With the intense combat preparations between the two sides, three days passed in a flash.

Early in the morning, the morning light had not yet passed through the clouds and mist formation of Lingjian Mountain. The darkness before dawn was still shrouded in the Twelve Peaks of Lingjian, and the sky level of Piaomiao Peak was already crowded with people.

For Lingjian disciples who have always been on schedule, it is rare to get up early, but in order to witness the fight between the two sects, it is worth getting up early - with their cultivation level, it doesn't matter how many days and nights don't sleep.

The plan for the two factions to compete was announced the night before. The competition lasted for ten days. Three rounds of single-player battles were held in the first seven days, and the champion was finally decided. Then, the team battle was held after two days of rest. The rules for single-player battles were very simple. Each of the two factions had five people, four of whom were selected as substitutes, and they were eliminated in groups. The group list was as expected by most people.

Although the two factions claim that this list is randomly drawn, for those monks who have reached the level of Nascent Soul and Transformation of God, how could there really be any randomness in this world? Everything is so reasonable.

In the first round, Yue Yun faced with Zhaziye, Liulixian faced with Lu Qiancai, Wang Lu faced with Zhao Jiangyuan, Wen Bao faced with Ye Feifei, Yue Xinyao and Hai Yunfan as substitutes.

The matchup chart perfectly avoided the strong duel, but considering the second round of the matchup, it is not difficult to find that the Spirit Sword Sect seems to have used Wang Lu rather than Liulixian as its final trump card.

"Tsk, it turns out that the real ace is Wang Lu. Junior brother is right. Although his cultivation is not high, it is meaningless to measure his strength by cultivation. However, no matter how strong his Wuyinggong is, he is under the extinction divine thunder..."

On the Yunlu rooftop, Zhan Ziye's thoughts were all pulled by Wang Lu's affairs, and he didn't even notice that his opponent had already walked onto the stage amid the cheers of the spiritual sword disciples below the stage.

Looking at the opponent in front of him, Yue Yun smiled helplessly. There was no way, this was his life as a cannon fodder. His cultivation level was quite good among the disciples of the inner sect at the same time, but he could not even be seen by the chief disciples of the Wanfa Immortal Sect.

However... this is a matter of course. I have been practicing in the mountains for nearly eight years, and my cultivation is only the best grade of Qi training. The majestic palace in the inner palace has just taken a corner, and it is still one or two years before the realm of the Jade Mansion that is connected to the inside and outside. The young man in front of me has only taken eight years to go a long way on the road to foundation building. Whether it is the level of magic power cultivation, the level of martial arts, etc., and even various miscellaneous learnings, Zhan Miya is far above him.

A day ago in Tengyun Hall, Master Liu Xian made a judgment that if he fought with Zhan Miye, his chances of winning were less than 10%, and this was the result of the efforts of the elders of Tianjian Hall.

Of course, if you really disdain to win at all costs, there are still many methods. The Spirit Sword Sect does not have as many classics as the Immortal Sect, but there are always a few sets of immortal-level forbidden methods, at the cost of innate life, at the cost of future cultivation, and at the cost of the inner demon oath, there are many such methods. However, at that point, the Spirit Sword Sect has already lost without fighting - they have not even found out the trump card, and the underwear has been lit up here. Isn't it a loss?

However, even though he knew he would lose, Yue Yun still had a boiling fighting spirit. His opponent was the chief of the Immortal Sect of All Dharmas. He was one of the best geniuses in the entire world of immortal cultivation. It would be normal for him to lose... So, just take out all his strength and fight happily.

"Hey, Junior Brother Yue Yun, what is your mentality?"

Just as Yue Yun was full of fighting spirit, a familiar voice came from the Yunlu rooftop.

"Senior Brother Wang Lu?"

"Tsk, you are so generous and calm about your loyalty. You admit defeat before the fight starts. And you admit defeat and it feels so good to admit defeat. How much are you? Junior brother?"

