After resting on Lingfeng for a day, early in the morning, Fang Yan went out full of energy and ran to participate in the second round of the drawing of lots. After a few days of competition, the first round was over, although half of the monks were eliminated, but there were still close to two thousand left, and there were too many monks participating in the mid-level competition of the foundation building.

After the start of the Fighting Law Conference, the number of people who came here to watch the competition increased day by day, and despite the strict control of the sect, many disciples still managed to sneak in and watch this rare Fighting Law event. At this time, the battle began to become fierce, and the disciples who had reservations in the previous round were afraid that they would have to show some real skills, and the Dharma Fighting Conference began to get better.

Whether it was the disciples who participated in the competition or the monks who came here to watch the excitement, as the competition deepened, their emotions rose. In the second round of the competition, the order of dialects on the field was exactly in the middle, not forward or backward, and when it was his turn to take the stage, it was almost dusk, and a remnant sun penetrated the dark and dull clouds and shone on the ring.

More than ten years have passed since the Great Tribulation, and there have been slow but profound changes in the heavens and the earth, the demonic energy is dissipating, and the spiritual energy will slowly return. It is said that some spiritual sites have appeared in some places, but it will take a long time to restore the same situation as in South Vietnam.

After Fang Yan came to the stage, he found that he was no longer as lucky as last time, and the opponent in front of him was a disciple of the sixth layer of the foundation building, who seemed to be quite well-known in the sect, and there were many fans who seemed to be him on the sidelines, and they came to cheer for him.

In a corner of the audience, Su Yanping appeared in the crowd in a dodge. This kid still doesn't give up, he always wants to see the embarrassed appearance of the dialect, and he is not the only one who came this time, there are two other people, who may also be disciples of the Su family.

A deacon stood in the middle of the ring and loudly announced the names of the two disciples who participated in the competition, and then shouted an order, and the second competition in the dialect officially began.

His opponent was an inner disciple named Zhu Lun. The man looked to be in his twenties. The features of his appearance are very obvious, with a head of crystal clear silver hair, a cold face, stiff lines on his face, and a burst of evil aura that cannot be concealed all over his body.

"Senior Brother Fang. Shoot, use your best means. "Facing a dialect that is two levels lower than himself. Zhu Lun didn't say anything polite, he took out the spiritual weapon first, and raised his hand to be a black shield, protecting his body. I thought I had done my homework before I came, and I heard about the power of the Shadowless Sword in the dialect, so I prepared in advance.

Then a slender blue flying sword appeared in his hand again, and without a moment's pause, he shook his hand again, and flew diagonally towards Fang Yan. As soon as he made a move, it showed that this person's skills in the imperial envoy spirit weapon were really good. The movements were skillful and the handling was just right, and many people on the field immediately echoed and applauded.

Judging from the scene, Fang Yan's cultivation is much lower than him, and there are almost no people who are optimistic about Fang Yan on the sidelines, although he can reach the second round, his strength must not be low. But his opponent seems to be much stronger, and even the Qingluan and the others in the audience secretly sweat for him.

Fang Yan didn't answer, in the face of such a strong hand, he no longer used low-level artifacts to tempt, and raised his hand to resist the Blood Divine Sword, only to see the blood light of this superb magic weapon flashing, and went straight to the slender flying sword of the other party. casually spoke in front of the demon shield again. When encountering this kind of old bird, it is better to be cautious and guard yourself first so as not to lose.

It seems that this person has already prepared for the Shadowless Sword, and the dialect is temporarily put down, this is not the best time for this spirit weapon to be struck.

There was a crisp sound of "dang", and two flying swords of different colors met in mid-air. The results were a big surprise. Zhu Lun's blue flying sword barely resisted for a moment, and it was knocked away, but the Blood God Sword continued to castrate, flying straight towards this person, and then crashed into the black shield, making a muffled "bang" sound.

"Senior Brother Fang turned out to be a demon cultivator? No, it's a dual cultivation of spirit and demons, no wonder he will be valued by Senior Shan and included in the sect. Only then did Zhu Lun glance at Fang Yan movingly, changing his previous somewhat arrogant and cold expression, and Fang Yan became solemn unconsciously.

Thinking about the fact that he was accepted into the sect by Shan Gufeng, there are already many people in the sect who know about it, and there may be many people who are haunted by Fang Yan's luck. Although Shan Gufeng's words and deeds seemed a little crazy, this legendary figure in the sect made some disciples yearn for it, no matter what the reason, worshipping under such a big man would definitely be beneficial to their own cultivation.

When they heard that Shan Gufeng, who had always been very strict in choosing disciples, had recently accepted a personal disciple, and it was a new disciple who didn't know what luck he had taken, many people were extremely unconvinced by this, and this person might be one of them.

"So what, even if Senior Brother has the treasures given by Senior Brother, Senior Brother I am not afraid, I just have a competition with you today to see if Senior Brother Fang is worthy of his old man's love. Zhu Lun said loudly, then beckoned the blue flying sword into his hand and put it away distressedly. With just a short blow, the flying sword was slightly damaged by the Blood God Sword of the Dialect.

Then he used his shield to resist the attack of the Blood God Sword, and then took out another brown gourd and threw it into the air. The brown gourd immediately became the size of a zhang, and a gust of wind rolled out from it, accompanied by a stream of black fine sand, which continued to fly out of it, and the wind and sand in the ring suddenly became fierce.

