In the early morning three days later, the main peak of Yunmeng, which had always been deserted, was bustling, and nearly two hundred monks of Yunmeng Sect gathered in the square.

The great competition between the sects once in 30 years is finally about to begin.

There was a long stone table on the stone steps in front of the main hall, and many of the four infant elders sat behind the table.

On the stone table was a square black wooden box with a small hole in the lid, just the size of a human hand to reach into. About forty or fifty monks from the early and middle stages of the spirit seed lined up in a line, walked to the wooden box one by one, reached out and took out a wooden plaque from the wooden box, and handed it to a red-faced Jindan monk next to him. Li Zhe was also at the back of the line.

When it was Li Zhe's turn, he first saluted the four Supreme Elders, then took out a wooden plaque from the wooden box and glanced at it, with a number thirty-two written on it, and finally respectfully handed it to the red-faced monk.

The first thing to hold is the big competition of the early and middle stage monks of the spirit seed, and the big competition of the late stage of the spirit seed monks, which is ranked last.

All participating monks had to find a number plate from the wooden box to determine their number. With the numbering, the order of the fighting method is clear, one against two, three against four, and so on until sixty-three against sixty-four.

This wooden box is made of special materials, which can isolate the entry of the divine sense, and no one should try to cheat. Of course, under the gaze of the four Yuan Infant Monks, no one had the courage to do anything.

Turning around, Li Zhe happened to see Xu Xiangrui waving to him, and Xu Jinjie and Zhong Ling'er were standing next to him.

After Zhong Ling'er left sadly last time, she didn't have contact with Li Zhe for a year.

Later, she found out that things were not as she thought, and under the persuasion of Xu's uncle and nephew, she started moving again.

Li Zhe hurriedly walked to their side and asked, "Two Senior Brother Xu, Senior Sister Zhong, what is your number?"

After some hustle, Li Zhe learned that Zhong Ling'er was the eighth, Xu Xiangrui was the thirteenth, and Xu Jinjie was the twenty-second.

Li Zhe secretly breathed a sigh of relief, these numbers were far away from him, and there was no crisis for the time being.

Li Zhe is not interested in rewards, but he has a reason to win, and he can't give in if he encounters them.

When all the monks who participated in the battle had obtained their numbers, the red-faced monk waved his hand, and four white lights came out of his hands and landed on the square, forming four rings side by side.

"In extraordinary times, everything is simple. This time, the competition is as short as possible, so the rules are a little different from the previous ones. All the disciples who participated in the big competition were paired up according to the number, No. 1 and No. 2 in the ring in the northeast corner, No. 3 and No. 4 in the northwest corner, No. 5 and No. 6 in the southeast corner, and No. 7 and No. 8 in the southwest corner. After the winner or loser of any ring is decided, the next group of disciples immediately ascends to the vacated ring and fights. The time limit for each group of fighting methods is half an hour, and those who are seriously injured and unconscious, take the initiative to admit defeat, and are knocked out of the ring are considered negative. If the winner is not determined within half an hour, the side with the lower level of cultivation wins. The winner advances to the next round, and the loser is eliminated directly. The red-faced monk explained the rules of the contest in one breath.

As soon as this rule came out, there was a lot of discussion below. Most of the monks in the early stages of the spirit seed were happy, and this rule was in their favor. It was a bit difficult for them to defeat the monks in the middle stage of the spirit seed, but if they only held out for half an hour, there was much hope.

"The hour is not early, please draw the disciples from the first to the eighth to go to the ring. ”

The red-faced monk didn't give everyone much time to think about it, and directly announced that Dabi had begun.

The four of them came to the ring in the southwest corner, and Zhong Linger jumped to the ring, waiting for her opponent to appear.

A figure flew out of the crowd under the ring and landed opposite Zhong Ling'er.

Seeing this person, Zhong Ling'er's face changed greatly, and she shook her head secretly.

Opposite her stood a long-faced man with a curved eagle hooked nose that was very eye-catching, it was Nangong Ming.

After a few years of not seeing, Nangong Ming's cultivation has reached the peak of the middle stage of the spirit seed, and half of his feet have entered the late stage of the spirit seed.

There is a big gap in the strength of the two sides, and Zhong Ling'er's luck is really a little bad.

Zhong Ling'er smiled and said, "Please give me more advice, Senior Brother Nangong." ”

Nangong Ming came forward to mediate the dispute between the Zhong and Hu families over the medicine mountain, but was forced to retreat by Li Zhe, who regarded it as a great shame.

As the initiator of this matter, Nangong Ming is also very limited to Zhong Ling'er.

He replied with a blank face: "Don't waste time, make a move." ”

In front of everyone's eyes, Nangong Ming didn't give any face, Zhong Ling'er was also a little angry, and directly sacrificed the snow and dust, and turned a long whip towards Nangong Ming.

Nangong Ming showed a contemptuous smile on his face, stretched out two fingers of his right hand, and pointed in the air.

With a thud, a strip of electric light about a foot long and as thick as an arm shot out from his finger dust, and the snow drifted straight into the dust.

The electric light turned into an electric snake wrapped around the long whip that the snow and dust had turned into.

Under the strangulation of electric light, the long whip gradually shrank, revealing the original form of dust.

Zhong Ling'er made a move and took the dust back into his hand.

The remaining electric light shot directly at Zhong Ling'er, and she shook the dust handle in her hand, and countless white silks quickly weaved into a delicate large net to block the electric light.

The electric photonics is reduced to zero, and hundreds of electric needles as thin as a hair are pierced into the large net, and if you want to find the tiny mesh, drill through.

