Mo Xian stood in the ring, today is Dabi's day.

There are many disciples in the outer sect, but not all disciples are qualified, and only those who have been released from labor are eligible for the disciples whose cultivation is equivalent to the high level of qi refining.

This time, there are only more than 200 outer disciples who participate in the big competition, and most of the disciples are not qualified.

In the end, the top 50 were decided, because the outer disciples had only listened to the Dharma elders and disciples teach the Fa a few times, and they were teaching some basic Taoist techniques and martial arts, and the level was not high.

But there are also many people who belong to the art of seeking teachers, and this part is a strong rival.

Mo Xian has made careful preparations since he said it that day, he rarely interacts with people, the circle of contacts is very narrow, and he has never heard the Fa elders or disciples preach the Fa.

He came to Yuxian Sect with the original intention of avoiding the pursuit of the Yama Palace.

He didn't want to show prominence, but he didn't want to waste the opportunity either, he set a goal for himself, about twenty, according to the previous practice, once every three years, in the top fifty, there was a chance to enter the ranks of true disciples.

Of course, it is just a chance, and there are many factors that can be accepted as true disciples, maybe a hundred will become true disciples instead, but the top forty will not.

Elders who are interested in accepting apprentices will pay attention to the scene, and the elders who accept apprentices, equivalent to Jindan Zhenren, will not only examine your strength, but also your potential.

However, even if those who enter the top 50 are not accepted as true disciples, their path of cultivation has greatly increased, and they can listen to the Dharma with the true disciples and ask the true disciples for advice.

During the month, the Dharma Transmission Elder and the Dharma Transmission Disciples unexpectedly held several lectures, and the outer disciples were very excited, but Mo Xian faintly felt that something was wrong, but he did not fall behind in any of them.

There are those who talk about cultivation, there are those who talk about basic spells, there are those who use the magic tools and charms, Mo Xian listened carefully to every word, compared with the books in the Tibetan scripture building, he has a certain understanding of spells and the like, in a month, he just cultivated the fog technique, the time is too short, he has currently mastered the spells fog technique, ecstasy, flying step and punishment.

I have to say that Mo Xian is a failure, he almost does not interact with his companions, because he used to be a killer, chased and killed by his companions, and has some psychological problems, so interacting with his companions is just a general acquaintance, and no one tells him about Fang City.

And the outer disciples who had the ability to participate in the big competition all bought spirit runes or magic weapons in the fang market to prepare for the big competition, but Mo Xian devoted himself to cultivation, and Qiu Sheng and Hu Dan did not remind him.

Fortunately, the sect provided a green steel sword, and Mo Xian saw that this green steel sword was much stronger than the sword of the mortal world.

When he got into the ring, his opponent also came on stage, and the two saluted each other and used each other's names.

"Chu Yunfeng has seen Daoyou!"

"Mo Xian has seen Daoyou!"

The two of them suddenly distanced themselves, Chu Yunfeng threw out a lancet more than three inches long, and as soon as the knife was shot, there was a white light, and it only flew towards Mo Xian.

Mo Xian's eyes twitched, magic weapons! He didn't have magic weapons, not nothing, there was a small flag-like magic weapon, and Mo Xian forgot about it.

Mo Xian didn't expect to use magic weapons, the sword in his hand buzzed, and the sword was drawn out, the awe-inspiring blue light on the sword, and the light on the lancet lit up, but in Mo Xian's eyes, the flying knife slowed down.

Not only slowed down, but the white light was also uneven, and the blade was obviously stronger than the surroundings, among which there were traces of white filaments, and the light waves fluctuated with the filaments, Mo Xian felt that there seemed to be a pattern between them, and his sword suddenly hit the gap between the light wave fluctuations.

He seemed to have returned to the time when he was chopping wood, and the knife slashed at the lines of the branches, and everyone heard a soft sound, and the white light of the lancet suddenly went out, and it flew out at once.

Chu Yunfeng's face turned pale, and the people in the audience were stunned, what are you kidding, Chu Yunfeng has released a magic weapon, and the green steel sword is just a better mortal soldier, how can he kill the magic weapon aura at once.

Without waiting for Chu Yunfeng to react, Mo Xian's flying steps had already melted into his footwork, and the green steel sword in his hand flashed, appearing in front of Chu Yunfeng like a ghost.

Chu Yunfeng only felt that the blue light flashed in front of him, and a chill penetrated his skin, and he didn't even have the idea of hiding, and his body froze suddenly.

"You've lost!" Mo Xian said coldly, his sword already resting on Chu Yunfeng's neck.

"I lost. Chu Yunfeng said with difficulty, he hadn't figured out what was going on, and the sword was already resting on his neck.

The people in the audience talked one after another, and some people said that Chu Yunfeng was deceived by profiteers, and the lancet was also a magic weapon, but it was killed by the Qinggang Sword of the mortal soldiers, it must be an impostor.

Seeing Chu Yunfeng admit defeat, Mo Xian withdrew the sword, and Chu Yunfeng walked to the corner of the ring in despair, the lancet was lying on the ground, a crack was on the knife, he picked it up, although the lancet was a low-grade magic weapon, but it was so vulnerable, Chu Yunfeng also thought it was a fake.

He hated to think about how to go to the shop to settle the score.