After being questioned by Wang Lu for a series of questions, Yue Yun could only spread his hands and smile bitterly: "But he is indeed inferior to others."

Wang Lu sneered: "If you admit defeat if you are not as strong as others, I have already lost 100 times in recent years. If you are not as strong as others, then use your brain to make up for it. I know you are not good at this. I have prepared a tip for you and use it as soon as possible. It may not be able to turn the tables and win, but it is always useful."

As he said that, he threw a mustard bag over. Yue Yun was about to open it, but he was stopped and said, "If you use it at critical moments, don't rush to dismantle it."

"oh."

After receiving the gift, Yue Yun felt a little calmer. At this moment, Zhan Miye finally came to his senses and looked at his opponent.

Yue Yun, the second level of Qi training, the earth-like spiritual root... Comprehensive evaluation is not enough. However, the lion also uses all his strength to fight the rabbit, so there is no need to leave him any chance. According to pre-war deduction, the opponent has more than 90% of the possibility. Out of cautious nature, it should be a ten-level concrete shield. The ten-level concrete shield is not sensitive to the five elements of generation and restraint, but there are three intermittent points for utilization when continuously urging the fortune. Secondly, combined with its magic power realm, spiritual root qualifications and other conditions, the peak time of the concrete shield is no more than one stick of incense, and it cannot cause the mana output to rise and fall many times in a short period of time, so it can easily tear its defense through a variable attack... However, these have nothing to do with me.

When there are too many means to exploit, the so-called weakness is irrelevant. People from the Immortal Sect of All Dharmas have always been good at making a big move, but when needed, one force can reduce ten times of success.

Thinking of this, the five thunder power began to sound in the Jade Mansion Thunder Pool in his body. When it was manifested, everyone saw Zhan Ziye's body begin to emit dazzling electric arcs, and the whole person floated up lightly, and the lightning light in his palm was rolling, containing the heart-pounding power of destruction.

On the rooftop, each of the two sects gave an elder as the referee. The Wanfa Immortal Sect naturally led the team leader Yuan Chaonian, while the Lingjian Sect chose Liu Xian.

Seeing Zhan Ziye's kung fu turning into thunder, Liu Xian frowned slightly: "Is this a thunder battle body? I'm afraid that it's already eighth level. I didn't expect that the disciples of your sect can practice the thunder battle body to this level by just building a foundation."

Yuan Chaonian smiled and nodded, but was secretly surprised in his heart. Zhan Miye has indeed mastered the eighth level of Thunder Battle Body, but now he only shows the sixth level of Kung Fu. In recent years, the sect has improved this martial arts, and the performance is quite different from the old version. I didn't expect that the elder of the Spirit Sword is not very high in cultivation, but his eyesight is so good.

"Yue Yun from the noble school is also good, with very solid basic skills. It can be seen that he has put a lot of effort into the body training period."

Liu Xian said: "Haha, as soon as the Thunder Battle Body of Killing Miya comes out, our Lingjian Sect's body-building period is like a child playing... Okay, let's not say much, they can start."

"Well, please give the order from Brother Liu."

The next moment, with the referee's order, the dazzling lightning on the Yunlu rooftop suddenly bloomed, like a scattered sun igniting on the rooftop. Many spiritual sword disciples watching around suddenly felt a flash in front of them.

The deafening and trembling sound of thunder followed closely, and the clouds rolled on the cloud platform, trying to resolve the shock force. After the rampage of this sound and light gradually subsided, the winner and defeat on the rooftop were almost decided.

The two of them were still standing on the rooftop, without changing their positions, but the lightning light from Zhan Miye's right hand was extinguished. On the other side, there was blood on the corner of Yue Yun's mouth and he coughed lightly.

The confrontation just now only lasted for one round, but the thunder in the palm of Miya easily penetrated Yue Yun's proud concrete shield. Although the power of the thunder in the palm of his hand was offset by the shield and did not cause any real damage, Yue Yun's shield was connected to the inner palace. After being defeated by one blow, the inner palace was shocked and the internal injury had been achieved.