Zhong Ling'er drove the mana, and a thin layer of ice appeared on the surface of the white net, making the electroacupuncture inactive.

After a small sound, hundreds of electro needles crashed into the ice floe and became invisible.

Receiving the powerful mana impact of the electric light, Zhong Ling'er took a few steps back.

Nangong Ming repelled Zhong Ling'er's high-grade magic weapon attack with his bare hands, and the strength and weakness of the two were clear at a glance.

There was nothing to do, Zhong Ling'er was ready to put away the dust and admit defeat directly.

Unexpectedly, Nangong Ming didn't mean to let her get out of the way at all.

Amid the exclamations of the onlookers, Nangong Ming sacrificed his secret electric sword.

Before the exclamation fell, the electric sword turned into a length of a few feet, with a dazzling electric light, and struck Zhong Ling'er in front of him.

The speed was so fast that Zhong Ling'er was not allowed to dodge at all.

Zhong Ling'er is also soft on the outside and rigid on the inside, seeing that Nangong Ming is so aggressive, he doesn't admit defeat.

Although she knew that she was invincible, she still held aloft the white light and the silk net, facing the electric sword.

The electric sword pierced into the wire mesh with the momentum of thunder, and the wire mesh quickly inverted to consume the power of the electric sword, and then tried to fight back.

Nangong Ming is also a battle-hardened battle, how could she not see her thoughts.

As soon as his mind moved, the electric sword suddenly exploded, and countless bolts of lightning exploded in the wire mesh.

The silk mesh was simply unable to withstand it, and it collapsed in an instant, dispersing into countless scattered white silks, and the powerful electric light took the opportunity to invade Zhong Ling'er's body.

Hit by this heavy blow, Zhong Linger took dozens of steps back and directly fell off the ring.

Nangong Ming did this, on the one hand, to avenge the last revenge, and on the other hand, to take Zhong Ling'er to stand up. Among the new disciples, Zhong Ling'er is a new star second only to Li Zhe and Du Hairong, and he is also a well-known figure among the disciples in the early stage of the spirit seed. Such a person is vulnerable under Nangong Ming's hands, and if the disciples of other early stage of the spirit seed encounter him again, they will have to weigh their own weight.

This result made Nangong Ming very satisfied, and he withdrew the electric sword in time to avoid really hurting Zhong Ling'er.

The electric light in his body was vertical and horizontal, and his breath was chaotic, and Zhong Ling'er couldn't move for the time being.

If you fall straight under the ring like this, the person will lose a lot.

Fortunately, Li Zhe had already comprehended the power of this electric sword, and knew that Zhong Ling'er would not be Nangong Ming's opponent, so he had already prepared.

He stepped forward and helped Zhong Ling'er adjust his posture without a trace, landing on his feet.

At the same time, his powerful aura entered Zhong Ling'er's body, dispersing the electric light.

Nangong Ming's strength is much stronger than Zhong Ling'er, and he could have easily forced Zhong Ling'er to admit defeat or knock him out of the ring, but he wanted to use this kind of way that was almost insulting, of course Li Zhe couldn't look at it.

His eyes erupted with fire and he asked angrily: "Competing with the same sect, Senior Brother Nangong has already gained the upper hand, why did he do so well?"

Nangong Ming didn't care, and replied indifferently: "Is Senior Sister Zhong injured? Then I didn't break the door rules, so why not. ”

Such an attitude completely angered Li Zhe, and he had to fight again, but Zhong Ling'er, who had eased up, pulled him back, and said to Nangong Mingrou in the ring: "Senior Brother Nangong's guidance, Ling'er has been of infinite use, and he will definitely repay him in the future." ”

After speaking, she turned around and walked out of the crowd, Li Zhe couldn't wait to quarrel with Nangong Ming anymore, and hurriedly followed.

Looking at Zhong Ling'er, whose hair was scattered and her face was as pale as paper, Li Zhe asked lovingly, "Senior Sister Zhong, have you been injured?" Senior Brother has a healing elixir here. ”

Zhong Ling'er shook her head and said, "How could I be injured." How could Nangong Ming be so stupid, if the sect deliberately injured the opponent in the big competition, he would not only be disqualified, but also severely punished by the door rules. ”

"Victory or defeat is a common thing in soldiers, and Senior Sister Zhong doesn't have to take it to heart. Thirty years later, there is still a comeback. ”

Li Zhe knew that Zhong Ling'er had a very strong personality, and he was afraid that she wouldn't be able to see it, so he persuaded carefully.

"Senior Brother Li is too worried, so Senior Sister Zhong won't take it to heart. In the previous sect competitions, very few monks in the early stage of the spirit seed entered the top four. We discussed it with Senior Sister Zhong before. This time I participated in the big competition, just to gain insight and accumulate some experience for 30 years later. Xu Xiangrui said with a smile.

Zhong Ling'er also smiled and said, "The three of us have mediocre qualifications, so we don't think about winning this time." Only you, Senior Brother Li, can hope to win the qualification to enter the Yin and Yang Secret Realm. If you meet Nangong Ming, don't forget to help me teach him a lesson. ”

"Senior sister has won the prize, Nangong Ming's cultivation has reached the peak of the middle stage of the spirit seed, and the realm is too high for me, I am not sure to win at all. Saying this, Li Zhe made up his mind in his heart, if he had the opportunity to win against Shangnangong Ming, he would definitely embarrass him.

Dabi proceeded in an orderly manner, and soon it was the turn of Xu's uncle and nephew. I don't know if it's because of the frustrating words I just said, and it's bad luck, their opponents are all senior brothers in the middle stage of the spirit seed. The journey of the two of them stopped there.