The first round of the Lingshan Competition was held at the trial ground of Tai Cang Pavilion Jiutian Xuanyu. There were five groups at a time. Just click on them. The person who was kicked out of the trial ground was counted as zero points. The winner was given one point. Each person
Participate in ten games, and those who score less than five points will be eliminated, and the top two hundred people will be selected based on their score rankings.
There were about a thousand people in this competition. Su Bai looked at the cards in his hand and couldn't help but smile.
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The games he was scheduled to play were all in the afternoon, and he would join in the fun with the crowd in the morning.
Xing Wuya stroked the fan gently. This time he brought a feather fan with him, smiling brightly.
Su Bai saw Xing Wuya, nodded and said, "Why don't you use the folding fan? Instead of a feather fan?"
He remembered a sentence, a man with a majestic appearance, a feather fan and a turban, and while talking and laughing, the force of his hand was wiped out into ashes. Xing Wuya was the person mentioned in this sentence.
"Just click on it. Besides, I have no intention of competing. No matter whether I win or lose, I will set foot on the Qingtian Star Territory as a guide."
"I thought I was the one who got the nod, but I didn't expect you to be the one who got the nod." ??
Su Bai recently felt that Xing Wuya was about to break through. The spiritual power around him was a little restless, as if it was stuck in a bottleneck period.
I wanted to ask Xing Wuya if he needed help, but Xing Wuya said, "Recently, Tianyan Soul seems to be a little unstable. I'm wondering if it has something to do with the impending breakthrough... Moreover, during this restless period,
I can’t see through many people anymore.”
After saying that, Xing Wuya pointed at a person on the nearest trial field.
"He is surrounded by black energy, impetuous, and bound to fail, but I can't see his future."
Su Bai frowned. It was normal for Xing Wuya not to be able to see him clearly. Besides, the two had known each other for so long, and Xing Wuya seemed to be someone who could not see clearly.
This is strange.
This incident did not affect the two of them for long, but they focused on watching the game.
Although Su Bai's realm is still in the middle stage of divine transformation, the Canglan Star Territory is not complete either.
Even though they are ordinary people, some people will stand out.
After a while, a gentle scholar-looking man appeared on the stage, delicate and elegant, and his opponent was indeed a strong man with a pagoda knife in his hand.
The strong man was a head taller than the scholar, and he was full of muscles. When he saw the scholar coming on the stage, the corners of his mouth raised, "Hey, did you make a mistake? Your little bones are not big enough for me to punch you."
The scholar bowed slightly, "I'm Wen Jiangming, please give me your advice."
He didn't seem to hear the strong man's words, so he bowed three more times, respectfully, making the strong man laugh.
"Wen Jiangming? He seems to be a Confucianism cultivator. The strong man next door seems to be mainly skilled in swordsmanship. I think his strength is pretty good."
Qitian, who was paying attention on the stage, narrowed his eyes. He felt that this Confucian cultivator seemed to be interesting.
Su Bai looked at the strong man and smiled. What a good guy, this man named Wen Jiangming had already offered incense to the strong man, and that stupid big guy didn't even know it yet.
Su Bai poked Xing Wuya and whispered, "Who do you think will win? I'll beat the Confucian cultivator."
Xing Wuya sighed, "That Confucian cultivator is indeed interesting, and I like him too."
In the world of cultivation, there are countless practitioners, who are roughly divided into spiritual cultivation, that is, normal human cultivation, demon cultivation, demon cultivation, Confucianism cultivation, ghost cultivation, etc. Confucianism cultivation is an extremely rare sect of cultivation, and its strength...
It's really rubbish.
With this time spent, it would be better to write more poems.
To be precise, the weapons of Confucianism cultivators are pens, inks, paper and inkstones. This thing is fine for wording, but it seems a bit fussy to use it to fight and kill people.
"Let's watch the game." Xing Wuya knew that Su Bai was interested in this fan.
The strong man rubbed his hands by mistake and raised
He stood up and swung the fifty-pound sword beside him towards the ground, causing the whole place to tremble.
If the scholar was not familiar with it, he was shaken to the point of losing his balance. The strong man looked at him and laughed. Not only the strong man, but also the other spectators burst into laughter.
Wen Jiangming slowly took out a nanmu writing brush, and the strong man raised his eyebrows, "Is this your weapon? Don't tell me later that I bully a weak scholar who has no strength."
There was a slow contempt in his tone.
Even the people in the audience cheered.
"Yeah, go down, don't get slapped to death later."
"Harm, why are you asking for trouble!"
Wen Jiangming ignored the voice below, raised his brush and said, "Please."
The strong man was careless and did not regard Wen Jiangming as his opponent. He moved his sword, followed by bloody shouts, and the atmosphere instantly rose.
This strong man's level is at most a quick Nascent Soul person.
Su Bai didn't take this kind of person seriously, he was just curious about whether Wen Jiangming's small body could bear it.
The strong man let out a deep roar, and the pagoda knife clanked as it slashed towards Wen Jiangming's head and face. The sound of howling wind made those who watched frightened.
The scholar cleverly avoided it, and the strong man didn't touch him no matter how he attacked, and he couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.
"Damn it, if we fight, we'll fight. What kind of man are we hiding?"
When Su Bai heard this, he almost died laughing.
Look at the figures of the two of them, this strong man is not ashamed to say this.
When Wen Jiangming heard the sound, he immediately stopped in front of the strong man. The strong man lowered his sword and attacked Wen Jiangming head-on. He was about to touch him before he saw it, and sparks flew out from the friction!
I saw Wen Jiangming raising his pen, and a spiritual energy flashed around him. He was writing something wantonly in the air with his pen, and the air was filled with
The font is beautiful and powerful in ink color.
Good words are good, but they can't withstand the sword of a strong man.
Just when everyone was about to sigh, the strong man was suddenly kicked out of the training ground, hit the wall with a bang, vomited a mouthful of blood, and looked at Wen Jiangming in shock.
The scholar saluted respectfully. All this happened so fast, it was all gone with just one move!
Su Bai saw clearly that this scholar's ink was lethal, and seemed to be different from other Confucian cultivators. His attacks were extremely fierce.
What he just wrote in the air is "Don't judge a book by its cover!"
Xing Wuya clapped his hands to express his excitement. Wen Jiangming glanced at him and then left the show calmly.
Later, the scholar had two or three more games and won them all. The solution was all solved in one move. His level was probably around Yuanying.
Su Bai had to express curiosity about Wen Jiangming.
"This guy is really interesting."
"It's your turn." Xing Wuya patted Su Bai on the shoulder.
Su Bai lazily jumped onto the trial platform, looked at the person in front of him and said calmly, "I'll give you a chance. You can go down by yourself. It's not a joke for me to do it later."
The man curled his lips and said, "Who do you look down on?"
"I'm just a friendly reminder." Su Bai shook his finger.
The man who was angry, without saying a word, roared towards Su Bai with a flame, wiping Su Bai's face.
"Very good, boy... you have attracted my attention." Su Bai didn't even try to hide. Isn't this person asking for trouble?
The subtext is, I will play with you well.
The flames were fierce and burning unbridled on the ground. Moreover, the level of this fire was not low, but it was a pity that it could not hurt Su Bai at all.
"Bring your horses over here!" the man shouted, his momentum was as strong as anyone else's.
This chapter has been completed!