At this time, Wang Xian's tenth group, there were no other monks participating in this round of competition, but they all came to watch, this is a rare fierce battle. Because Wang Xian was still in this round of competition, they also meant to cheer for the monks in this group.

Wang Xian and the other monks who broke into the fifth round did not disappoint the onlookers, and basically shot with all their might. At this time, the monks who were still competing already knew a lot about the other opposing monks, so they saved the time to try, and in order to defeat the opponent, they prepared for today's final round, and went all out to attack as soon as possible.

Wang Qingfu also watched in a crowd of ten groups. Like the other monks, they couldn't help but admire Wang Xian when they saw him defeat his opponent again and break into the final round. At this time, he no longer had the regret of losing in the hands of Wang Xian, and he thought that with his own strength, it would be even more difficult to pass the last round, and Wang Xian seemed to be very possible.

The fifth round was very long, there were three hours, Wang Xian ended the competition in less than an hour and a half, in the group, he did not watch the competition, and used the remaining one and a half hours of the fifth round to meditate and breathe and restore mana.

The fifth round lasted two and a half hours, and the winner was decided. When he heard the sound of the presiding monk announcing the end of the fifth round, he stood up and went to the place where the monk was standing.

At this time, the whole team, including Wang Xian, gathered twelve people one after another. The seed monks that Wang Xian knew, except for Wang Qingfu, were all among them. Between the fifth and sixth rounds, there was half an hour of pranayama for the whole team, and everyone did not speak, but looked at each other a few times, and then meditated and pranayama together.

Half an hour later, the presiding monk announced the start of the sixth round of the competition.

Wang Xian listened to the list of twelve people and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. This time, he was facing Lu Jing, a ninth-level monk at the end of the sixth group of Qi refining, and he had a slight impression of the name, but he was not familiar with it, this person was not as famous as the stewards and deputy stewards of the first, second, and fourth groups.

Since there is no time limit for the last round, there is time, therefore, at the beginning of this round of matchups, most of them are like Wang Xian, who are attacking each other to preserve their strength.

Lu Jing used a mid-level mystic golden sword, Wang Xian swung three low-level mystical golden swords to resist, still felt that the pressure of the opponent's ninth layer at the end of qi refining was a bit too much, and he didn't want to consume too much mana, so he swung out a low-level high-grade golden gun talisman to assist. Wang Xian's three swords and one shot were all shot together, and he still had a slight upper hand, and Lu Jing's pressure was not small. But the two were still able to maintain an undefeated situation, so they fought like this.

In the first two rounds of the competition, Wang Xian knew that the opponent still had a mid-level Xuan Artifact Earth Sword, and the opponent also knew that Wang Xian also had a mid-level Xuan Artifact Earth Soil Stone. Therefore, none of them moved.

After two hours, the mana of both sides decreased, and only a little more than ninety percent remained. Wang Xian has also changed four golden gun talismans. That Lu Jing saw that Wang Xian seemed to have a lot of golden gun talismans, and casting the talisman did not cost any mana, and he knew that it would be difficult for him to win without breaking the deadlock.

I saw Lu Jing suddenly take out a pill from his arms and swallow it. It was only a breath of time, Wang Xian felt that the power of the method had increased dramatically, and it had increased by four or five percent in an instant, which was three or four percent higher than when he first started fighting, Wang Xian was shocked, and hurriedly waved two more golden gun talismans, three swords and three guns, to block the opponent's attack.

Wang Xian was shocked, secretly wondering what kind of elixir this was? It could actually increase mana by a few percent out of thin air? This was much stronger than the thousand-year-old spirit milk that instantly restored mana.

But he had also heard that this kind of elixir to improve mana on the spot, unlike meditating for a long time to refine medicinal power to increase mana, it is often a short period of overdraft of one's own mana, once the medicinal power time has passed, the mana will collapse badly, and the damage to the body will also take a long time to recover.

Wang Xian's plan had been decided, so he planned to consume it with the other party to see how long the medicinal power could last. Lu Jing saw that Wang Xian was able to throw out three talismans at the same time to assist, this net worth was really a headache, and I don't know how many talismans he could squander?

Lu Jing didn't have any other means except for the earth-based middle-level mystical sword, but if he swung the earth-based sword, the other party would definitely swing the earth-based mystical weapon accordingly. Lu Jing saw that the opponent had used up the three talismans in half an hour, and felt that the opponent should not be consumed, so he had to consume it with the king first.