Mo Xian got out of the ring, he faintly felt that someone seemed to be watching him, as if there was more than one person, he was no longer Wuxia Ameng, knowing that this was the Jindan master divine consciousness paying attention to him, he was just strange, didn't he say that people with a low realm could not perceive the divine consciousness of people with a high realm?

He didn't know that his blow made several Jindan monks move, although they were not at the scene, they were watching the scene with their divine senses.

Even the head of the house, Liu Xiazi, nodded unconsciously: "This person is a talent who can be created, and he can see through the essence of power at a glance, but unfortunately, they don't know that they are just cannon fodder, see if he can survive." ”

"Come, who was in the Gengzi ring just now?" asked Liuxiazi Wentong.

"I'll look it up. ”

After a while, Dao Tong came back and replied: "Back to the master, there were two people in the Gengzi ring just now, namely Mo Xian and Chu Yunfei, and Mo Xian won." ”

"Go down. The head said.

Mo Xian got out of the ring, and on the square in front of the Haoran Peak Hall, ten rings were erected, arranged according to the heavenly stems, and the other rings had not yet ended, only the Gengzi number ring had ended.

The other rings were fighting happily, and Mo Xian found that almost all the rings were full of magic weapons, spirit runes flying wildly, and the brilliance was flickering, and none of the contestants were like Mo Xian, just holding a green steel sword.

Mo Xian is an anomaly, he remembered that there were Buddha talismans in the Qiankun bag he got from the two heads, should he also use some spirit talismans, otherwise he would seem to be a little different.

Mo Xian stood under the C-shaped ring, watching their game, the C-shaped ring was a man and a woman, he asked who the two people in the game were, and someone next to him replied, the man was Sima Qiu, and the woman was Yi Li.

These two people are much more intense than Mo Xian's, Sima Qiu's side is a faint black gas, refining spirit ghosts, if it weren't for Mo Xian's cultivation, he can't see it, in Mo Xian's eyes, this is a green-faced and fanged ghost, holding a mace, quickly surrounding Yi Li, left and right.

At the same time, a small dragon was swimming in the air, and Mo Xian could see that this was a magic weapon transfiguration, which should be a sword, and it was Sima Qiu's magic weapon.

Yi Liang held a piece of red silk and surrounded him, the red silk glowed with red light, and sparks appeared.

The two of them shuttled back and forth on the stage, looking very good, and they were at a stalemate for a while.

Mo Xian shook his head unconsciously, although they held magic weapons and spirit ghosts, in Mo Xian's eyes, they had a lot of flaws, that little dragon and red silk, although the fluctuation of their strength was rapid, but in Mo Xian's eyes, a sword was enough to break.

After holding each other for a while, Sima Qiu gradually gained the upper hand, the spirit ghost roared, jumped high, and smashed the mace in his hand, the red silk fluctuated violently, and a crack was torn open, and the small dragon in the air rushed violently, and with a bang, the red silk was retracted in an instant, and Yi Li's body took a few steps back, and his face turned pale.

The black qi on the spirit ghost's body increased greatly, and he was about to pounce on it, when Yi Li shouted: "I admit defeat!"

Sima Qiu breathed a sigh of relief and stopped the ghost: "Senior sister, I have conceded." ”

The first round is a knockout round, and after three days, more than 130 people will be decided to enter the second round, and Mo Xian will enter the second round.

Starting from the second round, the two and two duels, first produce sixty-eight winners, a total of thirty-four pairs, and then two by two, to determine the thirty-four winners, and the loser enters the competition, resulting in the top sixteen, a total of fifty.

In the last 50 places, they are divided into five groups, a group of 10 people, and only two people qualify, and the top 10 are set.

Mo Xian started from the second round, noticed the application of the spell, the fog technique together, within a radius of one zhang around him, completely invisible, the opponent crashed into the dense fog, although he held the magic weapon, but he couldn't see Mo Xian, after a few rounds, he was put on his neck by Mo Xian's green steel sword, and he had to admit defeat.

In this battle, the audience looked at each other, and they didn't see how the two competed at all.

Mo Xian advanced smoothly.

Next is a ten-person competition in the group, nine games per person, Mo Xian found that with his strength, he is still sure of entering the top ten, but he doesn't want to expose his strength more.

In the competition, he integrated several spells into his offensive, and cooperated more and more skillfully, in every competition, he controlled the rhythm on the field, and the losses and wins were well controlled, and none of the people on the scene saw it.

In the end, he finished third in the group, and he looked at the elated faces of the first two and inadvertently smiled. He didn't make it to the top ten, and he thought he was well hidden, but he didn't know that his true strength fell into the eyes of a few Jindan monks who paid attention to him.

Elder Qianxuzi frowned, and then let go, he couldn't see through Mo Xian, not in terms of strength, but in his approach, he loosened his brows, because he knew that this time in advance, in essence, there was a meaning to send them into the tiger's mouth, this little guy hid his strength, maybe it would bring him an unexpected surprise.

There is no Mo Xian in the competition, but Mo Xian still carefully watched the top ten competitions, imagining how to deal with them in an opposing situation.

But the result was a little disappointed, he found that if he was in their situation, he could break the offensive of most people with just one sword, he didn't know, how many years he had been a killer, and now he had entered cultivation, how rich his combat experience was, and the outer disciples on the field might be higher in cultivation than him, and the magic weapon was stronger than him, but he was far inferior to him in terms of timing and other grasps.

He was secretly proud in his heart.