Autumn is crisp and the sky is clear.
All the players have entered the Kunlun sect.
Due to the increase in outsiders, the bodyguard strength inside Kunlun Mountain has increased a lot.
There are many monks in the foundation building period directly stationed at important passes in Kunlun Mountain.
The mountains are continuous, with a misty giant peak protruding in the distance, and dozens of small stone peaks surrounding it.
If you look closely, the giant peaks look like Sun Wukong holding a golden hoop, and the small peaks look like little monkeys grabbing their ears and cheeks.
Look, Sun Wukong is leading his children to kill Nantianmen.
Under the pale sky, the mountains are as black as iron, solemn and solemn.
The red sun is rising, and the peaks are dark blue.
Immediately afterwards, the mist appeared, and the milky white gauze separated the mountains, leaving only the cyan peaks.
It really looked like a landscape painting with refreshing brushwork and dense density.
The elder of the Kunlun Sect made a simple speech on the high platform, and the rest were the elders of the major sects who took their seats one by one.
Then the referee read out the rules of the game.
"In this competition, intentional injury is strictly prohibited.
Those who intentionally injure others will not only be disqualified from the competition, but will also be sanctioned.
If one side voluntarily admits defeat, the other side will not be allowed to attack, and the referee will announce the end of the competition.
It is prohibited to use any harmful substances in this competition.
Magic weapons with mass destruction, but not limited to magic weapons, talismans, etc.
Defensive magic weapons can be used.”
"Any monk is welcome to participate in this Five Sects Competition.
The 251st Five Sects Competition has officially begun."
"Contestants please go to their respective number boxes to draw lots.
There are ten number boxes in front of them.
All the numbers in the number boxes are random."
An Yiran, An Yingjie, and everyone in the Holy Spirit Palace were next to each other, and they all went to the ten number boxes to draw labels.
An Yiran drew the number 532, An Yingjie drew the 250, Gongsun Qi drew the 1023, and Ning Xiaotong drew the 1045.
The numbers drawn by these familiar people were quite far apart.
That's good.
At least there won't be any bloody things like internal fighting. . .
The rounds in these games are quite fast.
The referee announced: "In the first game of this match, No. 1 will fight against No. 2, in the second game, No. 3 will fight against No. 4, and in the third game, No. 5 will fight against No. 6."
There are 10 games in total, so even though there are so many people, the rounds go very quickly.
More than 5,000 monks participated this time.
The numbers they drew were all at the front. "" "The following is No. 531 vs.
No. 532."
An Yiran stood on the martial arts stage.
This platform is nearly 15 meters high.
Whoever falls down loses.
Her first opponent was a monk in the Qi Refining Stage, and she directly unleashed the pressure of her Foundation Establishment Stage.
He forced the opponent off the martial arts stage alive.
The first game was easily won without a fight.
Her next opponent is an old man in the foundation building stage.
This monk's cultivation level is higher than hers.
But it can be judged from the ravine-like wrinkles on this monk's face that this monk must be very old when he advanced. big.
On the martial arts stage.
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The two monks each stood on one side of the martial arts stage and remained silent for a long time.
An Yiran looked at the monk calmly.
Observing the weaknesses in this old man.
Their cultivation levels are very close, but in terms of actual combat experience, the old man is naturally better, but An Yiran is better because of her younger age.
And there is a magic weapon to hide her cultivation.
In the eyes of outsiders, she is a little girl who is at the fifth level of Qi training, so they will inevitably look down upon her.
Many people don't take their young age seriously.
But in the world of cultivation, it should be the other way around.
At first, He Jingzhi had some understanding of this little girl.
But the caution he had developed over the years had almost become his instinct when fighting.
Although this girl's aura is very harmless, it creates a strong sense of dissonance with her flawless posture.
Although the girl's posture may have been done randomly, the girl did not have the look in her eyes that determined the outcome of this game just because she was at the fifth level of weapon refining.
Therefore, this must be a fraud.
After all, He Jingzhi's food for so many years was not in vain.
The people below who recognized He Jingzhi felt a little disapproving in their hearts when they saw him hanging around with a little girl for so long.
He Jingzhi found that this girl was more tolerant than him.
This was a selection and a competition, and there was not so much time for them to fight.
Thinking of this, He Jingzhi took the initiative to reveal a flaw and attacked An Yiran's side first.
The white robes turned into shadows in mid-air, and the old man was faster than she imagined.
An Yiran was a little stressed.
But it was impossible for her to be hit by someone else's attack.
She seemed to have dodged He Jingzhi's attack easily, but in fact, An Yiran felt a burst of exhaustion.
That speed was forced out by her somewhat oppressive cultivation.
Her speed technique had only reached the first level after she had traveled thousands of miles.
It focused on illusion and softness.
Although the speed was fast, it was not as good as He Jingzhi who had practiced for many years. of.
A trace of determination flashed in An Yiran's eyes.
She had guessed wrong.
The longer this game drags on, the worse it will be for her.
Because she couldn't easily dodge He Jingzhi's attack, but He Jingzhi might be a little faster An Yiran dodged He Jingzhi's next attack with some embarrassment.
His speed was still increasing, and the attack became more and more fierce.
He Jingzhi should have wind spiritual roots.
The wind marks attacked An Yiran like abuse.
She tore an earth talisman, and a high earth wall instantly appeared in front of An Yiran.
The wild wind spirit force wanted to break through the earth wall domineeringly.
The sky was filled with yellow sand blown by the wind.
The earth wall gradually disappeared, but at this time, the strength of the wind spirit force's attack was also much weaker.
An Yiran's face was accidentally scratched by a gust of wind, causing a shallow wound.
Although it was shallow, it still left a wound on her face.
An Yiran got angry on the spot.
Don't you know that the most important thing about a woman is her face?
He Jingzhi would not let go of this opportunity to pursue victory, and there were several fierce winds, with a hint of violence and wildness in the wind.
If we talk about wildness and violence, what element in the world can compare to thunder?
An Yiran tried to throw back a few purple thunders.
Unexpectedly, those thunders instantly disturbed the wind.
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However, her thunders were not affected by the wind and exploded under He Jingzhi's feet at almost the speed of light.
A hole emerged.
An Yingjie, who had been paying attention to An Yiran in the audience, Gongsun Qi and others breathed a sigh of relief from their worries.
They found the right way and had the courage to try.
Now the junior sister and younger sister should not lose.
An Yiran smiled confidently, of course she would not lose casually.
In terms of age, she was older than this old man.
To be continued
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