"If we were to face him, would you be confident?"
Shen Qingyi watched the battle on the platform.
"I'm willing to give it my all!"
In the final battle, Mo Jiuxiao won.
Mo Jiuxiao put away the heavy sword in his hand and bowed to Wu Yada.
Wu Yada's wrist holding the whip was dislocated and she had multiple injuries on her body.
Looking at Mo Jiuxiao, whose aura was still calm at this moment, he also understood his fighting ability.
She didn't expect that all her efforts over the years would be defeated by a monk who had only been in the profession for a few years. She was still a little angry, but she was willing to accept defeat.
"You win this time! But you may not win next time!"
Wu Yada walked down the ring, ignoring the gazes and discussions of the disciples around her, and went to her own position, trying to recover quickly, as she still had a battle to fight!
Mo Jiuxiao walked down from the stage. There were so many monks admiring him around him, but he remained expressionless.
After the first round of the eighth match, a new round of drawing lots began.
Shen Qingyi looked at the wooden stick in his hand.
"Fifth Arena, Sixteenth Round."
The light screen at the end of the arena also changed, from the information of the first round to the information of the second round.
"start!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the female cultivator opposite him started moving quickly.
A protective shield made of water spiritual power instantly appeared around Shen Qingyi.
And at the moment the spiritual power shield rose, countless fine needles transformed from water spiritual power hit Shen Qingyi's spiritual power shield.
And there was a squeaking sound coming from her spiritual power shield.
Cong Hong narrowed her eyes when she saw that her spiritual needle attack failed and was suppressed.
Such high vigilance!
Shen Qingyi looked at the female cultivator who was moving again, and the spiritual power in his hands quickly turned.
The huge waves hit the black shadows that flashed by.
Looking at the big holes left on the ground, Cong Hong's movements became faster.
She had seen Shen Qingyi’s fight!
As a person with dual spiritual roots of water and wood, although she was born as a casual cultivator, she was fortunate to have obtained a good water spiritual power training method. Through repeated training, she has greatly improved the attack power of her water spiritual power and wood spiritual power.
Among all the cultivators she had ever met, there was hardly anyone at the same level who was stronger than her. In the situation where the water and wood spiritual powers were only worthy of being auxiliary spiritual powers in the world of immortal cultivation, there were very few cultivators who could use these two spiritual powers with such strong offensive power.
She would even be praised as the second Wen Mengchen of Lingdao Sect!
Until I met Shen Qingyi from Tianshui Peak!
The purpose of her trip is to shine in the competition and win a good ranking!
Then he bowed down to the foot of Tianshui Peak.
She will show no mercy to any monk who stands in her way!
And she must defeat Shen Qingyi!
Can't let her block her shine!
Cong Hong's eyes became fierce, and the water and wood spiritual power in his hands surged. On the ring, countless vines with sharp thorns sprang up from the ground.
They came to encircle and attack Shen Qingyi.
The water spiritual power turned into countless fine needles, whizzing through the gaps.
There is no way to retreat in all directions!
The monks watched intently and couldn't help but look forward to Cong Hong, the new dark horse.
After all, there are not many independent cultivators who are so powerful!
Some of the casual cultivators who were watching couldn't help but shout excitedly.
"Cong Hong! Cong Hong! Cong Hong!"
Hearing the voice, Cong Hong couldn't help but feel happy.
The louder the noise here, the more attention it will attract from the higher-ups on the platform.
Cong Hong's movements couldn't help but speed up a bit.
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