The Sword Sect set up a special rest area for the disciples participating in the competition, with eight cushions on the left and right sides of the arena.

According to the Sword Sect, there is a small energy array under these eight cushions, which can accelerate the recovery of true energy when sitting on it.

Obviously, the Sword Sect also considered the impact of continuous combat.

Sixteen disciples, eight groups of disciples, divided into two groups and walked off the ring.

The little Taoist Li Zi and the little monk Duoluo held hands, shook their short legs, and walked down.

Li Zi frowned, "Hey, I'm going to fight again, I won't even fight."

Doro's eyes lit up, "A coincidence, I won't."

Li Zi glanced at him, "You are stupid, I am kind."

Doro tilted his head, "Do your master always tell you about compassion?"

Li Zi looked at him with some depression, "You are the second time to play, you can't fight, are you in a hurry?"

When Doro heard this, he was worried and his tears seemed to burst into pieces.

At this time, a pair of hands gently patted his shoulder from behind, and Doro and Li Zi looked up together.

Yun Luo smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'm only in the second realm, I'm not afraid."

Doro was surprised, "Hey, it's really the second realm. How did you get to the top?"

Li Zi rolled her eyes to the sky, "What were you doing just now?"

Doro said timidly: "I was afraid when I caught ants on the ground before, and then I was thrown on the stage."

Yunluo smiled warmer, "Don't be afraid, you can do it."

After saying that, he patted Li Zi on the shoulder and turned around and walked away.

Li Zi and Doro respectfully bowed in their own way, walked back to the futon and sat down.

After being interrupted by Yun Luo, Doro's face improved a lot by then.

Bai Qingyue had already walked off the arena and sat down beside Chen Qingfeng. Chen Qingfeng said sincerely: "Junior brother, thank you for your hard work."

Bai Qingyueqiang smiled and shook his head, with a strong sense of worry in his eyes.

Chen Qingfeng wanted to speak but stopped, but in the end he just sighed. This kind of thing was more wrong and shutting up was more effective than comforting.

After a deacon of the Sword Sect came on stage and announced some clichés to pay attention to it, Wei Xingyao and a disciple of the Sword Sect named Su Mu walked onto the arena.

Su Mu has relaxed his steps. In the years, Qingxi Sword Pool has only two or three famous players, and there is no Wei Xingyao.

For Su Mu, an outstanding disciple of the Sword Sect who is already a little famous among the new forces in the cultivation world, not those, it means that he seems to be able to start thinking about his opponents in the next round.

Just after both sides stood still for a few breaths, Su Mu, who was lying on the ground and vomiting blood, began to regret his underestimation of the enemy. He looked at the other party with disbelief and roared: "You are not from Qingxi Jianchi, who are you?"

The whole scene was quiet.

Wei Xingyao did not look at him, bowed to each other, and walked off the arena silently as the disciples of the Sword Sect.

Chen Qingfeng felt a sense of ingenuity in his heart, and looked at Chai Yupu inquiringly. Chai Yupu stood up and said, "It's like a fake. In front of his fellow disciples in the world, how dare Chai do that stupid thing to replace the pillars."

Pei Zhen stroked his chin and asked Lu Qi quietly: "Junior Sister Lu, have you heard of that Wei Xingyao?"

Lu Qi shook his head, Cui Zhi knew in his heart that if even the Lu family that was close to him had never heard of Wei Xingyao's name, and this person was so strong, it must be that Qingxi Jianchi had planned to hide it until now.

On the viewing platform, Chen Qingfeng, Bai Qingyue, Yan Jinghan and others naturally thought of this, thinking about what Chai Yupu wanted to plot against.

Zhou Mo was still immersed in his thoughts.

The deacon of the Sword Sect helped Su Mu, who was still unwilling to shout, to help him.

Leng Bingyang walked onto the ring from the other end. The little monk Doro got up unwillingly at the urging of the deacon of the Sword Sect, clasped his hands to Yun Luo and Li Zi, bowed slightly, and then walked onto the ring step by step, making Li Zi sigh.

