In the early morning of the next day, the sky was slightly bright, Wang Xian took care of the work from the night of pranayama with his eyes closed, looked at the sky, and said that the morning was about to erupt, and it seemed that today was not a sunny day, but a sunny day.

Today, Wang Xian's group has two rounds of competition, and the competition still starts at seven o'clock. Wang Xian's first competition soon came into turn, hearing the sound of the beginning of the announcement, Wang Xian jumped into the formation, only to see that the opponent was a thin and tall middle-aged man in a green robe, with an elegant and dignified demeanor, a decent demeanor, holding a jade flute, the two sides hugged their fists and saluted, and then they fought.

This middle-aged man's green jade flute is as warm as jade, and its spiritual power is a high-grade spiritual weapon, and the jade flute touches Wang Xian's golden sword, as if a diamond is smashed on the sword, and not a single mark is left, and it does not fall behind at all. Although Wang Xian's Xuantian swordsmanship was slightly inferior, it was also worthy of the enemy. While the middle-aged man was wielding the jade flute, his fingers kept playing on the flute hole, and the jade flute made a screaming sound under the vigorous blowing of the dancing qi.

Wang Xian only felt that this scream was like crying, and in a trance he felt that life was unsatisfactory **, and heaven and earth were unkind and all things were dogs. I feel that the path of cultivation is difficult, the kinship is severed, there is no end in sight, I leave home at a young age, I can't fulfill my filial piety, and my parents don't know what to do, so why bother.

Just as he was about to deeply feel his life experience, and his body seemed to be more and more sluggish, a hot heat came into his brain from the ring on his finger. Wang Xian was startled, and the original sadness suddenly disappeared without a trace.

It turned out to be the Qiankun pen tip in the ring, the unicorn hair channeling, felt the invasion of a sonic wave gong that was demonic in the heart, and suddenly stimulated a wave of heat from the ring into Wang Xian's mind, burning Wang Xian's consciousness of the sound wave gong by mistake.

Although the Qiankun pen is hidden in the storage ring, it is connected with the ring when refining, and it is a complete set of talismans, which is very different from other magic weapons in the ring, and the ring does not interfere with each other.

At this time, I saw a trace of yin fowl flashing in the sneering eyes of the green-robed man, and a ray of green light shot out from the flute shadow, shooting directly at Wang Xian's lower abdomen dantian. For cultivators, as long as the heart and brain are not injured, the lower abdomen is generally not injured, but it is inevitable to be seriously injured if it is shot through, especially in the dantian, where a body of mana originates from the dantian, and piercing will be abolished as a mortal.

This middle-aged man in the green robe had observed Wang Xian's fight in advance, and felt the danger of Wang Xian's talisman, and he shrewdly grasped the weakness of the talisman caster. After all, the caster will only take a moment to cast the talisman when he senses that the situation is unfavorable, so that the warm boiled frog will charm the other party, and then the unexpected plot is really impossible to prevent.

After Wang Xian was startled, he dodged to avoid the green light, and a long green cone narrowly grazed the belly of Wang Xian's dantian, shot to the ground, and then flew back into the jade flute in a big circle after bounced.

Wang Xian couldn't help but be furious, his surname was Chunliang, and he was naturally disgusted by this kind of ruthless play. In fact, the winner of the cultivation realm is king, and it is not uncommon to be ten times more ruthless than this style of fighting, and it is not surprising that monks with rich fighting methods are not surprised. In the group at the end of Qi refining, where Ren Xing was located, this kind of play often appeared, but Wang Xian hadn't gotten used to it all of a sudden.

He decided not to be polite any longer, and immediately cast two low-level mid-grade talismans in a row, the golden whip talisman and the fire sparrow talisman shot towards the middle-aged man in the green robe in an arc, one left and one right, and he also swung his sword to stab at it.

At this time, the three attacks were fired at the same time, which made the middle-aged man frightened, and he used all his strength to block the golden whip on the right, and at the same time flew out of the green cone and shot at the fire finch on the left, and his body retreated sharply to dodge Wang Xianjin's sword. Wang Xian snorted, and the sword momentum was unstoppable, stabbing at the jade flute in the hand of the blue-robed man.

