Hearing this, Senior Brother Lu nodded slightly, then took a few steps forward, and said loudly: "The competition for the quota of the inner disciple is about to begin, you guys go back to their respective rings first." Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

The immortal cultivators in the martial arts arena, after hearing this, walked to their rings one after another, all showing fiery expressions, waiting for the next battle.

Seeing everyone's performance, Elder Lu nodded with satisfaction, and continued: " The game is carried out in the form of a draw, first starting from the first one, the first one against the second, the third against the fourth, and so on, the winning five people will be drawn and compared, one bye, so until the last person wins, it is the inner disciple, but here the old man wants to remind that you are already a disciple of Tianyimen, when the battle is not one party can admit defeat when it is not defeated, the other party must not deliberately kill the killer, once there is such behavior, it will be directly judged as losing. ”

After this Elder Lu finished announcing the rules, he waved his robe, and suddenly a large piece of crystal light flew out of the air, accurately landing in the air and floating in the air of each ring.

In the No. 3 ring, Lin Fan looked at the jade cylinder that emitted a soft light in mid-air, with a look of curiosity in his eyes, and at this time, there were already immortal cultivators who couldn't bear it anymore and reached out to grab the jade cylinder in mid-air.

Seeing this, Lin Fan grabbed a jade cylinder in a hurry, and after starting it, the light on the jade cylinder disappeared instantly, and when he opened his palm, he saw that three words were written on the jade cylinder.

Seeing that the jade tubes were all taken away by the immortal cultivators, Elder Lu spoke: "The first battle, the first sign vs. the second lot, start." ”

When Elder Lu spoke, everyone walked out of the ring one after another, leaving the ring empty.

On the side of the No. 3 ring, I saw that the immortal cultivator with the eighth layer of condensing qi walked to the ring with a calm face, and his palm was turned over, and there was a word written on the jade tube.

At the same time, an immortal cultivator of the seventh layer of condensing qi walked to the ring with a bitter face, and he was holding a No. 2 jade cylinder in his hand.

"Fei Kun, please give me a lot of advice. The man on the seventh layer of condensing qi arched his hand.

"Yan Xing!"

The man of the eighth layer of condensing qi said lightly, and then the momentum on his body changed in vain, and the cultivation of the eighth layer of condensing qi was undoubtedly leaking, and as soon as he raised his hand, a three-foot-long ice pick condensed in the palm of his hand, and then with a wave of his hand, he shot towards the other party like lightning.

Seeing this, Fei Kun didn't dare to slack off, raised his hand and made a move, and a quaint big seal flew out of the storage bag in an instant, flashing with purple-gold light, and with a bang, it collided with the ice pick in an instant.

When the light dissipated, the three-foot-long ice pick had already been reduced to pieces in the collision, and Fei Kun's purple gold seal was also shot out backwards in this collision, and the purple-gold light was dimmed for a while.

"Haha!"

With a loud laugh, Yan Xing's figure swept out like lightning, approaching in an instant, his right hand clenched into a fist, flashing with golden light, and slammed towards Fei Kun's chest, bringing a sonic boom sound wherever he passed, which was the embodiment of cultivating the gravity technique to the Dacheng realm.

Seeing this fierce punch, Fei Kun's pupils shrank, and he didn't think about it, and instantly condensed a protective light curtain in front of him, and then his palms were dead against the light curtain, and his spiritual power poured like a, trying to stop the opponent's punch.

"Boom!" roared like thunder, and the golden fist slammed into the light curtain, making the light curtain suddenly twist and almost shatter, while Fei Kun was pale, and took seven or eight steps back in a row, before he could react, the golden fist was approaching in an instant, and the roar echoed, hitting the overwhelmed light curtain again.

The light curtain shattered like glass in an instant, and at the same time, Fei Kun spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his body flew out upside down, smashing hard outside the ring.

In this battle, Yan Xing won unexpectedly, and won extremely easily, this is a huge advantage brought by the realm, ordinary immortal cultivators, without special means, it is difficult to defeat those who are higher than their own cultivation.

Yan Xing walked out of the ring with an indifferent face, this victory was what he expected, and there were not too many waves in his heart.

"Ring No. 3, No. 1 wins, No. 2 fights, No. 3 pick vs. No. 4 pick. Elder Lu said lightly.

As soon as these words came out, there was suddenly a seventh-layer condensing immortal cultivator who swept into the ring, Lin Fan saw this, smiled indifferently, it seemed that he was lucky, he didn't meet another eighth-layer condensation monk in the first round, and then he also walked slowly to the ring, looking light and light.

Seeing Lin Fan coming to the stage, this immortal cultivator was also secretly relieved, as long as he didn't touch the eighth-layer immortal cultivator, he was not afraid.

"Mu Ziping, please advise!"

"Lin Fan!"

After the two sides exchanged names, Mu Ziping glanced at Lin Fan and took the lead in making a move, this person first patted the storage bag, took out a yellow talisman seal in his hand, pasted it on his chest, and after reciting a spell in his mouth, the talisman suddenly emitted a burst of light, and then a yellow light curtain shrouded his body.

Seeing the other party's move, Lin Fan's heart moved, this was the first time he had seen this kind of defensive talisman seal, and he had been exposed to more attack types in the past.