Such a gourd-shaped spiritual weapon is rare, and it is even more rare that it can accommodate such a strange thing, and the dialect has no time to think about it, and instantly concludes that this wind and sand must not be simple, and it is even difficult to say that it is poisonous.

How dare such a dialect try it with his body, and then took out his own yellow smoke gourd, and threw it into the air, and then a thick smoke spewed out of it. Two strange gourds, one emitted black fine sand and a violent wind, and the other emitted billowing yellow smoke to cover the sky, and the ring was suddenly filled with black smoke and miasma, and the people around could not see the situation inside, and the scene was extremely chaotic.

Seeing that Fang Yan also used an equally strange gourd to resist his attack, Zhu Lun was slightly stunned, and then secretly rejoiced in his heart. The scene was so chaotic, but he thought it was very beneficial to himself, because it was difficult to do it now, and the ring with a radius of dozens of feet was already filled with sand and stone smoke, and he couldn't even open his eyes.

If you want to continue to fight, I'm afraid you have to rely on your divine sense, Zhu Lun's cultivation is two layers higher than dialect, and I think that my divine sense will also have a big advantage over him, just so that he can take advantage of the chaos to attack.

I saw that he suddenly took out another thing, but it was a magic weapon Xiao Ding, and then he urged, while desperately dodging and defending against the attack of the Blood God Sword, he threw Xiao Ding towards Fang Yan. Xiao Ding just entered the air, and then he spun around, and when he landed, he became a big ding, flying straight to the top of Fang Yan's head.

But how did he know that Fang Yan's divine sense was not inferior to him, and when he made a move, Fang Yan had already noticed it, although it was a little strange why he would choose a magic weapon, it seemed that no one in the foundation building monk would use such a low-level artifact.

However, looking at the expression on his face, he didn't dare to despise this Dading dialect, his body retreated sharply, and then quietly moved towards the other party, preparing to take advantage of the chaos to release the Shadowless Sword, this spiritual weapon was just right for use in such a chaotic scene.

The two of them moved their bearings in the ring, dodging each other's attacks and thinking about how to deliver the winning blow to each other. The attack of the Blood God Sword of Fang Yan was extremely sharp, and Zhu Lun wanted to urge the magic weapon to attack, but he had to temporarily press the edge. Fang Yan wanted to use the Shadowless Sword to sneak attack, looking for the best moment to strike, and avoiding the possible attack of this big ding, so he simply chased after him and ran around the ring.

After only a while, Zhu Lun finally discovered that Fang Yan's divine sense was not lower than his own, and Fang Cai's every move had long been watched by him, as evidenced by the Blood God Sword that followed him closely. At this moment, he was greatly surprised in his heart, this monk who had only built the fourth layer of the foundation was really not to be underestimated, and he had to release his killing weapon now.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of hundreds of spells suddenly poured out from the tripod, and this magic weapon tripod turned out to be a talisman tripod, with hundreds of talismans sealed inside, and it was released in an instant, although it was only a magic weapon, so powerful was no worse than those powerful spiritual weapons. And although these talismans are all low-level talismans, they are very numerous, just like a hundred spells attacking at the same time, similar to the rune array of dialects.

actually used a talisman to attack, so this person is also a talisman maker, at least he should be rough in the way of talismans, this is really an opponent. Looking at these overwhelming talismans, Fang Yan was already difficult to dodge, he simply stopped, raised his hand and sent out dozens of talismans to attack the past, only to hear a rumbling sound from the ring in the chaos, but he couldn't see what was happening.

"I can't deal with you like this, such a subtle talisman attack, a good Senior Brother Fang, it really impresses Senior Brother. Zhu Lun couldn't help but be a little angry, he didn't expect that the strength of the dialect was so strong, and he was also broken by him by such a means, you must know that this is a big secret hand that he carefully prepared for this fighting law conference.

Fang Yan's heart moved slightly, it seems that he has long been noticed by people with intentions, but they don't know their true combat strength, thinking that after this battle, many people will see his methods, and even study his tactics, which is extremely unfavorable for his future competition.

But now it's better to win this game first, it's useless to think about anything else, and your hole cards don't stop there, anyone who dares to underestimate him will suffer a big loss.

Senior Brother Zhu also impressed the junior brother, but he didn't expect the senior brother to know the way of talismans, and he also made such a subtle talisman, which really made the junior brother admire. The dialect replied.

"Hmph, why should Senior Brother Fang be stupid, Senior Brother still has something here, I didn't want to use it now, I wanted to use it again in the key sessions in the future, but I didn't expect to be forced out by Senior Brother today, Senior Brother Fang is really a good means. In this way, you and I don't have to compare anything else, if this treasure is also broken by the junior brother, the senior brother has nothing to say, just admit defeat. Do you agree?"

Zhu Lun suddenly said to Fang Yan, I don't know why he thought this, maybe the dialect made him feel a little unfathomable, or maybe he was a little shaken about whether he could win, and even thought about making a move with Fang Yan. Fang Yan thought for a while, and resolutely nodded in agreement, but to see what more powerful means this person had, Fang Yan seemed to have a lot of confidence in himself. (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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