"I can't imagine that Fan Jian has cultivated to the thirteenth level of Qi cultivation, if I meet him during the competition, will I be able to defeat him?" Yan Wushuang felt a trace of worry in his heart.

But soon, his passion was rekindled.

Before there was no cornucopia, I might avoid it. But now, his own strength is not too bad. If you cultivate these low-level spells well, you may not be at a disadvantage when you fight against Fan Jian.

After all, although Fan Jian's cultivation is high, his strength may not be high.

Thinking about this clearly, Yan Wushuang pasted the jade slip copied from the Hidden Scripture Pavilion on his forehead and cultivated low-level spells.

Half a year passed in a hurry, and Yan Wushuang had perfected several low-level spells during this period, which made him more confident in the comparison conference.

On this day, it is the time of the competition.

Too void door, drill ground!

Yan Wushuang, like the other Qi Refining Stage cultivators, stood in the training ground and waited for the head Zhong Wanhong. It's just that Yan Wushuang belongs to the outer disciples, so he stands in a relatively backward place. Zhong Wanhong didn't know when he would come, so Yan Wushuang, who was bored, looked around.

Yan Wushuang was puzzled in his heart, when Zhong Wanhong announced the competition three years ago, there were obviously monks in the foundation building period, but now there are no more.

"Have you heard? If you can win this competition, you will be rewarded with a Tsukidan!" a gray-clothed disciple spoke.

"Really, I've heard that Tsukidan is only available to inner disciples!"

"How can there be a fake, I've heard that this competition is for the great competition of the sect once in fifty years!"

"Sect Dabi!" The surrounding monks closed their mouths in astonishment, and began to calculate in their hearts.

Originally, these outer disciples were all here for the reward, but they thought that they could get some spirit stones or pills if they won the competition, and at most they had a good magic weapon. But now I heard that the competition is related to the big competition of the sect, and it must be a reward for Tsukidan.

It turned out that the current immortal cultivation world was short of resources, so the major sects agreed to close the Dream Swamp with a ban. At that time, in order to make the elixir of the Dream Swamp have enough time to grow, the great power agreed to enter the Dream Swamp once in fifty years.

At first, it was used to send Qi cultivation period monks into the Misty Dream Swamp, and each sect collected medicine alone, but in order to obtain more elixir, the monks who entered the swamp attacked and killed each other, which led to the development of the sect being restricted.

If the strength of the monks who enter the swamp is poor, they will definitely not be able to bring any elixir, and the disciples sent to be strong only are elite disciples. However, the elite disciple is a treasure of the Great Gate Sect, who is willing to send it out?

Therefore, a thousand years ago, the eight major sects of the Huoyun Kingdom jointly agreed that the distribution of elixirs every fifty years in the future would be in the way of sect comparison. The medicine is collected by a special person, and it is distributed according to the ranking of the sect. Naturally, the sect that won the most in the big competition would be allocated the most elixirs.

Hearing the discussions of these disciples, Yan Wushuang also began to move. At first, he wanted to get some rewards in the competition, but with the cornucopia, he stopped paying attention to them. But the attitude of other people in the Taixu Sect towards him made him eager to show his strength in front of everyone, so that he could raise his eyebrows.

But cultivating immortals and cultivating immortals, in the final analysis, is still the pursuit of the Great Dao. Yan Wushuang is now at the tenth level of Qi refining, but he also wants to build a foundation. Whether it is to return to the earth, or to preserve life and dignity, it is necessary to build a foundation.

If there is really a Tsukidan reward for this competition, he will definitely do his best.

"The boss is here!"

I don't know who shouted softly, and the originally noisy training ground suddenly quieted down. Yan Wushuang raised his head inadvertently, and then felt a powerful spiritual pressure on his body, but this feeling did not last for a few breaths before it decreased to an imperceptible level.

"This competition is about to begin, before the competition, I want to tell you something! The competition will be carried out in the form of a wheel battle, there is a ring in front of the training ground, and each ring will only stand one champion, until no one comes forward to challenge, ten champions will win the first round; the ten selected disciples will enter the second round of the competition, until the last three remaining three, can represent the sect to participate in this sect competition. At that time, as long as the disciple can win five games in the sect competition, he will receive a reward of Tsukidan. Zhong Wanhong's voice was like a bell, so that every disciple could hear it clearly.

Sure enough, there is Tsukidan! Yan Wushuang felt a commotion in his heart, as if Tsukidan was about to arrive. On the other hand, the expressions of the other monks were different, and the strong ones were eager to try, while the weak ones had a sad face.

"Senior Brother Yan, you have to do your best during the competition! Senior Brother, I won't show mercy!"

Somehow, every time Yan Wushuang heard Fan Jian's voice, he felt like vomiting. Until today, Yan Wushuang finally understood that Fan Jian's voice was no different from that of the eunuchs in Dongchang.

"Hmph, this is nature, who will kill the deer, it's not certain!" Yan Wushuang was not to be outdone, and sneered at each other!

"Ahh

"Hahaha, I said why is it so lively today, it turns out that the King of Rags will not show mercy!"

"Oh, I don't think I'd better participate, otherwise the genius of the Five Spirit Roots will attack with a fireball technique, and my life will be lost!"

