in this class.

The opponent in front of him was a fair-skinned round-faced monk, who looked to be in his thirties, wearing a cyan robe, and because of his somewhat pleasing appearance, even if his face was tense, his expression was still difficult to show seriousness. Seeing that the cultivation of the two of them in the ring was so low. Everyone in the audience suddenly became interested, and this competition was probably nothing to look at.

"Speaking below, dare to ask the Dao brother's surname. Fang Yan hugged his fists and said, this person is not wearing the clothes of a disciple of the sect, maybe he is a child of a nearby family.

"Don't dare, under Liu Sheng, a disciple of the Liu family in Qingyuan City. Please ask Fang Daoyou for advice. After all, this is just a competition, and it is not a life-and-death duel between the two, so it is natural to say a few words about the scene.

"Don't dare to be, Liu Daoyou, I'm going to make a move. Fang Yan snorted softly, and a spirit weapon flying sword appeared in his hand. This was the medium-grade spirit weapon flying sword that he used to use before, and most of the time after that it was only used to fly, and this time the fighting method was taken out, and he didn't want to use all his combat power at the beginning.

Liu Sheng didn't dare to slack off when he saw this, looking at the costume of the dialect, he knew that he was a personal disciple of the Qingyuan Sect, although his cultivation was similar, he should not be underestimated. As soon as Liu Shengfu made a move, it was two spiritual weapons, one offensive and one defensive, a long sword shining with white light, and the other cyan shield, the grade was also a medium-grade spiritual weapon, but this approach was more cautious.

Both sides did not rush to attack at the beginning, but just tested each other with the long swords in their hands, and after a few rounds, there was a clanging in the ring, but everyone in the stands was drowsy. Fang Yan also tentatively attacked several times, but Liu Sheng seemed much more cautious, and when he came up, he defended with all his might, and he didn't even have the posture of attacking.

After a few boring rounds, it was Liu Sheng who took the lead in changing his moves, only to see that he did not take out any spiritual weapons, but added some movements in his hands, and pinched out a series of tricks. Immediately, a mist condensed in front of him, and in an instant, it turned into dozens or hundreds of water arrows, suddenly flying upward, and then sinking sharply towards Fang Yan.

Unexpectedly, this person turned out to be a Dharma cultivator, which is rare among monks in the foundation building period. Usually, magic cultivation is more popular among monks in the Qi refining period, but when it comes to cultivation in the foundation building period, the fit between spells and spiritual weapons becomes extremely close, and the power of using spells with spiritual weapon attacks is also much stronger than pure spells, and magic cultivation gradually no longer becomes the mainstream among high-level monks.

Looking at the water attribute spell attack cast by this person, it was quite subtle, thinking that he had put a lot of effort into the study of spells, and his movements were extremely skillful, and he sent out an attack between the clouds and water. This hand also made Fang Yan secretly admire, this person's attainments in spells were far from being comparable to himself, and the momentum of this water arrow technique was not small, and in the blink of an eye, countless water arrows flew towards him rapidly.

However, Fang Yan is still not in a hurry, maybe other people don't have many ways to deal with magic cultivation, and can only use the hard top of the spiritual weapon, but he can use the power of the talisman to spell against spell, and he doesn't need to consume his own mana. I saw that several talismans suddenly flew out of the sleeve of his left hand, turned into several fire dragons in the blink of an eye, and then merged together in mid-air, converging into a huge pillar of fire, and swooped towards the large water arrows that rushed towards him.

Water and fire intersected, and a chaotic "beep beep" sound immediately sounded in the field, and then a large area of water mist evaporated, and the two people in the ring seemed to be in the clouds. The scene looked a little lively, and it was better than the chaotic clash of swords before.

The hand attack of the dialect is also not low, and the talisman can be controlled freely after the talisman is activated. Obviously, only Fu Xiu could do it, and no other monk could be as skilled as Fang Yan. On the other side, Liu Sheng's eyes couldn't help but stare at him, the last thing Fa Xiu wanted to encounter was Fu Xiu, who also cast a spell attack, but Fu Xiu didn't need to spend much mana, and after a long fight, he naturally took advantage of it.

