Entering the fifth round, among the thousands of disciples who participated in the mid-stage foundation building level competition, only 255 remained, less than 10% of the original, which shows the fierce competition. The disciples who can stay are almost all equipped with unique skills, and many of them are genius disciples who have been famous for a long time in the sect, otherwise it would be difficult to get to the present in this cruel competition.

Among these people, almost all of them are cultivating at the sixth level of the foundation, and only the dialect is the fourth layer of the foundation, and it looks very abrupt standing in the crowd. And looking at the clothes of more than 200 people, most of them are disciples of the inner sect, there are only two disciples of the outer sect, but there is only one poor disciple left in the family, and they are not all disappointed.

It seems that the sect decided to open the door at the beginning, so that all eligible monks can participate in the Dharma Fighting Conference, giving everyone an equal opportunity, although the starting point is good, but the cultivation level of the outer sect and the family, as well as the qualifications of the disciples themselves, is difficult to compare with the Qingyuan Inner Sect, and such a result may have been expected by the organizers.

In fact, if you want to talk about accidents, dialect can be regarded as an out-and-out accident, participating in this fighting law conference, at the beginning, only a few people such as the ancestor of the Su family were optimistic about him, and the vast majority of people did not pay too much attention to him. After all, whether it is the gap in cultivation or the length of cultivation time in the sect, the dialect should be attributed to the lonely and nameless people, and participating in the Dharma Fighting Conference is just a matter of coming here for a while.

You must know that just two years ago, Fang Yan was still a down-and-out casual cultivator, and it was reluctant to enter the outer sect, and I didn't know what luck I had taken, and I became a disciple of my own lineage. Since then, he has been inconspicuous in the sect, and he has never heard of any extremely outstanding performances, and few people in the sect know him.

Despite the impressive performance of Fang Yan this time, most people still think that his road to promotion will end here, and they are still not optimistic that he can make the final 64 squad. At this time, there is no one who can still stand here, and it is extremely difficult to go further.

Today's draw was sparsely drawn, far less crowded than it had been earlier, and everyone stood in place with different expressions. No one spoke, quietly waiting for the draw to begin. Since there is an odd number of people entering the fifth round, there will be people who will get lucky with a bye and go directly to the sixth round to participate in the final competition.

Needless to say, everyone wants to be the one who gets the lottery, but that has to be lucky enough. Wait until the draw is made. There was a ridiculous scene at the scene, and some people actually had words in their mouths before the lottery. To the effect that he prayed that he would draw the bye on the lottery, it was funny.

But luck really didn't come from asking for it, the disciple with a pious face didn't win the lottery, but was taken away by a female cultivator who couldn't see his expression. The female disciple had a black veil on her face, and she looked a little mysterious, and when the results of the draw were announced, the female cultivator immediately left the place lightly, still unable to see her expression clearly.

Fang Yan did not have such good luck, on the contrary, he was less lucky than the previous two rounds. It was in this round of competition that he met a hard hand. Not to mention the opponent's cultivation, the combat power is also much higher than the few people he met before, the spirit weapon is already good, and he also manipulates a pair of iron-armored humanoid puppets, and the attack and defense are quite orderly, so the combat power is doubled.

The most headache for dialects. It is still a spiritual weapon shaped like spider silk by this person, which can capture other people's treasures, and even monks can be restrained, and if one is not guarded, it may be hit. What's more, this person has a lot of experience in fighting methods, and he may have been practicing outside for a long time, and his personality is very tenacious. He has become the most difficult opponent since the dialect fighting conference.

The final result of this battle was that the dialect won with difficulty, but it also forced the dialect hole cards to be exhausted, and it was a puppet beast and a demon pet, and in the end, it was still relied on the power of the spiritual fire to eliminate it after a vicious fight. The only thing that made him feel fortunate was. The natal spirit talisman was not exposed, and he tried to cast it several times during the competition, sending out a winning blow, but he forcibly suppressed it.

But the performance of the dialect of this battle once again made people recognize his strength, this disciple who seemed to be the lowest cultivation, his strength was already unpredictable. After several competitions, almost every game has amazing means, and at this critical moment, there are still backhands popping up, and I don't know how many strong hands he has hidden.

It was only at this time that many people focused their attention on the dialect, and it was also an extremely interesting thing to think about a disciple who had built the fourth layer of the foundation and won a place among many strong hands. It was also after this competition that dialects gradually became a common topic of conversation among the public.

After two days of rest, the sixth round of the mid-level foundation of the Doufa Conference officially began on this day. Due to the relatively small number of people participating in the later stage of the foundation building competition, it had all ended as early as the first two days, and only their level was still going on in the entire Doufa Conference, which inadvertently became the highlight of the final finale of the conference.

At this time, only 64 of the 128 people standing in the audience will be able to participate in the Eight Grand Competitions, and whether or not they can experience the highest level of competition in South Vietnam depends on their own strength today and whether they can get a ticket to get there.

The winner will be decided here today, and the 64 matches of the sixth round will be played at the same time in the morning, all at once. In the afternoon, the losing side in the morning will have an opportunity to challenge any of the 64 winners, and there will be only one chance to lose again, and the winner will be eliminated.

