Wen Ruoxuan looked at Wang Li winning the martial arts fight and walked out of the ring with an unbelievable face, walked over and said to Wang Li a little excitedly: "Congratulations to Brother Wang Li for winning the last martial arts, I didn't expect that Brother Wang still has boxing and physical skills, and he is so powerful, he knocked down that big guy with one punch, and I was worried in vain." Wen Ruoxuan patted her small chest.

Hearing this, Wang Li smiled faintly and said: "Thank you, Miss Wen, I just learned a lot and couldn't get on the stage, by the way, this third game is estimated to be drawn to you in the ring, are you sure about this one?"

Wen Ruoxuan frowned when she heard Wang Li say this, and then said softly: "In this third martial arts fight, if I don't meet those particularly strong people, I have a great confidence that I will defeat them if I meet others."

"If you are so sure, just do your best, I see that the remaining thirty people who have not yet been put on the shelves, and there are few of them who are stronger, you have a great chance to win this one." Wang Li glanced at the monk who had not yet played, and then comforted Wen Ruoxuan.

"Well, thank you, Brother Wang Li." Wen Ruoxuan replied firmly with her little hand.

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The third round of the third game was completed in a blink of an eye, and when the blue-clothed monk drew the fourth round of the competition, sure enough, Wen Ruoxuan was drawn to play.

Her good fortune struck her again, and her opponent was a monk who had not played very well in the first two fights.

Seeing that the opponent in this draw was this monk, Wen Ruoxuan's face immediately became happy, jumped into the ring lightly, and bowed slightly to the monk with a slightly yellow face on the opposite side.

When the yellow-faced monk on the opposite side saw Wen Ruoxuan, his heart sank, he bowed back, and said in a deep voice: "This girl, I saw you before that you are also a spirit puppet, and you are still with the person who made the five two-winged tigers, and your strength is definitely not bad, but I am bound to win this last battle, and I will never give up, and if I make a heavy shot, don't blame me, girl." The yellow-faced monk was a bit of a vain.

Wen Ruoxuan heard this, the corners of her lips raised, and she raised her head and said: "This martial arts fight, this girl is also bound to win, what ability do you have to let the horse come!" Wen Ruoxuan did not show weakness.

A moment later, the old man in the green robe gave an order, and the third and fourth rounds of the competition began!

Wen Ruoxuan immediately knotted the spirit seal, and the black eagle in front of her immediately swished a few times and galloped towards the yellow-faced monk. Then, while the yellow-faced monk was not paying attention, he waved his hand to the ground, and several cyan centipede-shaped spirit puppets immediately fell from his sleeves to the ground.

Seeing this, Wen Ruoxuan tapped her fingers slightly, and the few centipede puppets disappeared in place with a flash of spiritual light, leaving only a few small holes in the ground in place, and these centipede puppets obviously had the ability to escape to the ground, and all of them escaped to the ground.

This Wen Ruoxuan actually still has this strange micro-shaped puppet, and it was not released until this last martial fight.

But the yellow-faced monk didn't know this scene at all, at this time, he took out two high-grade magic swords, sacrificed them separately, and shot towards Wen Ruoxuan in the air, one at the group of black eagles, and the other directly at Wen Ruoxuan.

But at this moment, the group of black eaglets immediately divided into two strands and wrapped them around the two magic swords, and then Wen Ruoxuan pointed a little more, and the group of red eaglets immediately scattered and flew out in all directions, flying towards the yellow-faced monk.

The yellow-faced monk saw the red eagle flying over, but his face smiled gloomily, as if he had a treacherous appearance, he suddenly opened his mouth and squirted, and a ball of essence blood instantly splashed on the two magic swords, and then moved his hands in unison, connected the connection seal, and then stretched out his hand in a deep voice!

The two high-grade magic swords that were wrapped around the black eagle immediately stimulated the blood sacrifice technique, and the aura was great, flying quickly, constantly cutting down Wen Ruoxuan's black eagle, and in the blink of an eye, more than half of it was cut off.

