As he passed by Li Siyuan, a fierce and slightly playful tone came over.
Li Siyuan laughed at this.
The disciples of Lingyao Peak fought on their own, and after parting with Li Siyuan, they went to their respective venues to prepare.
Li Siyuan came to venue No. 10.
It is a huge circular stone plate, only about ten meters from front to back.
If you are knocked off the court by your opponent or automatically surrender, you will be eliminated.
There are stone seats around the bottom of the stone plate, which can be used as resting places for disciples waiting to compete.
At this time, two disciples had already started the first round of competition.
However, the difference in strength between the two was not significant, and it would be difficult to determine the winner for the time being.
Song Jin sat on a stone seat in the front row of the field, surrounded by countless disciples from Jutao Peak.
This put a lot of pressure on the two disciples competing on the field...
It can be said that he is the most eye-catching person on the No. 10 field.
But, this is his strength, his capital!
Li Siyuan pretended not to hear and walked to the stone seat in the corner.
Sit down cross-legged.
Then, he took out the three hundred fifth-grade spirit stones and placed them in front of him.
At the same time, Li Siyuan closed his eyes slightly, and a faint black gas spread from his life palace and flowed towards the surface of his body.
Like a dragon soaring and a demon roaring, humming continuously.
The magic dragon's fighting spirit begins to operate!
"absorb!"
Li Siyuan grumbled in his heart.
The magic dragon's fighting spirit, which had just been flowing steadily and gently, suddenly erupted like a black hurricane, sweeping across three hundred spirit stones.
These three hundred spirit stones seemed to melt as soon as they came into contact with this black hurricane...
Suddenly, the spirit stones turned into surging torrents, which were carried by the fighting spirit of the magic dragon and swept into the life palace of Li Siyuan's body.
Buzz!
The fate palace shook violently!
Driven by the fighting spirit of the demon dragon, this huge torrent transformed from spiritual stones quickly sorted out the mixed spiritual energy flowing in the life palace and settled it steadily.
And every time a spiritual energy is deposited, Li Siyuan's skills will become stronger, and his skills can be improved by about half a year!
With the help of three hundred fifth-grade spirit stones to refine his spiritual energy, Li Siyuan accumulated three hundred spiritual energies in just a short while.
His skills have improved by one hundred and fifty years!
Combined with his own sixty years of skill, Li Siyuan now possesses two hundred and ten years of skill!
The most important thing is that Li Siyuan absorbed all three hundred spirit stones in just a short while...
I wonder what the Great Elder Cang Ting would think if he knew about such monstrous behavior?
"With two hundred years of skill, I wonder what a pig-headed mess Song Jin will become with this punch."
Li Siyuan curled the corners of his mouth.
When he opened his eyes, he saw that the disciples competing on the field had been replaced by a new group.
It seems like it's already the second round.
Soon, the second round of competition came to an end.
The disciples of Jutao Peak defeated the disciples of Youming Peak, and the disciples of Jutao Peak advanced.
Next is the third round.
Bang!
Song Jin stomped his foot on the ground, leaped up, and landed gracefully on the stone plate.
He turned his body and looked at Li Siyuan. A fierce expression appeared on his lips as he said, "Li Siyuan, come up and die!"
"Senior Brother Song is so awesome!"
"Senior Brother Song and Li Siyuan both have the strength of the first realm, but our Senior Brother Song has a hundred years of skills and can blow Li Siyuan to pieces with one punch!"
“That’s right!”
The disciples of Jutao Peak shouted and cheered.
This kind of encouragement was also extremely beneficial to Song Jin. He held his head high and looked down on Li Siyuan.
Li Siyuan slowly stood up, stomped his foot on the ground, and also moved up, landing lightly on the stone plate.
Three meters away from Song Jin.
As soon as Li Siyuan came on the court, without waiting for the referee disciple to speak, Song Jin shouted loudly, stepped on the muddy ground, and rushed over directly.
The referee's disciple was so scared that he hid back.
Song Jin rushed to Li Siyuan in three steps, raised his fist and hit Li Siyuan's head hard.
A burst of airflow sounded!
The rain falling within the range of the two people suddenly solidified!
The power contained in this punch has exceeded the imagination of the eight-door Qi-refining practitioners.
Even the Eight Sects of Qi Refiners could not catch up with the speed of Song Jin's punch!
Just when the punch was about to hit Li Siyuan's face, Li Siyuan did not retreat but advanced, raised his foot, took a step forward, and rushed forward with the same punch!
"Boy, you are looking for death!"
Seeing Li Siyuan punching him in the same way, Song Jin became angry.
How much do you look down on his century-long skills?
You know, his hundred years of skills can defeat the fifth-grade martial arts of Shi Xiao, the leader of Jutao Peak!
Not to mention Li Siyuan's ordinary punch.
Bang!
The two men just like that, their fists suddenly hit each other.
Suddenly, a strong airflow exploded like a circular wave.
The disciples who were watching from a closer distance were directly knocked back dozens of steps by this wave of impact and fell to the ground.
When they turned around to look at the two people on the field, they were shocked to find that Song Jin's body flew backwards like a cannonball...
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