After another two hours, Lu Jing saw that Wang Xian kept changing the golden gun talisman, which seemed to be endless, and his own elixir could only last for three hours, and after three hours, once the medicinal power disappeared, his own cultivation would drop two layers rapidly, to seven layers at the end of Qi refining.

Lu Jingyi gritted his teeth and swung out the second mid-level Xuanqi Earth Sword. I only felt a strong pressure, like a mountain to Wang Xian, Wang Xian had already prepared, and also swung out the moon mud stone, suddenly, the moon mud stone's whirlwind, the pressure of the earth sword, swirled, this rotation, the earth sword pressure can be withstanding, not only can not let the earth sword pressure weaken to nothingness, but also can block the earth sword pressure and no longer move forward.

Lu Jing saw that the earth sword attack was really ineffective, and the two earth-based mid-level magic weapons were still half a catty and eight taels. And the consumption of one's own mana is faster, and if it goes on like this, I am afraid that the medicinal power will not be able to support it for three hours, and I can't help but be secretly anxious, and my face is full of sadness.

Half an hour later, Wang Xian felt that Lu Jing's mana was slowly declining, and he couldn't help but rejoice, this was a sign that the other party's medicinal power was beginning to disappear.

After another breath of time, he saw that his magic power had actually dropped to the cultivation of the seventh layer at the end of Qi refining, Wang Xian was surprised and delighted, and attacked with three guns and three swords. At this time, Lu Jing was also weak, and was quickly knocked out of the mysterious weapon in his hand by Wang Xian's golden gun and golden sword, so he had to admit defeat.

The king first accepted the talisman, and also bowed and said, "Accept." "Wang Xian didn't go to collect the other party's defeated mystery, this competition is different from the entry competition, the opponent who was eliminated during the entry competition is not considered a disciple of the sect, so at that time, the sect was allowed to snatch the opponent's magic weapon, and this competition is just a selection, they are all the same door, naturally it is not allowed to openly snatch the magic weapon.

Wang went out of the battle first, so that he had time to see the situation of the other monks in the field. At this time, four pairs of monks had decided the winner, and like the other monks, they were watching from the sidelines, and there was another battle going on. Wang first saw that Sun Lei, He Xiaohong, Huang Jie and Dai Haijun had won, while Zhang Yuxun in the second group was still fighting fiercely with Ren Xing of the other group in the field.

Zhang Yuxun is a mid-level mystical golden sword, Ren Xing is a mid-level mystical golden sword, plus a low-level mystical golden sword and a low-level mystical golden sword. Ren Xing is the eighth layer at the end of Qi refining, which is two or three percent weaker than Zhang Yuxun's ninth layer, but with the help of Ren Xing's two extra low-level mysterious weapons, the two have a tie.

It's just that this draw is extremely unfavorable to Ren Xing, because Ren Xing's mana consumption is much greater than Zhang Yuxun's, and if this continues, Zhang Yuxun will win steadily.

Everyone is grinding each other, does Zhang Yuxun still have the means, deliberately not to use it, save his strength, and consume it until Ren Xing is defeated. Sure enough, another hour passed, and Ren Xing's mana was finally exhausted, and Zhang Yuxun's mid-level mystical golden sword, with one enemy and three, was powerful.

Ren Xing began to retreat in defeat, Zhang Yuxun took advantage of the victory to pursue, first knocked Ren Xing's low-level mystical golden sword, and then just a breath, and then knocked a low-level mystical weapon flowing golden mace, Ren Xing saw that the defeat was decided, waved his sword and retreated, and surrendered defeat.

In this way, the competition within South China Peak ended, and the monks of each group began to return to the sect one after another. Wang Xian's passage naturally made the tenth group of monks quite excited. Wang Qingfu, Guo Yuan, and other monks all gathered around him and congratulated him repeatedly.

In the past, the tenth group ranked at the bottom of the task list several times, and the cultivation of the group steward was also inferior to that of other stewards, and everyone felt quite disgraced. Now that this group also has a six-wheeled monk, it is natural that he has completely gotten rid of the title of the bottom, and he cannot be despised by other groups.

Now, Wang Xian can only be counted as a six-round monk, and no one knows whether he can pass the competition of inner and outer disciples and finally win the qualification for the trial. The trial competition of the inner and outer disciples has always been that the inner door has passed all the inner doors, and most of the outer doors have been eliminated, and this time everyone also estimates that the probability of the outer disciples passing the competition is only more than thirty percent.

Along the way, everyone began to talk about the inner and outer gate trials two days later, and I heard that in the other peaks of the outer gate, there are many peak powerhouses, and there are some famous disciples, who are not weaker than Sun Lei and He Xiaohong of this peak.