While trying his best to use his magic power to repair the inner palace, Yue Yun sighed in his heart: This is just one round... And if he hadn't been careful and transported the concrete shield to the extreme, he would not be able to survive the first round just now.

When facing opponents from the Five Great Sects and retreated from all the privileges of famous disciples, Yue Yun finally realized intuitively how strong a true foundation-building cultivator would be, and that overwhelmingly powerful strength... was simply desperate.

Although Yue Yun still has various moves to use, looking at the lightning light that lighted up again in his right hand, he knew that the struggles were meaningless... There was no way. Now it seems that he had to put his hope on the gift sent by his senior brother.

If you don’t have to, there will be no chance. Thinking of this, Yue Yun opened the mustard bag, which only contained a scarf.

When Yue Yun took out the scarf, he was still stunned, but when he saw Zhan Ziye on the opposite side, he looked even more surprised. With a single soul, he almost couldn't even maintain the thunder battle body.

"This, is this familiar smell..."

Yue Yun was puzzled, but he saw a note in the mustard bag with the words: According to this...

"Uh, this is, this is the scarf for Senior Sister Liulixian to wipe her sweat. If you want it, just admit defeat."

After reading it, Yue Yun shook his hand and almost threw the scarf to the ground.

At the same time, there was silence on the rooftop. After a moment, a lively girl's voice echoed: "Ah, that's really the scarf I lost two days ago." Then she was blocked by unknown forces and could no longer speak.

After a long time, Zhan Miye on the stage said with difficulty: "What did you say?"

Yue Yun took a lot of determination before he persuaded himself to read it again: "If you want this scarf, just admit defeat."

"Are you kidding?"

Yue Yun's face was complicated: "This... I hope it's a joke, but."

At this moment, someone in the audience suddenly said, "Brother Zhan, you should consider it clearly. In this competition, what can you do if you pass the hurdles and kill the generals all the way to the end? You are already the chief of the sect and you won't get any more benefits, but this scarf will never have this store after passing this village."

Zhan Miye's eyes narrowed: "Who?"

The voices in the audience were illusory, obviously covered by special means. This place is the home court of the Lingjian Sect, and even Zhan Miye cannot tell the difference between his human beings.

"What else is there in this kind of communication activity besides vanity? Why do you need these false names to support the honor of the Immortal Sect of All Dharmas? How can your strength be obvious to all. Even if you lose, it will not damage your reputation. On the contrary, it can better show your sincerity, right?"

Zhan Ziye was stunned: "This..."

"I believe that no woman will reject such a strong, romantic, and sincere man, so how to choose, brother Zhan, please consider it carefully."

Zhan Ziye stared at the scarf in Yue Yun's hand and began to make a difficult choice.

Facing Zhan Ziye's burning gaze, feeling the silent atmosphere like death around him. Thinking of the thunder of Liu Xian, Fang He and other elders, Yue Yun was so angry that he couldn't cry.

Senior brother, you have killed me this time

But on the other hand, if Zhan Miye really admits defeat, it seems...

And at this moment, another person from the audience shouted: "Senior brother, don't fall into his plan."

Zhan Miye turned around and his face turned slightly red: "Junior Brother Yunfan? You, what are you kidding? How could I get into such a bad trick

That being said, his eyes were still on the scarf, and he was quite reluctant to leave.

Hai Yunfan shook his head helplessly and had to take out a prop that made the eldest brother dumbfounded.

Although the style of a square scarf is different from that of Yue Yun’s hand, it tastes the same.

"Where are you from...?"

Hai Yunfan sneered: "Just just now, Senior Sister Liuli is cheerful and generous. This scarf can be exchanged for two candies... Senior Brother, be good and obedient. When you win, I will give this scarf to you."

There was another silence on and off the stage. After a moment, the vague voice rang out in a little disappointed manner.
Chapter completed!