Chapter 61: Core Disciples

"Zhao Qing, you can go for this battle. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info" The old man in the green robe looked indifferent, and his tone was calm.

A burly man of twenty-seven or eighteen years old jumped from the Qingxuanzong area into the ring at this moment, this big man looked ordinary, and his cyan robe was a little tight.

"Qing Xuanzong, Zhao Qing. His voice was rough, like a roar, obviously it was just a cultivation of the fifth layer of condensation, but it gave people a sense of power.

Sun Xing's eyes were solemn, this Zhao Qing was extraordinary, it was obviously the cultivation of refining the body, and he had the cultivation of the fifth layer of condensation, I am afraid that he would not be afraid of the sixth layer of condensation.

"Wind Spirit Gate, Xu Lei. ”

Xu Lei sent out the words, this battle is very important, it is related to the life and death of the eighth vein, although the eighth vein has always been a waste vein, but this is the vein of his cultivation for several years, this one, must not be lost!

"I'll let you strike first, as long as it can make me take a step back, I will lose. Zhao Qing's rough words fell, his expression had a hint of sarcasm, and he had a strong confidence in himself in his heart.

Xu Lei's expression moved, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, a sneer appeared on his mouth, his hands quickly sealed, and a series of spiritual lights appeared, forming an amazing lightsaber.

The momentum of this lightsaber was extremely strong, as soon as it appeared, the expression of the green-robed old man changed slightly, the eighth vein had appeared in the past, and he had no chance to use a spell at all, this was the first time he had seen the spell of the eighth vein. And the spell seemed strong to him......

looked at Xu Lei on the round platform, and he groaned in his heart, could it be that the magic power that Xu Lei exerted was the hole card of the Wind Spirit Gate?

The old man in the green robe didn't know the eighth vein spell, but they knew it very well, and they were looking forward to it at the moment, this eighth vein inheritance technique.

The momentum of the lightsaber became more and more huge, and as Xu Lei continued to increase his aura, this momentum was still increasing, until it reached the peak of condensation, and then stopped.

Suppressing a trace of nervousness in his heart, this is the first time he has used the illusion sword technique to fight, as long as the other party is moved by this momentum, maybe he can win without a fight, after all, the other party said that as long as he takes a step back, he will lose!

With a movement of his right hand, the lightsaber was slowly raised with a majestic momentum, and it came to the top of Zhao Qing's head in an instant, Xu Lei's expression flashed a trace of arrogance, and he said coldly: "Senior Brother Zhao, my spell is extremely powerful, once it breaks out, I can't hold it, you admit defeat now, I can still disperse the supernatural powers." ”

Zhao Qing's expression was solemn, he didn't pay attention to Xu Lei's words, but took a step forward directly, the aura of his whole body condensed, and he made a defensive appearance.

Xu Lei's heart beat faster, and his eyes were a little flustered, he didn't expect that this Zhao Qing would have the courage to resist the illusion swordsmanship of the peak momentum of condensing qi, but at this moment, he was already on the bow, and he couldn't care about it so much, he gritted his teeth, pointed at Zhao Qing with his right hand, and the lightsaber fell with a bang.

At the moment when the lightsaber fell, the momentum on it exploded to the extreme, Zhao Qing's figure shook, he couldn't hold back and didn't retreat, he lowered his head and roared angrily, and his hands suddenly clenched into fists.

There was a sound of breaking the sky, and there was silence on the round platform.

"I see...... Your supernatural powers are nothing short of a bluff. Zhao Qing looked sarcastic, sneered and said, looking at Xu Lei's gaze without a trace of solemnity.

Xu Lei's expression was a little gloomy, but he was not surprised, since he couldn't win by phantom swordsmanship, he relied on cultivation to suppress the other party.

He took a deep breath, took a step out of his body, and with a wave of his right hand, the power of the six layers of condensation qi turned into fluctuations, swept up to the ground, and rushed straight towards Zhao Qing.

"You're too weak. Zhao Qing's expression remained unchanged, and with a slap of his right hand, he directly scattered the force, this scene was extremely relaxed at a glance, as if it was a random beat, and Xu Lei's attack was resolved.

Xu Lei's heart shook, and facing Zhao Qing standing in front of him, he couldn't help but feel a sense of powerlessness in his heart, and cast a few spells again, but he was immediately cracked by the other party.

"You've been shooting for so long, it's time for you to fight back. Zhao Qing sneered and said, his body is strong, and his real strength is actually not weaker than the seventh layer of condensation, which Xu Lei is simply vulnerable in his opinion.

Ming Daozi's expression was a little gloomy, he had already seen Zhao Qing's strength, without the eighth layer of condensation, he couldn't defeat this son at all, thinking of this, he secretly sighed in his heart that Qing Xuanzong was powerful At the same time, he became more and more worried about the downfall of the Wind Spirit Sect.

Sun Xing sighed secretly, he could see that Xu Lei was afraid that he would not be able to win this fight, so he simply admitted defeat at this moment, but he could still be more happy......

It's just that when he just had this idea, Xu Lei's screams came, and he hurriedly looked, only to see Zhao Qing carrying Xu Lei upside down, looking at the Fenglingmen area with great might, and shouting loudly: "You Fenglingmen are a bunch of waste!"

As soon as the words fell, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, and with a throw of his hand, Xu Lei's body flew out upside down and fell to the ground, and in an instant, he spit out blood, and glanced at Zhao Qing on the stage with a pale face, and the light in his eyes was extremely dim.

Sun Xing came to Xu Lei's side with an ugly face, and after taking out three precious pills in a row, he glanced at Zhao Qing coldly, and then sighed.

