The first round of the Lingshan Competition was held at the trial ground of the Jiutian Spin Domain in Tai Cang Pavilion. There were five groups competing at a time. Just click on them. Those who were kicked out of the trial ground would be counted as zero points, and the winner would be given one point. Everyone who participated
There will be ten games, and those with less than five points will be eliminated, and the top two hundred people will be selected based on their score ranking.
There were about a thousand people in this competition. Su Bai looked at the cards in his hand and couldn't help but smile.
666…… And the competition times he was assigned were all in the afternoon, and he would join in the fun in the crowd in the morning.
Xing Wuya gently stroked the fan. 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?
Replaced the 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 was hired, but I didn't expect that you were the one who was hired."
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 I didn't expect Xing Wuya to say: "Recently, the soul of Tianyan seems to be a little unstable. I'm wondering if it has something to do with the impending breakthrough... Moreover, this period of restlessness
, 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. Moreover, the two had known each other for so long, and Xing Wuya seemed to have no one who could not see through him.
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 becoming a god, there are not all ordinary people in the Canglan Star Region, and there are still people who 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 I tell you that you went the wrong way?
Your little bones are not strong 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 interested in swordsmanship, and 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 suppress that Confucian cultivator."
Xing Wuya sighed: "That Confucian cultivator is indeed interesting, and I like him too."
In the world of spiritual cultivation, there are countless practitioners, which 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 cultivation sect, and its strength... It is really rubbish
Can.
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. These are fine for wording, but using them for fighting and killing seems a bit fussy.
"Let's watch the game."
Xing Wuya knew that Su Bai was interested in this fan.
The strong man rubbed his hands by mistake, picked up the fifty-pound sword beside him, and swung it 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 bullied a weak scholar who has no strength to restrain himself.”
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 the 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 and sparks came out!
With a flash of spiritual energy, he took a pen and wrote something wantonly in the air, and there were beautiful and powerful fonts in the air.
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 too fast, just one move and it was gone! Su Bai could see it clearly. The scholar's ink was lethal and seemed different from other Confucian cultivators.
, the attack was extremely fierce.
What he just wrote in the air is "Don't judge a book by its cover!"
Later, the scholar had two or three more games and won them all. The solutions were 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: "Who do you look down on?"
"I'm just a friendly reminder."
Su Bai shook his finger, and the popular one, without saying a word, roared towards Su Bai with a flame, wiping Su Bai's face.
"Very good, boy...you caught 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, and the level of this fire was not low, but it was a pity that it could not hurt Su Bai at all.
"Come on horseback!"
The man shouted, his momentum was as impressive as anyone else's.
