Inside the venue.
They waited for a while, and finally it was Li Shu's turn to compete.
He still did as he did in the preliminary round, setting up the formation first and then using talismans to deal with them.
But the other party was well prepared. He first used a magic weapon to avoid the talisman. After consuming the talisman with Li Shu, he took out a big knife and attacked Li Shu directly: "I know that you talisman cultivators use talismans to blow things up all day long. I will give you the last blow. See if you dare to blow people up again!"
"Damn it!" Li Shu saw a big knife longer than him coming towards him, so he quickly ran away while setting up a formation to avoid the knife.
So the scene of chasing each other appeared again on the field, which made Lin Wannian and Tang Yenan cover their faces.
It's unbearable to watch.
"Tsk." Li Shu spat out the dust that fell into his mouth, turned his head to look at the monk who was chasing him, laughed sinisterly, took out a thunder talisman he had drawn from his storage bag, and made a quick gesture with his hands: "Daoyou, you should taste the feeling of being struck by thunder in advance!"
He said, throwing it over.
"Oh my god."
The monk with the big knife was approaching Li Shu with the knife in hand, but he didn't expect the other party to throw another talisman at him. He subconsciously swung the knife at him.
With this wave, the thunder talisman shattered and a crackling flu spread throughout his body.
when--
The big knife monk was out of action for a while, and the big knife in his hand fell to the ground. After he calmed down, he exhaled a breath of black air, and then fell directly to the ground. At this time, there was only one thought in his mind: I hate the talisman cultivator.
"The competition is over, Xingyuan Sect's Li Shu wins."
When this result came out, everyone present couldn't help but sigh.
Some even said: "It seems that being a talisman practitioner is pretty good."
"Too cloudy."
“…”
Lin Wannian and Tang Yenan walked over and waited for Li Shu to come over.
"Not bad, you know how to use tactics to deplete the opponent's combat power."
Li Shu smiled and said, "Come on, let's go watch Xingran's competition."
They came to the arena where Su Xingran was and found that Su Xingran had already entered the arena. There was only one monk left fighting with her, and the other person was a bald man.
The scene was somewhat quiet, and they found a place to sit down.
There were voices of people talking.
"That cultivator from Xingyuan Sect can't hold out for much longer. With her cultivation level, she can't defeat Shen Da who just reached the Nascent Soul stage. The fact that she can hold out until now is already her limit."
"Who is this Shen Da? Why haven't I heard of his reputation?"
"The Buddhist sect has always been in a state of seclusion, usually quietly inward-looking, not participating in sect competitions, but showing up when the Four Directions Association recruits people."
"Let's not talk about the Buddhist sect, the Tianyi Sect in Haizhou has also sent disciples to participate in the competition."
"Tianyi Sect? The Tianyi Sect located at the border with the God Realm? They are here too?" The other cultivator was obviously unaware of this and spoke rashly, obviously feeling very surprised.
“…”
Lin Wannian stared at the audience below.
The Buddhist monk put away his beads, put his hands together, bowed to Su Xingran, and said ruthlessly with a compassionate look: "You lose."
Su Xingran quickly got up from the ground, grabbed the silver whip and put it into the storage bag, then clasped his fists towards him: "Oh."
She walked out of the competition arena, and Li Shu and others ran over.
Li Shu quickly comforted her: "You fought well. The opponent is stronger than you."
Su Xingran didn't show much dejection on her face. She nodded: "I know, how did you guys do?"
"Lao Lin and I won." Li Shu said a little embarrassedly.
"Sure you can."
The four of them walked out.
It was time for the competition the next day.
The monks who lost a game will rebuild their morale, while the monks who won want to advance to the finals in advance through the first two games.
The competition became more intense.
Lin Wannian looked at the other two cultivators, one of whom was in the Jindan stage and the other's strength was unclear.
"Wei Churan, the swordsman from the Tianyi Sect?" the referee read out the other party's name.
The unkempt male swordsman in plain clothes said, "Yes."
The two looked at each other.
Lin Wannian had weighed the situation in his mind and felt that this battle seemed to be difficult to win.
The two men tacitly eliminated the third monk, and then started fighting with their swords.
Lin Wannian defeated Qin Fengshi of Zixiao Sect in the preliminary round. He was very famous at this time and many people had heard of his name. As a result, the number of people who came to watch Lin Wannian's competition increased. No matter they were powerful or ordinary people, they all wanted to witness the strength of this cultivator.
So after Lin Wannian came on stage, many people on the stage looked at him, some of whom were familiar to him.
Liu Yu held his chin and looked at the high-spirited silver-haired young man below the stage, with undisguised admiration flashing in his eyes. The temperament of the other party remained unchanged, and it still made people happy: Senior brother, senior brother, I would rather you don’t like anyone, but why are you moved? It really breaks my heart.
He was thinking angrily and recalled the extremely ironic scene in his mind again. He hoped that it was just an illusion, but the pain in his hand told him that it was not an illusion.
Why kiss! Why kiss him! Why let me see!
Yu Sang, just wait for me.
Liu Yu came back to his senses and glanced at Yu Sang who was not far away. Then he quickly lowered his eyes, suppressed the thought of wanting to kill the other person, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and then looked at the competition below the stage with normal eyes.
Yu Qi on the side felt the change in Liu Yu's aura. He looked deeply at Lin Wannian below the stage. Liu Yu must have hated Lin Wannian very much. He hated him in his heart too. He felt very unhappy when he saw Lin Wannian for the first time.
The two equally powerful swords collided with each other, emitting a flash of light.
Lin Wannian felt the pressure from the opponent who was stronger than himself, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. He put away his sword and retreated, but Wei Churan chased him relentlessly, holding the sword and swinging it forward, leaving Lin Wannian no chance.
"Tsk." Lin Wannian scratched the ground with his toes, took out a talisman and threw it over.
The blasting talisman was thrown straight at me.
For safety's sake, Wei Churan dodged the attack, thus giving Lin Wannian a chance to linger on.
He held the sword and took the initiative to meet the enemy.
On the stage, there was light reflected by the two people's swords.
Wei Churan's expressionless face finally showed a hint of smile: "I originally thought that there were no outstanding cultivators in Youzhou and Luzhou who were worthy of me fighting. Now it seems that I underestimated the enemy. Your strength is not bad, but it's a pity that you are a little naive."
When he said this, his tone changed, and his figure moved behind Lin Wannian in an instant. He raised his finger and stroked the sword. The golden light from his fingertips quickly wrapped around the sword, and he said, "A layer of golden light breaks through the air."
As he spoke, the sword in his hand hummed as he recited the words, and he swung it in the direction of Lin Wannian.
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