Seeing this, Wen Ruoxuan's face condensed slightly, the spirit seal changed again, and the group of red eaglets flashed brightly, and the speed was a few minutes faster, surrounding the yellow-faced monks, and they all opened their mouths to spit out a large ball of fireball, turning into several fire dragons and rolling towards the yellow-faced monks.

However, the yellow-faced monk was not afraid when he saw the fire tornaise, and then with a flick of it, a medium-grade magic shield flew out of his sleeve in an instant, turning into a giant shield the size of half a zhang.

Then the ten fingers moved together, and quickly hit a few spirit duels at the giant shield, and the giant shield immediately trembled, and quickly circled around the yellow-faced monk's body, blocking all the fire dragons.

However, at this moment, Wen Ruoxuan on the opposite side suddenly shouted: "Get up!"

When the yellow-faced monk heard this, he suddenly felt bad, and was lifting his feet to retreat, but as soon as he exerted his strength under his feet, he found that there was no trace of consciousness coming from his legs, and when he looked down, he saw that a few cyan centipede puppets were tightly wrapped around his feet at some point, biting his feet into a black blue, and he was extremely numb, and this feeling of unconscious numbness kept passing to the upper body, and in a blink of an eye, it was transmitted to the waist!

Seeing this, the yellow-faced monk's face immediately changed greatly, and he said in a deep voice: "Damn! This is a spirit poison!" After speaking, he hurriedly took out a few antidote pills and swallowed them with his head up.

However, it was too late at this time, and the yellow-faced monk only felt that the spirit element of his whole body suddenly stagnated, and in the blink of an eye, he lost the connection with the spirit element in the meridians, and even his divine sense was blurred, and he could no longer control the two high-grade magic swords, and the magic shield around his body, and the spiritual light was dim and fell to the ground together.

Seeing this, Wen Ruoxuan curled her mouth and said: "Admit defeat, you have been poisoned by my spirit, there is no chance, if you take the antidote pill before you are poisoned, it may still be useful."

After hearing this, the yellow-faced monk's face darkened, and he looked up slightly sadly and sighed: "It's just this step, alas, it's fate!" After saying that, he fell straight to the ground and fainted.

Seeing this scene, Wen Ruoxuan apologized and saluted the yellow-faced monk lying on the ground, then casually put away all the spirit puppets, arched over to report the number to the blue-clothed monk, and jumped out of the ring excitedly.

Seeing Wen Ruoxuan win, Wang Li immediately stepped forward and said, "Congratulations to Miss Wen for winning the third game, give, this is the 40,000 spirit stones that I said I would lend you first." Wang Li stretched out his hand and handed a mustard seed bag to Wen Ruoxuan, who was a little excited.

Seeing this, Wen Ruoxuan hurriedly took the mustard seed bag happily and said, "Thank you, Brother Wang Li, when I have saved enough spirit stones, I will return it to you immediately." After speaking, Wen Ruoxuan carefully pinned the mustard seed bag to the small belt.

"It's okay, you have to pay me back." Wang Li replied with a smile.

In the following time, the remaining monks had finished the competition, and successfully selected forty-five monks who were eligible to purchase the baptism place.

Wang Lihuan glanced at it and found that the white-faced old man in his seventies had also successfully won three games in a row and obtained the qualification to purchase a place in the Spirit Washing Pool.

This is still going to the foundation building realm at an old age, and the chance of success in foundation building is basically very small, but Wang Li admires the perseverance of this old man.

There were still five places left, and several Spirit Puppet Sect Foundation Building Monks discussed for a while, and also selected five monks with good performance from those monks who failed in the competition.

What was a bit surprising was that among the five Spiritual Puppet Sect Foundation Cultivators who had selected the supplementary monks, the red-haired strong man who had been defeated by Wang Li was also among them. But it's right to think about it, the strength of this red-haired strong man is outstanding among these monks, and it is not surprising that the monks of the Spirit Puppet Sect can pick him.