"That's it, I said that there is a smell, it turns out that the King of Rags is here. You picked up the junk today and didn't take a shower, did you?"

The surrounding monks were so stirred up by Fan Jian that they seemed to have forgotten about the upcoming competition, and they all looked at Yan Wushuang for a while, and there was a great intention to kill and cripple Yan Wushuang during the competition.

"The competition begins!"

With the announcement of a deacon disciple during the foundation building period, the competition began just in time. But the embarrassing thing is that none of the disciples stepped into the ring. After a while, Zhong Wanhong became a little angry.

It was just that the disciple saw that the master was displeased, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet: "What are you rubbing? You, you and you, go to the ring!" It's just that the disciple casually pointed to a few disciples, and these disciples were forced to walk into the ring in a huff.

All the disciples are not stupid, and the biggest consumption of this kind of wheel war is spiritual power. No matter how powerful you are, once your spiritual power is exhausted, you will be no different from a mortal. Therefore, almost all the disciples are waiting for the final entry into the ring, so the people in the ring must be tired, and they may even have lost the slightest spiritual power. In this way, the last person to challenge in the ring can pick up a big bargain.

Yan Wushuang naturally saw this, so he didn't mean to go to the ring!

But when the deacon disciple's gaze swept over Yan Wushuang's side, Yan Wushuang suddenly stood up and almost fell to the ground.

"Hmm, since you're so eager, come up!" It's just that the disciple thought that Yan Wushuang couldn't bear it, so he pointed at him.

Yan Wushuang's face was gloomy, he turned his head and glared fiercely, and then walked into the ring on the very edge. It turned out that Fan Jian saw that Yan Wushuang was indifferent, so he deliberately pushed Yan Wushuang out of the crowd.

"Senior Brother Fan, aren't you going to compete with this kid, why do you want to push him out?" Ma Yun was very puzzled.

"Hmph, you'll know later!" Fan Jian's face was stricken, he was very thoughtful, if he pushed Yan Wushuang out at this moment, someone would definitely challenge him. First, you can try Yan Wushuang's depth, after all, the current Yan Wushuang dares to argue with himself, there must be a unique skill, if Yan Wushuang can't hold on to a round, it means that Yan Wushuang is still a waste, and after he finishes the competition, it's not too late to clean him up.

Besides, if Yan Wushuang has some strength, but everyone thinks that he is a waste, some disciples with strength will definitely choose him first, so that he will have a lot less opponents, on the contrary, he can also consume the strength of some strong opponents.

Fan Jian's face was sad and joyful, and he said to Ma Yun for a while. When Ma Yun heard this, she immediately burst into laughter.

"It turns out that Senior Brother Fan is planning to do this, Senior Sister admires it very much!" Ma Yun patted the horse's ass, with a look of spring.

"Hehe, who am I, senior brother, can I not be powerful? Senior sister, after the great competition of the sect, I will beg the ancestor of the family, and also give a Zhuji Dan to my junior sister, and when we both build the foundation, we can form a double monk!" Fan Jian hurried uphill and said shamelessly.

Ma Yun seemed to be very useful, smiled, and then watched the situation in the ring.

At this moment, the ten rings stood up for the champion, and Yan Wushuang was in the ring at the very edge. He looked solemn, looking forward to the next competition, but also worried about how long he could last.

"Damn Fan Jian, one day, I will definitely drain your soul and refine your soul!" Looking at Fan Jian's smug smile, Yan Wushuang was angry and didn't fight anywhere. Hiding himself well, Fan Jianbian pushed himself out of the pile.

"The competition begins!"

Under the nod of Zhong Wanhong, the deacon disciple announced the start of the competition.

"Whew!"

Yan Wushuang breathed a long sigh of relief, praying in his heart that there would be no strong disciples to challenge him. But it backfired, and before Yan Wushuang could be mentally prepared, the crowd began to stir.

"Fuck off, the King of Rags is mine!"

"Senior brother, my strength is no worse than yours, I'm going to decide this rag king!"

"Get out of the way, I'll solve it with the Rag King!"

......

All the disciples seemed to be eyeing Yan Wushuang, thinking that he was a soft persimmon that could be handled at will, and they rushed to challenge Yan Wushuang. Yan Wushuang saw this scene in his eyes, but it hurt in his heart.

I asked myself if I had provoked these people, but these people felt that they were easy to bully, and they didn't treat themselves as human beings at all, just as fish on the knife board.

"Senior Brother Yan, concede!" Before everyone could react, a lean gray-clothed disciple took the opportunity to jump into Yan Wushuang's ring.

This person Yan Wushuang recognized, his name was Li Tian, and he was quite famous in the door. He has the cultivation of the twelfth layer of Qi training, and the best thing he is at is the dungeon technique and the fireball technique. I heard that among the low-level disciples, very few people would provoke him.

"It's over, this person is the first to play!"

Yan Wushuang's heart became nervous, although he was very confident in the "Mixed Yuan Jue", but after all, Li Tian had the cultivation of the twelfth layer of Qi cultivation, and he had been famous for many years, so it must not be easy to deal with!