After Mu Ziping did this, a trace of fierceness flashed in his eyes, and as soon as his right hand was raised, a long war knife suddenly appeared in his hand, and then it jumped high and swept through the air like lightning, slashing at Lin Fan with the momentum of Huashan.

Its speed was extremely fast, and the sword in his hand shone brightly, setting off a sharp whistling sound.

In the face of this terrifying blow, Lin Fan's face did not change, and the pure spiritual power circulated in his body, just as the war knife was close to the top of his head, Lin Fan's toes tapped, and suddenly, the whole person moved back lightly, directly out of the scope of the war knife.

Just as he retreated, Lin Fan threw his hands into the air and instantly threw out two wind blades about a foot long.

With two loud bangs, Mu Ziping was not slow to react, and he waved his hand in mid-air and slashed out two knives, and two brilliant blades roared out, instantly splitting the two wind blades.

After landing on the ground, he roared, holding the war knife in both hands, and took a huge step under his feet, and went straight to Lin Fan, the red light on the huge war knife skyrocketed, and there was a murderous aura, like a raging wind, with an indomitable momentum, angrily slashing towards Lin Fan.

Faced with this blow, which was even more powerful than just now, Lin Fan's face was expressionless, and he didn't dodge again, but slapped the storage bag, and a flying sword shining with rainbow light flew out in an instant.

Immediately, Lin Fan's pure spiritual power, like a flood, rushed to the flying sword, and with the infusion of spiritual power, the flying sword suddenly soared in the air, and instantly turned into a giant sword that was one zhang long.

Lin Fan's right hand pointed at the giant sword, and the sharp sword light was like a peerless match, booming, and instantly collided with the war knife.

The roar resounded throughout the ring, and a dazzling light swept out, and when the light dissipated, Lin Fan's face did not change, his hands were behind his back, and a huge flying sword above his head swallowed the sword.

And that Mu Ziping was also holding the war knife horizontally, but the hand holding the knife trembled slightly, and there was an abnormal flush on his face, obviously in the confrontation just now, he fell into an absolute disadvantage.

At this time, Mu Ziping set off a storm in his heart, with his cultivation at the peak of the seventh layer of condensation, plus the increase of magic weapons, no one in the same realm was his opponent, and he asked himself that even if he met a monk of the eighth layer of condensation, he could fight, but in the head-to-head confrontation with the person opposite just now, he was actually at a disadvantage, so how could he not be surprised.

Lin Fan didn't give him much time to breathe, with a wave of his palm, the giant sword above his head flew out like lightning towards the other party, approaching in an instant in the roar, and the terrifying sword light swept through the sky like a peerless match, and then slashed down violently.

Boom!

Mu Ziping, who only listened, screamed miserably, the war knife in his hand came out of his hand, the yellow light mask around his body was also shattered, the whole person was spurting blood, and his body flew out upside down like a kite, if it wasn't for the last moment, Lin Fan collected a few points of strength, and he was already a corpse at this moment.

Under the ring, Mu Ziping climbed up with difficulty, glanced at Lin Fan with complicated eyes, and then took out a pill from the storage bag, threw it into his mouth, and sat down cross-legged in place.

"Ring three, battle two, win number three. With Lin Fan's victory, Elder Lu's faint voice sounded.

After hearing the announcement, Lin Fan's face was calm, and he slowly walked out of the ring, after a few battles, he also had an assessment of his strength in his heart.

After Lin Fan stepped out of the ring, the eyes with different expressions nearby all surrounded him.

In the battle just now, everyone could see it clearly, the cultivators at the peak of the seventh layer of condensation qi were defeated too quickly in the hands of Lin Fan, and there was not much room for resistance at all, which made everyone have a strong fear of this ordinary-looking young man in their hearts, and even the two immortal cultivators of the eighth layer of condensation looked at Lin Fan with a dignified look on their faces.

And with the end of Lin Fan's battle here, the next thing is the duel between No. 5 and No. 6.

Interestingly, the person who signed the fifth sign was the other immortal cultivator of the eighth layer of condensing qi, and the immortal cultivator who faced the eighth layer of condensing qi and the sixth sign had a helpless look on his face, and he was one realm lower, which was simply difficult to defeat.

At the beginning of the battle, the eighth-layer immortal cultivator of condensing qi was pressing him to fight, and all kinds of spells were thrown at him, making him overwhelmed, and after only a few rounds of fighting, he was shattered by the opponent's wind blade and shattered the body protection light curtain, and was knocked out of the ring.

"No. 3 ring, No. 5 wins! The next battle, No. 7 against No. 8. ”

Here in the No. 3 ring, three consecutive matches have won by an overwhelming margin, this kind of record, can't help but cause some nearby immortal cultivators under the ring to frequently look sideways, those eyes with shock, but also with a look of joy.

Fortunately, this time, the seventh-signed immortal cultivator and the eighth-signed immortal cultivator in the ring are both condensing qi at the seventh layer, one of the two is practicing earth-based exercises, and the other is practicing wood-based exercises, both of which are steady and steady, and the spiritual power of the two seems to be comparable, and they have been fighting for half an hour before they can tell the winner.

In the end, it was the immortal cultivator who signed the eighth lot, with the particularity of his cultivation of the wood system, and the ever-ending particularity, he was better in the protracted battle, and he grinded the opponent to exhaustion, which won the game with difficulty.

"Ring 3, pick 8 wins! The last battle, pick 9 vs. pick 10!"