The ranking battle of the pill-forming stage is over, and Bai Meng won the eighth place in a row.
She had tried her best, but it hadn't been long since she had formed the elixir, and many of the spells were barely ready to be used.
"Well done." When receiving the reward, Wen Rujin encouraged, "You have only formed the elixir for a short time, and it is already very good to have such a record. Go back and keep working hard, and fight again next time."
Bai Menglian was extremely happy: "Thank you so much, Master."
When she retreated, she looked at Bai Mengjin.
Bai Mengjin gave a thumbs up.
Bai Menglian mouthed: It's up to you.
Bai Mengjin pursed his lips and smiled: "Okay!"
The Danjie disciples got off the cloud platform, and the next step was the highlight, the Nascent Soul stage competition.
The disciples looked towards Yuntai, Ling Yun nodded and said: "Let's begin!"
Then the deacon elder announced the beginning, and a disciple presented a magical weapon and asked the sect leader to draw lots.
Inside the transparent jar, one glass bead was seen rolling inside. Each glass bead represented a Nascent Soul cultivator. Ling Yungao stretched out his finger and a glass bead jumped out and landed on the elder deacon.
On hand.
The elder deacon read out the names: "The first time, Liu Zhi, Yue Qingyang."
Liu Zhi belongs to Peach Blossom Peak and is also a disciple of Wen Rujin. The Liu family is one of the aristocratic families that relies on the Wuji Sect and has produced many outstanding disciples. When she first joined the family, Liu Danqing, a female disciple, invited her to play in Liuyuecheng.
She is Liu Zhi's niece.
As for Yue Qingyang, he is a disciple of the previous generation, Yang Xiangtian's younger brother. His disciple Yang Feichuan and Ying Shaoguang have a very good relationship and are often inseparable.
One is a rising star of the next generation, and the other is a veteran of the previous generation. This competition is quite interesting.
Liu Zhifei stepped onto the stage, saluted everyone around him, and gave Yue Qingyang a fist pump: "This disciple has offended me, please forgive me, Master Yue."
Yue Qingyang smiled and said: "When you are in the ring, there is no such thing as a master. Nephew Liu just takes action boldly, regardless of whether he wins or loses."
"yes."
Liu Zhi raised his hand, but saw fallen leaves flying, and his body turned into light and shadow, rushing towards Yue Feiyang.
Ling Bufei watched for a while and asked the person next to him: "Hey, who do you think will win?"
Bai Mengjin replied: "Uncle Yue."
Ling Bufei looked at her in surprise: "So sure?"
Bai Mengjin smiled: "Senior Sister Liu is not weak, but Uncle Yue is cunning and cunning... I believe in my own vision."
If it were an ordinary opponent, Liu Zhi would have won with a high probability, but she had bad luck and encountered one of the most difficult opponents.
As expected, the two were evenly matched at the beginning, but later on Liu Zhi was constantly frustrated - he didn't seem to be losing, but he always suffered from the opponent's moves. It was obviously a matter of battle experience.
The disciples below didn't look deeply enough, but they thought it was extremely exciting and cheered loudly from time to time. You must know that the magic in the Nascent Soul stage is earth-shattering, and it would be a trivial matter to flatten the mountains if they really fight. At this time, there are sect restrictions in place.
, to see it truly.
After a hundred moves like this, Yue Qingyang finally sealed the victory with one move. Liu Zhi fell lightly down the ring, sighed, and clasped his fists to admit defeat.
"Hahaha, I won the bet, Senior Sister Yu, give me the money!" In a lottery booth down there, a group of disciples surrounded Senior Sister Yu and asked for their bet money.
"Don't crowd me, please line up. Will I deny you the chips if you have them?" Senior Sister Yu said angrily.
Another group of Liu Zhi's disciples were dejected: "Why did they lose? It looks almost the same, but Senior Sister Liu still lacks luck."
A disciple nearby tried to make trouble: "That's because you didn't understand. Look at Senior Sister Yu's odds. It's obvious that Senior Uncle Yue has a high winning rate!"