Ming Daozi looked at this scene expressionlessly, with some sympathy in his eyes, but the most was cold, and he said in a cold tone at the moment: "In the second game, I lost the Fengling Gate." ”

His words fell, everyone in the Wind Spirit Gate was silent for a while, and the green-robed old man laughed, nodded quickly at Zhao Qing, who looked proud on the stage, and motioned for him to step down.

After Sun Xing put Xu Lei in a no-man's corner, he felt indescribable bitterness in his heart.

Still lost......

You must know that Xu Lei is the disciple with the highest cultivation and the strongest strength in the eighth vein, but he didn't expect that even a fifth-layer condensation qi would have no power to fight back.

Sighing, he forcibly suppressed the despair in his heart, slapped the storage bag, and five medium-grade spiritual weapons flew out and were taken by the green-robed old man on the round platform.

"At the next Dharma Fighting Conference, I will no longer participate in the Eighth Vein. After Sun Xing said this, his expression was as usual on the surface, but the miserable laughter in his heart couldn't be stopped, he knew that the eighth vein would ...... Finished!

Wang Laoqi rarely did not exit the number, but his eyes were vigilant, the eighth vein has already existed in name only after this fighting law conference, and his seventh vein is no longer at the bottom......

Ming Daozi nodded, slapped the storage bag with his right hand, and twenty lower-grade spiritual weapons flew out and landed in front of the green-robed old man.

The green-robed old man's expression froze, and then a smile appeared on his face, and he arched his hand at Ming Daozi, and with a wave of his big sleeves, he put all the spiritual weapons into the storage bag.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this Qingxuanzong is much stronger than the previous sessions, and the core disciples seem to be able to appear. Ming Daozi's expression flashed with a hint of decisiveness, this core disciple he originally planned to keep until the end before using it, but at this moment he had decided to send it out now.

"It's all up to the master. ”

The other elders looked stunned, and spoke in unison at this moment. Core disciples...... That was the strongest disciple in the Wind Spirit Sect, they were all at the peak of condensation, and after more than ten years of retreat, they had all reached the early stage of foundation building.

Ming Daozi nodded, took out a jade slip from the storage bag, and crushed it directly at the moment, the old man in the green robe kept watching, silent on the surface, but a little sneering in his heart.

Core disciples...... He also has Qingxuanzong!

Not long after, five long rainbows flew from the mountain behind the middle peak, and at a glance it seemed to be far away, but it was only a few breaths, and it slowly descended on this nine-pillar round platform.

That, there are five figures, all of them are young people, no women, all of them are dressed in gray, and they all exude the mysterious aura of building a foundation.

"The disciple visits the master. The five of them bowed to Ming Daozi with their fists, their tone was respectful and neutral, Ming Daozi's eyes showed satisfaction, and he said:

"Today is the battle meeting between my Fengling Sect and the Qingxuan Sect of the Friendship Sect, who are you waiting for to fight?"

When Murong Mu heard this, a smile came out at the moment, and he looked at one of the five people. A smile appeared on his face. "In this third game, Yan Zifei, you represent my third vein. ”

"Yes, Master. Among the five walked out a handsome young man, who stepped onto the round platform with a resolute expression and a confident face.

"Fenglingmen, Yan Zifei came to ask for advice, all the senior brothers of Qingxuanzong, you ...... Who's going to fight me?"

The green-robed old man sneered, he glanced at Yan Zifei, his divine sense swept away, and the other party's cultivation was instantly seen through by him.

Yan Zifei ...... You haven't seen this doll for more than ten years, and now you have reached the realm of foundation building, and the condensing ants of the year can be regarded as enlightened now, no matter what, this time, my Qingxuan Sect also sent a core disciple, Cui Ying, you go to this battle, and allow you to use your magical powers. ”

As soon as the green-robed old man's words fell, Wang Laoqi snorted coldly: "Don't be arrogant!"

The green-robed old man sneered, and behind him, a shadow stepped onto the round platform at this moment.

It was a young woman in a blue robe, her face was beautiful, her temperament was dusty, her snow-white skin was heartwarming, her face was expressionless, and when she went up to the round platform at this moment, she immediately gathered many eyes.

"My core disciple of Qingxuan Sect, Senior Sister Cui Ying!"

"It is rumored that she reached the early stage of foundation building four years ago, cultivating the Qingxuan Secret Method, and her strength is unfathomable!"

"In this battle, my Qingxuanzong will win!"

Yan Zifei looked at the woman in front of him, although he knew that the other party was from Qingxuanzong, he still couldn't help but be moved, and arched his hand at this moment and said: "Senior sister, the fighting method has no eyes, please forgive me if you offend." ”

Cui Yingqiao's face remained unchanged, and her gaze at Yan Zifei did not fluctuate in the slightest, she was withdrawn and did not like to communicate with people, and her tone was slightly cold at the moment.

"Qingxuanzong, Cui Ying. ”

When Yan Zifei heard this, a trace of brilliance flashed in his eyes, and he had already decided in his heart that he would definitely not be heavy-handed in the future.

"Fenglingmen, Yan Zifei. ”

His words fell, and the next moment, his expression changed suddenly, and an invisible force came towards him.

didn't have time to think about it, he directly patted the storage bag, and a golden small tripod flew out, shining with golden light, exuding a powerful aura.

Cui Ying slowly withdrew her jade hand, looking at the golden tripod, her heart sank slightly, she felt a little tricky about this golden tripod.

"The ultimate spiritual weapon. Murong Mu's expression moved slightly, and he was more confident in Yan Zifei in his heart, this third game could be regarded as a win.

"Zhang Daoyou, in this third game, I bet ten medium-grade spiritual weapons. Murong Mu looked confident, and at this moment he spoke, and said in a firm tone.