By the time they got up again, they were out.

The only ones left on the competition stage were Lin Wannian and the cultivator from the Zixiao Sect.

Qin Fengshi looked at the white-haired monk in front of him and said bluntly: "I have seen you on the top of Jianzhong Mountain in Xingyuan Sect."

In addition to the other two people, he was actually also surprised that Lin Wannian could come up. He originally thought that the other party also came to compete with them for the Nine Star Sword, but he didn't expect that the other party was digging the sword on the ground.

Isn't a sword buried in the soil just a dead sword? How can there be a sword spirit?

There was a puzzlement in his eyes. He looked at the sword on Lin Wannian's waist. It didn't seem to have a sword spirit. He raised the sword and pointed it at Lin Wannian: "Take out the sword you got from the sword tomb and fight me."

Lin Wannian drew the sword from his waist and said calmly, "That sword is in maintenance, this sword will do."

"You. Okay." Qin Fengshi listened to his arrogant tone and stopped talking nonsense. Instead, he took the sword and hit him.

The two figures entangled with each other, and the fight was surprisingly evenly matched.

"Qin Fengshi of Zixiao Sect has already reached the Golden Core Stage and is only one step away from entering the Nascent Soul Stage. But what about the silver-haired cultivator who fought with him? I can't tell his strength."

"No, isn't he an alchemist? He just used the martial arts moves, and now he's using a sword, and he's fighting Qin Fengshi on par with him." Someone raised the question.

"It seems that this silver-haired monk is a promising young man."

The sword fight has now reached its hot stage.

The swords of the two men shuttled through the void. The sword in Qin Fengshi's hand reflected a huge white light. The white sword tip flew wildly as if even the air became tense, forming a dark shadow in the air. The sword light was sharper than the crossbow.

Lin's sword in his later years was not to be outdone. He attacked and defended with the tip of the sword, completing it in a split second, blocking the opponent's attack.

“Zheng——”

The two sides confronted each other and neither gave in.

After one round, Lin Wannian felt refreshed. It turned out that fighting with a sword cultivator was more pleasurable. So the fight officially began.

He took a few steps back, twisted his sword to the side, then used his toes to chop at a faster speed. The wind on the field blew their hair.

Qin Fengshi held the sword in both hands to block.

Just at this moment, a strand of his hair broke off.

…

The wind stopped.

The referee glanced at the venue and said, "This competition is over. Xingyuan Zonglin Wannian has won."

"Yeah! You are the best!" Su Xingran and the others clapped and cheered loudly with joy.

Lin put the sword back into the sheath in his old age and turned to leave.

This game was watched by many people.

Jiang Cangyu crossed his arms and said to the person next to him, "You have to be careful when facing him."

"Okay." The man came up to her and hugged her in his arms, and they looked at the scene where Lin Wainian was high-fiving those people below the stage.

After their preliminary round, they came out of the mustard seed world. It was already dark outside, and the four of them went to the restaurant. It was very worth celebrating that three of them entered the mid-term competition.

Tang Yenan felt defeated in his heart for not being able to advance to the mid-level competition, but on the surface he still congratulated Lin Wannian and the others.

After finishing most of the dishes, he drank the wine slowly.

Li Shu and his friends were happy and drank a lot.

After drinking a few jars of fine wine, they lay down on the table.

Lin Wannian looked at them, rubbed his dizzy temples, pulled out a chair, stood up, and stumbled out. However, before leaving, he set up a formation outside and then walked towards the corridor outside the building.

There were many people coming and going in the restaurant these days. Yu Sang felt very annoyed staying in the house, so he planned to go out and relax, and then he saw Lin Wannian stumbling as he walked.

He wanted to ignore it at first, but his feet were faster than his brain. He walked over first and put his hand on his shoulder: "Why are you so drunk?"

However, before he could meet him, Lin Wannian avoided him.

After Lin Late saw who it was, his mind cleared up a little, and he stepped back, keeping a certain distance from him: "It's none of your business."

“…”

Seeing that the other party was so distant from him, Yu Sang clenched his fists, his eyes darkened, and finally loosened his fingers, stood there, and watched Lin Wannian leave.

Lin came to the roof in his later years. He lay directly on the tile roof, resting his elbows on the back of his head, looking at the moon above his head. The night breeze blew away the smell of alcohol on his body, and he became much more sober.

In the next two days, they continued to go to the arena to watch other monks' competitions. After all, the mid-term competition would be more difficult.

After a few days, most of the winning monks were from the popular sects, with some lesser-known sects among them.

After the preliminary round, there will be a three-day break before the mid-term round begins.

The list of candidates for the mid-term competition has been announced, and there are 950 people who can enter the mid-term competition.

Each person has three games, each against a different monk, and must win two of the three to advance to the finals.

In order to allow the monks to rest after the fight, these three games are held one day at a time. There are a total of 31 arenas, each with ten groups of people, and the longest match time is one hour.

It can give the monks more time to prepare for the next round of competition.

But in order to win as quickly as possible, they must knock down the other two monks in one move to gain the winning point first.

For the three matches, the arena and group will be announced the night before. This will not only ensure the safety of the monks, but also give them a sense of crisis.

So on the first day of the mid-term competition, most of the monks secretly tried their best, after all, they didn’t know whether they would be assigned to a strong or weak opponent in the next round.

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