"That's right, Senior Sister Yu dares to start a gambling game, she has a sharp eye!"
With that said, the candidates for the next game were also announced.
Baili Xu and Shen Hanqiu.
A group of people gathered around again, shouting noisily: "Senior Sister Yu, what are the odds this time?"
"Which one do you prefer, Senior Brother Baili or Senior Sister Shen?"
On the cloud platform, Ling Bufei raised his eyebrows: "Senior Sister Shen!"
Shen Hanqiu is a disciple of Uncle Gan, and he was not outstanding in Jindan before. Unexpectedly, they went out for a trip and successfully gave birth to a baby. I don't know if they were pretending to be pigs and eating tigers, or they were just lucky.
Bai Mengjin had never heard of this name in his previous life, so he thought it was not strong enough for her to remember, so he said: "Baili will be fine."
Ling Bufei nodded, he was also very confident.
The battle started soon. Baili Xu and Shen Hanqiu tested each other out and did not hold back. The sword cultivator's fight was a gorgeous scene, and for a while the square was filled with disciples' exclamations.
After more than a dozen beckons, Baili Xu took the initiative. Under his thunderous attacks, Shen Hanqiu sustained dozens of moves, but finally failed to catch him and resigned from the stage.
The competition continues.
In the next round, Qiu Yi Nong was drawn, and her opponent happened to be Mr. Sun, who taught talismans in the Taoist Palace.
Although Master Sun was only Nascent Soul, his talisman skills were ranked among the best in the Wuji Sect. Without much hesitation, Senior Sister Yu placed the high odds on Qiu Yinong's side.
A disciple laughed and said: "Senior Sister Yu, you have set the odds for Senior Sister Qiu so high. If she wins, you will suffer a heavy loss."
Senior Sister Yu sneered: "Wait until I pay compensation."
The disciples below don't know that she and Qiu Yinong are in the same batch, don't you know? This senior sister Qiu is just lucky. She became the disciple of the sect master through the fate of her elders. In terms of strength, let alone You Yan. People, even Shen Hanqiu is more stable than her.
Just when I thought about it, Qiu Yi Nong and Master Sun started.
Master Sun drew talismans in the void, and the golden runes were shot out one after another, almost blocking all the retreat routes.
Ling Bufei looked bored and bit into his mouth of longan: "Master Sun is too upright. After all, Senior Sister Qiu is a disciple of the sect master, so let her lose in a better way!"
Bai Mengjin didn't take it to heart at first, but suddenly his brows jumped and he blurted out: "That's not right!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the situation in the arena suddenly changed. Qiu Yi Nian raised his hand and waved it. The silk wrapped in his hand was filled with true essence, and he struck towards a golden rune. This ordinary wave, but there was a powerful force suddenly coming out.
, with a "boom", the runes shattered into pieces.
Qiu Yi's body turned sharply, and the silk continued to dance. Every time she struck out, she could feel the overwhelming pressure. "Boom! Boom!" she heard several times in succession, and the talisman arrays set up by Master Sun were shattered by her one after another.
Master Sun was also greatly surprised and hurriedly drew the talisman again.
However, no matter what talismans he used or how much force he exerted, they were all shattered one by one under the strong autumn spell...
The autumn mood is as thick as frost, and it sweeps away mercilessly, and the magic power used becomes stronger and stronger.
Master Sun finally couldn't hold on any longer and vomited blood.
Seeing that Qiu Yinong had no intention of stopping, the elder deacon immediately intervened and slapped his palm: "Stop!"
There was a dull sound, the restraint was suppressed, and the autumn atmosphere finally made it impossible to move.
The elder deacon glanced at her and announced: "The mood of autumn is overwhelming."
The autumn mood was as thick as waking up from a dream, and he bowed and saluted: "I didn't hold it for a while, Master, please forgive me."
Master Sun shook his head and left without saying a word with the help of the medical practitioner.
At the end of the competition, there was a moment of silence in the field.