The Leng Bingyang's tall figure and the little monk Chengliang's bald head combine to give a particularly magical feeling.

Everyone in the field woke up from the shock brought by Su Mu's crisp defeat just now. Seeing this scene, they couldn't help laughing.

Such laughter made Leng Bingyang a little embarrassed.

As a top-ranked master in the Three Realms of the Sword Sect, bullying a young monk who looks so weak, Leng Bingyang is dedicated to the Tao, and it is also a bit tricky in the public eye, but the next thing makes it even more difficult for him to do.

After saluting each other, the young monk sat down cross-legged, folded his hands in front of his chest, looked at Leng Bingyang with a look of home, and said, "Please make a move."

Leng Bingyang: "..."

He couldn't even figure out whether it was a provocation or a genuine person.

The surroundings were silent, and gazes were like rays on their backs. Leng Bingyang breathed a sigh of relief. The true energy moved all over his body. The sword in his hand suddenly shook, and a gust of coldness was emitted. The energy of heaven and earth swarmed towards him, and pointed at the tip of the sword, turning into giant elephants, roaring towards the little monk.

As far as I saw, there seemed to be wind and snow all over the sky, mixed with the cold wind, wrapping the little monk's figure, drowning, disappearing, leaving only the roar of a giant elephant.

Bai Qingyue nodded slightly. Leng Bingyang was practicing on his mountain. He would also give some guidance on weekdays. It is obvious that he has touched a trace of true meaning of "Yuanchi Wax Elephant". It is not the huge and ferocious elephant transformed by vitality, but the ubiquitous vastness and coldness.

Suddenly, a sound of gold and iron fighting came out, followed by a little golden light slowly lit up and gradually amplified. In a golden bell-shaped true energy light cover, the monk sat upright, his eyes closed, and he was muttering.

Leng Bingyang couldn't help but widen his eyes. Is it a fight like this? Blocking it is blocking it. Could it be that he keeps attacking himself? Let him slash and thorn?

As a sword cultivator, Leng Bingyang was told about the various auras of the sword cultivator at a very young age, especially that, which has the greatest killing power.

He snorted coldly, since you are so arrogant, no wonder my subordinates are ruthless.

As the sword points, the wind and snow rise again, and the sound is still the same.

But after a few swords, he leaned on the ground with one hand with his sword, looking in disbelief at the light that was still stable and did not shake at all, and the little monk with a calm expression in it.

But at this moment, the little monk suddenly opened his eyes, "You have hit me for so long, it's my turn."

Leng Bingyang was delighted. He actually had complete sword power. But he had a sudden idea just now and deliberately showed weakness. The little monk was indeed deceived.

Leng Bingyang quietly accumulated his strength, and his fingers holding the hilt turned slightly white because of the force, waiting for the moment when the little monk removed the light cover and attacked him.

Immediately afterwards, his eyes suddenly widened, and a golden bell-shaped light shield in his pupils suddenly enlarged, and then he was hit by a blow and fell off the ring.

The crowd under the ring quickly dodged a blank space, Leng Bingyang lay on the ground, looking at the blue sky, with an unwilling face and murmured: "This is unreasonable."

It also feels unreasonable, and there are many leaders on the viewing platform. Not only is the protection of this bell-shaped light shield so exaggerated, it can be used as a weapon to attack. It can still be protected while the user attacks. Isn’t it impossible???

As the leader of the five sects, Chen Qingfeng, Yan Jinghan and others naturally have different experiences. All monks above the third level of the True Yuan Mask can activate it, but this Buddhist disciple can actually practice it to be able to control and release it freely, and be solid and solid, which is absolutely extraordinary.

The eyes floating towards the Buddhists standing one after another were naturally taken seriously. They had some new ideas about this mysterious sect that had always been concerned about the things on the mountain, but had silently developed at the foot of the mountain. As for good intentions, they were still afraid, or otherwise, there were many dirty things in this world. Since the leader of Buddhism was willing to show off, they must have considered it carefully.

