The old man was dressed in a cyan robe, and he was the dean of the True Spirit Academy, a real person in the forging pill period, Xuan Yong.

This Xuanyong Daoist has an amiable and approachable appearance, and he is very respected by the disciples and professors of other courtyards. I saw him standing in the ring, and there were two middle-aged monks dressed as Taoists standing beside him.

Xuanyong Dao Chang smiled and said: "The disciples have cultivated hard, and you have led the team of immortals to make great contributions!"

All the immortal elders hurriedly thanked him.

Daoist Xuan Yong pointed to the two people beside him and said, "I want you to know these two people, but I am afraid that the disciples below do not know each other, so I have to introduce them." “

After that, he pointed to the tall and thin monk on his left and said, "This is Xuan Su Zhenren." Then he pointed to the red-faced monk on the right and said, "This is the real person of Xuan Ce." ”

All the disciples were taken aback in their hearts, they were actually two real people!

These disciples are the only real people in the forging pill period in the other courtyard on weekdays, and Dean Xuanyong is also rare to see, and most of the disciples have only seen them once in the five-year competition. This time, there were actually three real people here, how could it not make all the disciples excited? If they performed well in the big competition and were favored by any real person, they would immediately become inner disciples, and the hemolysis period was in sight.

Lu Ping looked at the three real people on the stage, although he admired it extremely in his heart, but he kept a trace of clarity in his heart, the three real people came to a big competition of blood refining period monks, it seems that this big competition is really extraordinary!

It's just that what Lu Ping can't figure out is that there is something that can make the real people in the Forging Dan Stage pay attention to the competition of these little blood refining cultivators?

After more than 200 disciples draw lots, they will fight each other, and the competition location will be in eight small rings, and the top 128 will be determined in the first round, and the top 64 will be decided on the first day of two rounds.

Eight small rings raised small shields, and Lu Ping knew that this was the use of a formation to avoid attacks below the hemolysis stage from accidentally injuring people outside the ring.

In each ring, an immortal chief in the hemolysis period presided over the competition.

Xuan Yong Zhenren was not verbose, and directly announced the start of the big competition, and the disciples went to the jar with red and blue bamboo sticks under the central ring to draw lots.

Lu Ping didn't expect his luck to draw a bye, but he didn't draw seniors like the eighth and ninth layers of blood refining, after all, more than half of these more than 200 people were cultivators of the seventh layer of blood refining.

Lu Ping's opponent in the first round was a disciple of the middle stage of the seventh layer of blood refining in the twelfth team, this disciple looked younger than Lu Ping, about fifteen years old, thin and tall, with a hint of arrogance on his childish face.

Li Sheng does have the ability to be proud, he is only fifteen years old this year, and he has already reached the middle stage of the seventh layer of blood refining, he is not only talented in cultivation, but he is no worse than other disciples in terms of hard work. Not only the family, but even the Immortal Leader of the Fang Team praised him for having almost no problems entering the hemolysis stage.

There are five geniuses among the second-level disciples, they are Lin Sheng of the first team, Zhao Wolf of the fifth team, Shi Lingling of the seventh team, Leng Qian of the fourteenth team, and Qian Fei of the eighteenth team.

Li Sheng has always thought that he is the only "sixth show" of these five people, this time Dabi heard the rich rewards of the sect, and the family even prepared a good low-level magic weapon for him, as well as a lot of talismans, which can be described as rich, and he himself is even more ambitious, and he feels that even if he meets a senior of the eighth layer of blood refining, he can win the battle, even if he is an ordinary disciple of the ninth layer of blood refining, it is not impossible to fight.

So when this ordinary sixteen or seventeen-year-old seventh-layer disciple of blood refining stood in front of Lu Ping, Li Sheng naturally thought that this was a stepping stone for him to advance to the next round.

Lu Ping looked at this half-old child, smiled for no reason, took out his high-level magic soldier, put a "Blood-Dissolving Bone Refining Sword" hand-holding style, and said to Li Sheng: "Senior brother, please!"

Li Sheng looked at Lu Ping actually using this set of basic swordsmanship, it can be seen that he is also an ordinary disciple with no family history, and the contempt on his face is even worse, "Boom", he showed off a top-level magic weapon, and put on a set of kung fu starting styles handed down by the family, and secretly thought, his father said that the power of this set of "Storm Twenty-four Swords" in the blood refining period is quite considerable, and ordinary disciples like him who have no background are afraid that they have not even heard of this set of swordsmanship.

Lu Ping really hadn't seen this set of swordsmanship, but he just looked at this little monk who was like a child showing off his toys, and felt very ridiculous. But he still perceived the dangers contained in this unfamiliar sword style.

The top-level magic weapon in Li Sheng's hand flashed, and a white light flashed like a practice, and Lu Ping suddenly felt that a mana was hidden in the white light emitted by the magic soldier, and it quickly came towards his face, the move was not old, and his face had been cut painfully.

Lu Ping responded calmly, turned around and dodged this white light, and the magic weapon in his hand was also a sword qi that slashed back towards Li Sheng's wrist.

Li Sheng didn't care at all, relying on the sharpness of the magic soldiers, he put Lu Ping's magic soldiers to the side, pinched a trick with his left hand, and at the same time chanted a word in his mouth, a flame rose up, and when Lu Ping's magic soldiers were separated, he was caught off guard.

Unexpectedly, the two magic soldiers connected, and Li Sheng suddenly felt that a strong mana was transmitted to his own magic soldiers, and his strength was weak for a while, not only did he not set up the opponent's magic soldiers, but he was pushed back by this force for two steps before dissolving.

The flame trick in his hand was rushed by this mana, and it was deflected, and it was easily dodged by Lu Ping, and the flames that burst out made Lu Ping blow away with a simple breeze trick.

The look of contempt on Li Sheng's face suddenly subsided a lot, this person's mana is so strong, it is not under him, it seems that there are a dozen. However, thinking of the net worth in his storage bag, Li Sheng suddenly became a lot more confident.

Lu Ping looked at a soybean-sized gap cut out of the blade of the top-grade magic soldier sword in his hand, and couldn't help but smile a little bitterly on his face, this magic soldier had only been in his hands for three months, and he had only been fighting twice, and he had suffered such a heavy blow.

The magic soldiers in Li Sheng's hands were horizontal, and they attacked again, a set of "Twenty-four Swords of the Wind" was faster than a sword, and a sword was as fast as a sword, and at the same time, the spells in his hand were better than one another, and occasionally a few talismans were mixed in it, and he hit Lu Ping with his head and face.

Lu Ping was really a little in a hurry for a while, the opponent's swordsmanship was like a storm crossing the border, it was simply pervasive, and it was also mixed with flame tricks, ice spells, wind blade tricks, golden sword tricks, giant wood tricks and other spells, when he finally relied on a solid foundation to get a little respite, before he could counterattack with a move and a half, the other party made up for it again.

Lu Ping looked at the low-grade or even medium-grade blood refining talismans, and hit him as if he didn't want money, just like a piece of spirit stone squirreling in front of his eyes, and scolded the loser in his heart.

"Fortunately, this Li Sheng is still a little sensible, and he didn't treat the top-grade talisman as a drift. Just as Lu Ping sighed, an ice blade talisman exploded in front of him, and the huge spiritual power fluctuations startled Lu Ping, and he couldn't wait to slap himself and scrape his ears, this was clearly a high-grade talisman.

The cold air, before the three crystal clear ice blades hit him, had already frightened the cold hair on Lu Ping's body to stand up.