Elder Song, I wonder if this year's competition between you and my sects will follow the same rules as before?" Elder Wu asked with a smile on his face and a calm expression.
"Of course! The rules remain the same! Let's start with the disciples with lower cultivation levels first!"
"Okay! I wonder which disciple Elder Song wants to play in this first battle? What is the bet?"
"Hmph, my sect is still one hundred thousand immortal jade in this first competition! But I have a premise!" Song Yuan was halfway through his words when he suddenly looked at Elder Wu with a smile.
Elder Wu suddenly felt something was wrong. This Song Yuan was a cunning and treacherous person. It was probably not a good thing to propose a premise during the competition!
"I would like to hear the details!" Elder Wu remained silent and listened attentively.
"Haha, originally this first match was supposed to be a competition between disciples in the bigu stage, but I think your disciple is very powerful and seems to be something special. Why not let him fight with my disciple? You see
How about it?" Song Yuan looked at Wang Yi among the crowd and said with a slanted smile.
"I know that this old guy doesn't want to suffer a loss. Wang Yi's sharp words just now did not save him any face. Now he is still thinking about revenge. But she doesn't know how powerful this guy is. Haha, it's okay, it's you who wants to take it.
You can't blame me for this humiliation!"
Elder Wu thought silently in his mind, and then said with a shocked look, "Elder Song, isn't this unfair? Although this man is a bit arrogant, he is only at the Xuanzhao stage, how can he compete with the disciples at the Bigu stage?"
"Hey, that's wrong. This game is just a warm-up. If your disciple wins, the one hundred thousand immortal jade will be yours. If you lose, I won't take anything!"
"Is this true?" Elder Wu smiled immediately when he heard this, with a look of joy on his face.
"Seriously!" Song Yuan nodded, his eyes full of confidence.
"Well, I, Wang Yi, a disciple of the Liudan Pavilion of the Lanxian Sect, listen to the order! This elder orders you to fight! You must do your best and don't have any scruples!" The next moment, Elder Wu changed his words and shouted loudly with a serious expression.
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Wang Yi in the audience was slightly shocked when he heard these words, and a trace of fighting spirit appeared in his eyes. However, when he turned around and looked at Song Yuan on the stage, he immediately knew everything, and his heart was filled with confusion.
If trouble arises, if you show your strength, it will definitely surprise everyone, and even cause chaos in the sect, and eventually your identity will be exposed.
If he didn't win this first competition, the resentment in his heart would not dissipate. He was really in a dilemma. Wang Yi, who was standing there, shook his head, was stunned for a moment, then put his hands on each other and said indifferently.
"Disciple Wang Yi will do his best!" Following closely, Wang Yi walked calmly to the center of the field.
"Okay! Zhang Yue, who is in the Bigu stage, go and practice with him. If you lose, then go back to the outer sect!"
Elder Song on the stage saw Wang Yi standing in the middle of the field with a solemn face, and felt indescribably comfortable. This match was specially arranged by him to teach Wang Yi a lesson.
"Disciple Zhang Yue obeys the order!"
A burly, dark-skinned disciple of the Luoyun Sect shouted loudly, and then walked to the center of the field with a smile. He glanced at Wang Yi, and immediately smiled sideways, his eyes full of disdain.
feeling.
The other disciples in the audience have already started talking about it. After all, any disciple can see that this scene is the conspiracy of Elder Song of Luoyun Sect.
"It seems that this monk in the Xuanzhao period is going to die young!"
"He deserves it. He couldn't save him despite his duties, and now he has to fight against our second strongest disciple in the Bigu stage! It seems that today is the turning point in his life..."
"Ha ha ha ha·············"
"Do you think Senior Brother Wang can..."
"Hmph, it's not like you weren't there yesterday. This man is unfathomable. The disciples who fought against him must have suffered a disastrous defeat!"
"······"
"The competition begins!"
"Humph, Elder Song asked me to fight you just because he wanted me to teach you a lesson. I promise not to take your life!"
Zhang Yue looked at Wang Yi with a cold expression, and the next moment he rushed towards Wang Yi. He drew his sword with his right hand and swung it. Suddenly a very white light burst out, and the sound of the sword piercing the sky was heard in his ears.
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Wang Yi, who was standing on the spot, quickly frowned and kept retreating behind him. He must not expose his cultivation in this competition, otherwise it would definitely lead to disaster. He could see that Song Yuan was not a person.
A fuel-efficient lamp!
Although Wang Yi, who retreated continuously, was slightly less powerful, all the disciples looked dull. Their mouths were open, and their faces were full of shock. They saw the afterimage of Wang Yi's feet appearing, walking as fast as flying, like a flying swallow on the sea.
His movements were extremely agile and fast. Under the more tyrannical attack of this man, he showed a leisurely pace without any sense of crisis. On the contrary, his face was full of solemnity, and even his forehead was leaking.
Sweat.
He couldn't imagine that not only did his fast attack fail to attack Wang Yi, but his speed was limited. Every time he swung the sword, he swung it passively. He had lost the initiative, as if this was not a battle.
