the next day.
The early morning sun shone down, illuminating the dozens of platforms in the Ganqingguan martial arts arena.
Taoist Master Daocheng of the Ganqing Temple stood on the high platform, gazing into the distance and speaking in a deep voice:
"The Taoist competition officially begins!"
Below the high platform, people who came to participate in the Taoist conference were standing densely. Even if they did not sign up for this Taoist competition, they came to watch with the intention of joining in the fun.
There were twelve platforms in total. After Daocheng Zhenren finished speaking, he stepped aside of the platform, and then the disciples from Ganqing Temple came out and read out the names of the disciples who were competing.
The twelve games officially started at the same time.
Ji Miaomiao queued up yesterday and got a number that was over 300, which was at the back of the list, so it was not her turn yet.
She had nothing to do, so she stood in the audience and watched the other people perform their magic.
They are of the same generation as Xuan and are about the same age. Some of the players on the field are about the same age as her, and some are younger than her. Generally speaking, they are all young and strong disciples.
Practicing Taoism is something that requires time to refine one's state of mind. Young disciples do not have enough cultivation, so the power of their attacks will be limited.
Ji Miaomiao watched several fights on stage and found that they could be roughly divided into two styles.
One is that both sides are of similar level, and they fight each other like rookies. The other is a quick battle, where one side obviously has an overwhelming advantage from the first move, and the battle is resolved within three moves.
Ji Miaomiao compared them in her mind and found that there was no disciple who could pose a threat to her yet.
If all the disciples on the field were of this level, it would be quite easy for her to fulfill the promise she made to her master before coming here to make her own Taoist temple famous.
Ji Miaomiao stood in the audience and thought about these things casually, while the situation of the competition on the stage gradually changed.
As batch after batch of disciples who were obviously more focused on participation left the stage, outstanding Taoist disciples with much stronger Taoist skills also stood out.
The fighting on the platform has also changed from being very rigid and quick at the beginning to having more variety.
Some used bronze swords, some used Taoist magic. During the fight, all kinds of lights flew around on the stage. Ji Miaomiao, who was watching from the audience, was not as bored as she was at the beginning.
She took a look at the information of these disciples. Most of the powerful and outstanding ones were disciples from Qingyun Temple. The average level of disciples from other temples was obviously lower.
Taoist Master Daoming once said that the Qingyun Temple branch is good at fortune-telling and exorcism.
Ji Miaomiao was watching from the audience and suddenly realized how good he was. He could use any Taoist and sword techniques of the Qingyun Temple disciples in a very similar way.
The time gradually approached noon.
As the sun above was getting hotter and hotter, Ji Miaomiao's name was finally called.
"The view of enlightenment is mysterious and quiet, while the view of distant mountains is mysterious and light."
Ji Miaomiao walked up to the platform from the stairs on the side, while her opponent Xuan Qing jumped up from the side, and the action was quite eye-catching.
Seeing this, several people in the audience cheered, and it seemed that they were Xuan Qing's supporters.
She raised her eyes and looked across, and found that Xuan Qing was completely different from his Taoist name. He was a man with a heavy build, a calm face and a square face.
The two looked at each other and introduced their names.
"Enlightenment, profound tranquility."
"Viewing the distant mountains, mysterious and light"
The disciple from the Ganqing Temple who was acting as the referee said, "The match begins."
After saying that, Ji Miaomiao stood still, waiting for Xuan Qing on the opposite side to make the first move. However, for a few breaths, neither of them moved, and they were in a stalemate. The fighting scene on the high platform froze for a moment.
Seeing this, Ji Miaomiao didn't want to waste time. She jumped up in an instant, gestured, and shouted: "The raging fire, drive away the evil, hurry up and obey the command!"
As soon as she finished speaking, a flame as tall as a person, controlled by her mental power, appeared instantly and pounced towards Xuan Qing on the opposite side.
"What?" Xuan Qing was startled by the flames that were coming towards him and took a step back, exclaiming in surprise.
He didn't expect that Ji Miaomiao, a young girl who looked so weak, would launch a large-scale Taoist bombardment. For a while, he was hiding in a very embarrassed manner on the high platform with limited space.
Xuan Qing dodged the fire by first jumping onto the fence at the edge of the platform, then he raised his feet and kicked the fence several times to gain leverage, then he somersaulted in the air to avoid the range of the fire, and then he landed in the middle of the field and stood firm.
At this time, a thin layer of sweat appeared on his head, and he looked up a few steps away with excitement on his face.
It turned out that after this action, Xuan Qing was standing right behind Ji Miaomiao. This moment before he could react was a good opportunity for him to take action.
Xuan Qing kept walking and raised the wooden sword in his hand. The clear energy condensed on it, and he slashed it horizontally with a sword move. After this sword move, he jumped, raised the sword and continued to stab forward.
This set of actions sounds slow, but it happens in just a moment.
Ji Miaomiao's mental power enveloped the stage from the moment she stepped onto it, so naturally she would not fail to notice the reaction behind her. The reason she didn't move at this moment was because she didn't want to hide.
As soon as they started fighting, she could see that Xuan Qing's cultivation had just begun, and there was a huge gap between him and hers. From the very beginning, this fight was a unilateral and overwhelming victory for her.
If you continue to hide and delay time, it will be a bit bullying.
Although the flame she just shot was dodged, it did not dissipate.
Ji Miaomiao lowered her eyes at this moment, her expression calm. She gathered the flames in her palm and stepped aside, dodging the incoming sword. Then, with a change of gesture, she shouted, "Indestructible, solid as a rock!"
This is a basic solidification method.
As soon as she finished speaking, the flame in her hand instantly turned into a solid shield shape, blocking Xuan Qing's confident attack.
Bang bang——
Xuan Qing thrust forward several times in succession, but found that the sword force could not break the flame shield at all. The attack was like a stone hitting the sea, without even a sound.
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