The big bald man stood there, folded his hands together, responding to the eyes, and his heart was filled with piety. In the fundamental scriptures of the sect, the Buddha had predicted that there would be great changes in this life that had not been seen in a thousand years, so he had to show up. As for the next thing, there were also solutions to deal with it. Just wait for this matter and make detailed arrangements after returning to the mountain gate.

The little monk stood on the ring, folded his legs in all directions, and then went downstairs to the ring.

Li Zi, the little Taoist boy, was already waiting there early, patted the little monk's bald head with satisfaction, and gave him a thumbs up, "Not bad."

The little monk raised his chest slightly and smiled shyly. Li Zi raised his face again, "No pride!"

The little monk nodded, lowered his head and walked back to the cushion silently.

Pei Zhen, Cui Zhi, Lu Qi, Fu Tianqi and others looked at each other and murmured: "This means."

"The two disciples who have already fought in the Sword Sect have been destroyed." Cui Zhi took the conversation coldly, and could still hear a hint of worry in her tone.

Lu Qi also echoed: "It's still a fragile defeat with almost no suspense."

Fu Tianqi sighed, and you said everything you should say, making me seem a little stupid.

In the third battle, Gran fought against a disciple of the Sword Sect, and in the fourth battle, Wang Heng of the Wang family fought against a disciple of the Sword Sect.

As a result, all the disciples of the Sword Sect who were watching breathed a sigh of relief.

Both disciples of the Sword Sect defeated their opponents after a hard battle, slightly protecting the face of the Sword Sect. The results of two wins and two losses will not be too shabby.

However, Chen Qingfeng and Bai Qingyue in the stands, as well as the rest of the elders of the Sword Sect sitting around the viewing platform, all looked as usual, and quietly waited for the other party's hidden killing moves.

The passion aroused by two wonderful hard battles. The passionate disciples of the Sword Sect all turned their anticipated eyes to the fifth disciple of the Sword Sect, Liu Yuezhou, who was going to fight. The opponent he was facing was Li Zi, a little Taoist boy in Zixiao Palace.

Li Zi stood up and touched Doro's head, saying, "Take some luck, take some luck."

Doro didn't say anything. Li Zhichuan couldn't bear to watch it. He coughed lightly. Li Zi was like a cat with a stomped on his tail. His short legs swung rapidly and rushed to the ring.

With the lessons of the young monk Doro, no one in the field looked down on Li Zi because of his figure, but instead he was a little solemn.

Li Zi wailed in his heart, "It's not fun now. He didn't show off and slap in the face, and counterattacked and killed. What else is there to compare to this competition? Just announce the result directly."

Thinking of this, he looked at Doro with a resentful look, "It's all your fault."

Doro opened his ignorant eyes wide and was confused.

Li Zi's heart moved and had another idea, why not be a villain?

It's the kind of arrogance and hatred that makes people feel itchy. The more Li Zi thinks about it, the more excited he gets. When he was two or three years old, he liked to pester the senior brothers in Zixiao Palace to tell stories. It seems that it's good to be a big hero, and it's all the ones that make people remember the most.

Unfortunately, I am now seven or eight years old and no longer read those naive and clumsy stories, otherwise I would have designed a very infuriating plot.

With a strange smile, Li Zi's eyes turned and when he saw Yun Luo's gentle smile, he was immediately deflated. This guy is also from the Sword Sect. Forget it, let's save some face for them.

He had to force himself to salute Liu Yuezhou. Liu Yuezhou is also gentle in character and said politely: "There is a difference between old and young. Although Yuezhou is not necessarily your opponent, please take action first."

Li Zi sighed in her heart, and she became even more boring.

Unexpectedly, Liu Yuezhou was defeated, under the endless exquisite Taoist techniques of Li Zi.

Liu Yuezhou stood up with a sword, still smiling, "Good luck."
To be continued...