The same is true for the challenged side, who has only accepted the challenge once, and if he wins again, he will be included in the final squad, and no one else will be allowed to challenge him again. In other words, on this day, everyone will have two competitions, and the pressure can be imagined, and the psychological pressure on the monks is probably even greater.

The Fighting Law Conference has come to an end now, and the most wonderful fighting method will also appear today, and the sky is not completely bright, and the disciples in the door will crowd this place into a sea of people. When the hour was approaching, only the black head of the whole area could be seen, and I don't know how many disciples had infiltrated this place, just to catch a glimpse of the grand occasion of the last day.

On the highest ring, on weekdays, there were only dozens of people sparsely seated, but today there were hundreds of people, I am afraid that the Jindan monks in the door are all about to arrive, except for the few elders who are not seen by the dragon, almost all the middle and high-level people in the door are gathered here, and the stage is full.

This is also a rare event in Qingyuan Sect in recent years, and it has never been as neat as it is today. Among these Jindan monks, there are those young monks who are about to participate in the Eight Great Sect Competitions and are less than 100 years old, who have come here to watch the competition of their junior disciples, and of course, there are also many people who are the masters of the disciples in the field.

Among the more than 100 disciples who are about to leave the field in a while, the vast majority of them are personal disciples, as their masters, they all come to cheer for them in person at critical moments, and if they win a place in the end, it is also an extremely long-faced thing.

As usual, the lottery was drawn again, and then the disciples who participated in the competition came to their stage. The dialect was drawn to the fourth platform, which was not far from the stands of the elders of Jindan, and the situation here could be clearly seen from the high platform.

When Fang Yan came to the stage, he found that his opponent was actually a female cultivator, who was the lucky one in the fifth round of the draw, and directly entered the final round by bye. I didn't expect to encounter her, but fortunately, the two were not lucky, otherwise it would be difficult for Fang Yan to have a chance of winning.

"I heard that you are a junior brother of the dialect Fang, the high feet of a single senior, it is really not simple, you can enter today's competition with only four layers of foundation, I am afraid that few people believe it. When the deacon on duty introduced the two just now, Fang Yan knew that this female cultivator was called An Yimeng, and he didn't know who she was, but her voice was very good, which made Fang Yan suddenly think of the head of Qianhuan.

"Senior Sister An's words, Senior Brother is ashamed. The junior brother is only a shallow learner, and it is a fluke that he has been able to get to this point, and I ask my senior sister for more advice. Fang Yan hugged his fist at her, and then took out the Blood God Sword and held it in his hand, with a look of vigilance. No matter how she got into this round, Fang Yan didn't dare to underestimate it, and immediately entered a state of imminent battle.

"Giggles, I haven't finished speaking, Senior Brother Fang is so anxious to compete with Senior Sister? Competing on the same stage with me today, I don't know whether to congratulate Senior Brother or feel sorry for Senior Brother, because Senior Brother meets Senior Sister and me, you are doomed to lose at my hands. ”

While speaking, An Yimeng gently took off the veil covering her face, and a beautiful face appeared in front of Fang Yan. The most beautiful thing is her eyes, like two gems set on the face, dazzling, the flow of the eyes between the infinite style, looking at people can't extricate themselves, unconsciously fall for it.

"It's not good, illusion!" Fang Yan experienced this situation several times, and was a little afraid of illusion from the bottom of his heart, this kind of shadowless and invisible spell was extremely difficult to guard, and it would easily affect the monk's heart, and it was easy to fall into her way. Fortunately, Fang Yan had some experience, and quickly reacted, desperately taking her eyes away from her eyes, and then closed her eyes, using only her divine sense.

"Hey, you'll see it so quickly, but so what. An Yimeng was slightly surprised, Fang Yan didn't seem to have a high level of cultivation, but he could quickly recognize his illusion, which showed that his soul was stable and his divine sense was not weak. The illusion acts on the monk's divine soul, which is basically impossible to prevent, and can only be broken by a powerful divine sense.

An Yimeng immediately put away the playful expression on her face, revealing a somewhat solemn look, and then stretched out her hands, and snow-white wings suddenly appeared behind her back, suddenly rising into the air and flying into the air. Then I saw her turn her right hand, and a snow-white bead the size of a skull suddenly appeared in her hand, crystal clear, emitting a soft white light.

"Thousand Illusion Beads!" Fang Yan immediately sensed the extraordinariness of the bead in her hand, this bead can be said to be thunderous in the Qingyuan Sect, because it is the magic weapon of the head of the Thousand Illusion True Person, and the identity of this female cultivator is not difficult to guess. Fang Yan couldn't help but secretly complain, how could he meet such an opponent, not only proficient in his most troublesome illusions, but also the master of a thousand illusions.

"If you have knowledge, take it. An Yi Mengjiao shouted, and the snow-white bead was thrown into the air by her, and then she herself was like a huge butterfly, flickering a few times and hovering on the bead, and then pinched out a series of tricks against the bead, and the white light on the bead suddenly shone. (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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