When the green-robed man blocked the golden whip with all his might, the green cone also shot the firesparrow. He was about to dodge Wang Xian's sword momentum sideways, when the fire sparrow's body suddenly skyrocketed and changed into a fire crow several times larger, devouring the green cone in one bite, consuming the mana of the green cone and pulling it out of his stomach, and rushing towards the green robe man without stopping.

The green-robed man was shocked, the jade flute had just been blocked by the golden sword, and the fire crow rushed to him, and he had to dodge it, but the fire crow also chased after the green-robed man and pecked at the abdomen. This time he couldn't dodge, and the green-robed man could only wave his left hand to protect his abdomen. Seeing that his left hand was blocking the way, the fire crow spewed out a stream of flames from his mouth, and the flames instantly burned his left hand, and the aftermath was endless, burning the abdomen of the blue-robed man into a fist-sized black.

I only heard a scream, the wrist of the left hand of the blue-robed man had been burned, and the dantian of his abdomen had been burned black, and the person had been seriously injured, and his mana had been abolished, and he was reduced to a mortal in an instant.

Wang Xian's sword in his hand shot down his jade flute at the same time, and after the green cone lost its mana, it fell to the ground from the flames formed by the fire crow, and the two spiritual objects were put into the storage bag by Wang Xing. Wang Xian's victory and defeat had been decided, and the news of the verdict of the monk had also reached Wang Xian's ears, and the monk of Huatianzong entered the scene to snatch the moaning blue-robed man for treatment.

It turned out that when Wang Xian applied the fire bird talisman, he secretly hid a fire crow talisman, which is worthy of being a low-level high-grade talisman, which can freely change the size of the chaser to chase the enemy, and sneak attack the middle stage of qi refining with the mana at the end of qi refining, directly take the dantian, and govern his body with his own way. Wang Xian kept his hand this time, limited to the rules and could not take his surname, but he did not give him a chance to take revenge.

With the subtlety of Wang Xian's talisman technique, coupled with the deliberate cover-up, the only thing that can be seen outside the field is the few Huatian Sect foundation building period monks who paid attention to this competition.

Before the competition, Hua Tianzong had a rule that after defeating the opponent, he could use his strength to win the magic weapon in the opponent's hand, but he could not grab the storage bag, which was also to properly encourage both sides to show their strength and go all out. Of course, this often involves serious injury to the other party, and the risk is also very high.

Wang first returned to the group and glanced at everyone, everyone originally drew two games against him, one by putting charms, and one by dodging, without paying much attention, and even many people despised him, secretly thinking that it would be good to face him, at least it was a draw. But after this matchup, Fang knew that Wang Xian was not simple.

There is no soundproofing in the field, and the monks who are watching the battle are not weak, and they will not confuse the sounds of the fights. The flute of the middle-aged man in the green robe is really weird and difficult to deal with. Everyone was secretly shocked that Wang Xian defeated him so quickly, and they were also quite surprised when they saw the power of Wang Xian's talisman.

Before Wang Xian returned to the group, the green-robed man had been carried back to the group by the Huatianzong monks of this group and bandaged, and after the bandage, he stared at Wang Xian with resentful eyes, and was carried away from the group venue in pain and unwillingly, repeating a similar scene that often happened to the defeated monks in the past two days.

The strength of the cultivation realm is respected, the people in the green robe put the cone to plot that the king is first, and the king is the first to retaliate, everyone can see it, and there is nothing to say. As long as the king enters the sect first, no matter what the person's background is, his family sect will not easily dare to hit the stone with an egg, and it will not be happy to find it for the sake of a mortal.

The small Xiuzhen family or sect, in order to survive and grow, is also fiercely competitive internally, the strong are on the weak and the weak are down, mortals are among them, they are dust-like existences, not worth mentioning, even if there is a blood relationship, it is generally useless.