The competition is just like a show.
It was so shocking that Song Yuan, who was sitting on the stage, frowned when he saw this scene, and his eyes showed strong uneasiness and anger!
"Elder Wu, is this really a disciple of the late Xuanzhao period?"
"Why, do you suspect that there is something false in this? You are in the middle stage of Nascent Soul. If this kid has hidden his cultivation, can't you see it? How ridiculous! This kid is the only successor disciple of our Liudan Pavilion.
, he is even more of a genius. You chose him to compete with your disciples. You asked for this. I stopped you, but you insisted on competing. Then please ask Elder Song to watch the competition! Haha.
Ha ha········"
Elder Wu looked at Song Yuan beside him, and looked at Wang Yi meaningfully with a smile. Instantly, Song Yuan's face became elongated, his eyebrows were furrowed, and his face was full of anger.
He was filled with deep hatred inside.
"Boom!!!!"
A crisp roar suddenly erupted in the center of the venue. The sound was so loud that it spread throughout the entire venue, shocking all the disciples. They saw that the sharp sword that was being slashed out was broken in Wang Yi's hand.
There are several pieces, like leaves, dancing and fluttering in the strong wind.
The clanking broken swords kept colliding in the air, and the sound that erupted from the collision became more and more harsh. Zhang Yue's face instantly turned pale. The disdain on his face before turned into unimaginable panic at this moment.
, he quickly retreated tens of meters and looked at Wang Yi in shock.
It was like a ferocious cheetah that instantly transformed into a sick cat. He could only look at it in fear, but could not control the whole situation. Although Wang Yi had deliberately planned to explode his cultivation, there was still a gap in strength at this moment.
It's still a difference between cloud and mud.
"What···········"
"How is this possible? Senior Brother Zhang is in the late stage of Bigu Stage. This guy is also in the late stage of Xuanzhao. He is a whole different level. There should be no suspense. Why is there such a difference?"
"This person must have taken some miraculous medicine that improved his cultivation level in a short period of time, otherwise this phenomenon will never make sense!"
"Haha, it seems that the outcome has been decided. The identity of Junior Brother Wang is really hard to guess! In short, this person has a very good relationship with me in the sect, and he will definitely have a bright future in the future!" Su Yong, who was sitting in the crowd, thought to himself.
"Hmph, didn't you say you wouldn't take my life? Now you're here to take my life! You think you're strong, but you're nothing in front of me!"
Wang Yi still had an indifferent expression and cold words, but now he suddenly said such words, just to stimulate this disciple, so that he would not win so quickly, and let Song Yuan on the stage see what extent his strength had reached.
"You... are so brazen! Wait for me to change my sword and fight you again!"
Zhang Yue quickly checked the storage bag on his waist, and a silver long sword appeared in an instant. He quickly drew the sword out, mustering up all his strength, as if he was fighting for the best move, and he used all the immortal power in his body.
Immediately after the infusion, the sword buzzed, and a crack appeared on the blade. It was obvious that the sword had reached the limit it could withstand!
The next moment, Zhang Yue walked as fast as flying, and instantly arrived in front of Wang Yi with one step. He quickly waved the sharp sword in his hand, and a dazzling white light burst out instantly, and an extremely shocking impact hit Wang Yi at this moment.
Blast out.
Wang Yi, who was standing on the spot, saw that Yue Ning was fighting hard. This was already his last killing move. However, Wang Yi did not show any fear. Instead, his eyes emitted a strange light. He took a fancy to Yue Ning.
The immortal power on the blade is just at the late stage of the spinning period. What is missing is the absorption of external immortal power. However, the immortal power on the blade is the immortal power that has been purified by itself, so it is rare.
thing!
Wang Yi smiled sideways, took a few steps back with his feet, closed his left hand, clenched it into a fist, and opened it suddenly in the next moment. In an instant, Zhang Yue felt as if a powerful force was controlling his whole body.
His body unexpectedly moved backwards uncontrollably, and an extremely controlling force of repulsion erupted in front of him.
Several meridians all over his body broke in an instant. At this moment, Wang Yi quietly appeared in front of Zhang Yue. He slowly raised his right hand and landed on the sword, instantly absorbing the free energy.
Xianli.
"What? You can actually do this..."
Zhang Yue's whole body was shaken violently, and he felt that all the pores on his body had relaxed at this moment. The remaining immortal power in his body could not help but be absorbed into his body by Wang Yi.
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In just a short moment, Zhang Yue, who was floating in mid-air, was like a kite with its string broken, swaying in the wind, crashing to the ground, and fell heavily in the center of the field.
Wang Yi, who was floating in the air, had a look of comfort on his face. After a moment, he opened his eyes suddenly, turned around, looked at Song Yuan on the stage, smiled obliquely, shook his head repeatedly, and
He put his hands on each other, dropped them to the ground, and shouted loudly.
"Disciple Wang Yi has lived up to Elder Wu's trust!"