But Liu Sheng didn't have much to do, and the family's children already had limited resources. With the subtlety of his magic skills, he has defeated many strong enemies. can meet a rune cultivator who is also good at spell attacks, and can only rely on the changes of his own spells to defeat the enemy, hoping that the talisman of the dialect has only a few attributes, after all, the production of intermediate talismans is not easy.

Then he saw Liu Sheng's mana turn all over his body, and a faint yellow light emanated from his body, and soon dozens of huge rocks suddenly appeared in front of him, Liu Sheng's speed of changing the type of spell attack was extremely fast, which showed that his mastery of spells was almost perfect. However, the dialect did not want to be consumed like this anymore, and tried to do so. Fang Yan had already seen his hypocrisy and was ready to end this competition earlier.

I saw that he casually sent out several runes, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into huge balls of thunder light, which were several thunder stone runes he made to resist the opponent's earth-attribute spell attacks. Then Fang Yan's right hand shook lightly with a very small movement, and quietly released his shadowless sword, still reminding him in his mouth: "Liu Daoyou." Be careful. ”

But Fang Yan's reminder was obviously mistaken by him, thinking that Fang Yan was asking him to be careful of these talismans, so he hurriedly pinched the trick with both hands, and after a while, three huge earthen walls appeared in front of him. The huge thunderball in the field slammed into the huge rock. There was a loud rumbling sound, and the ring shook for a while.

Although the scene of the spell attack is not as exciting as the use of spiritual weapons, it also has its own excitement to watch, and the people outside the field cheered up and watched the fighting methods of the two. At this moment, he saw that Fang Yan suddenly dodged and took a few steps back, and then stopped. He also recalled the flying sword in his hand, and stood in place for a long time, as if he was not ready to make another move.

Everyone in the audience was confused, not understanding why the dialect was suddenly like this, Liu Sheng was stunned for a moment, the two were fighting fiercely, why did the dialect stop halfway. When he looked at Fang Yan hesitantly, not knowing if he was going to make another move, a voice came from above his head: "This competition is over, Fang Yan wins." ”

Seeing Liu Sheng's dazed face, the voice continued: "Liu Sheng, take a look behind you, if you fight for life and death, your life is already in danger at this moment." ”

At this time, Liu Sheng reacted, and his divine sense swept behind him, only to see an extremely thin thin flying sword a few feet behind him, and only then did he slowly reveal his true face. I don't know when I came to his vest, I didn't even notice it, if I wanted to take his life, I was only in the palm of my hand, and I was shocked into a cold sweat.

At this moment, he knew that the dialect was not only powerful, but also such a mysterious murder weapon.

"Thank you Fang Daoyou for your mercy and convincing. Liu Sheng said helplessly, what can be done if his skills are not as good as others.

"Accept and concede, Liu Daoyou's magic power is only seen in the next life, thank you Liu Daoyou for giving in. Fang Yan hurriedly replied politely, and the two of them exchanged a few more polite words before they both walked out of the ring. And the people on the sidelines saw it clearly at this time, and many people looked at Fang Yan with a surprised face, Su Yanping lowered his head at this moment, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The first game was easily won, and the means were not exposed much, which greatly satisfied Fang Yan, and Qingluan and the others also came forward to congratulate him. The two naturally know that there are still a lot of dialects left, and the next competition will be more intense, I hope he can go all the way.

On the way back to Lingfeng, Su Yanqing said with a little dissatisfaction: "Fang Yan, you are still too abrasive, and you have too many scheming, if I would have used that shadowless sword a long time ago, why do I need to test it for so long." Obviously, his strength is far superior to him, and he could have ended the fighting method a long time ago, but he is still thinking about it in his heart, you are a person, you are just not real. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )

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