Cannon fodder's counterattack

on the ring.

Shen Zhenghao's eyes lit up when he saw Yuan Yihuan flying up.

The woman wears a flowing green dress, with black hair like clouds, skin like snow, and a bright face that is unparalleled in beauty. However, her cold temperament makes people awe and dare not make mistakes.

Although he was stunned for a moment, Shen Zhenghao reacted quickly and cupped his hands, "I'm Shen Zhenghao of the Taiqing Sect, please give me some advice!"

"Xuanji Zong Yuan Yihuan, please!"

Yuan Yihuan took a step back and motioned for him to take action first.

Shen Zhenghao knew that his cultivation was not as good as the woman in front of him, so he straightened his face, raised his hand and threw out two seeds. Under the stimulation of the wood spiritual power, the seeds instantly broke out of the shell, entangled countless green vines, and headed toward Yuan Yihuan. Draw it.

Yuan Yihuan tiptoed, flew up, and casually drew out a magic formula. Dozens of black ice arrows appeared in mid-air and hit the green vine.

At the same time, a spiritual seal formed in his hand. In an instant, an icy blue formation lit up on the arena. The Ice Spirit Domain came out, and the Ice Cage soared into the sky, trapping Shen Zhenghao inside.

Shen Zhenghao was startled, and quickly pulled out a spiritual sword and fired a sword technique. The spiritual sword instantly transformed into more than a dozen sword shadows. The sword shadow flashed and slashed towards the ice cage with scorching fire.

But the cage is made of the water of Xuan Ming, which cannot be broken by ordinary elixir fire, not to mention the blessing of the Ice Spirit Realm. Shen Zhenghao has lost half of his spiritual power, which is just to let the ice cage shake. After a few blows, he was still firmly trapped inside.

After a moment, he lowered his head in despair, "I give up!"

"Acceptance!"

Yuan Yihuan raised her hand, and the blue light that covered the entire arena instantly receded, and she jumped down from the arena.

Huo Ling immediately came forward with a smile, "Xiao Huan'er, I didn't expect that after several years of not seeing you, your methods have become more sophisticated. I'm afraid that in a few years, I will call you uncle."

"After all, I'm a little higher than him, so it's easy to win, it's nothing." Yuan Yihuan smiled calmly, and when he looked back, he met Han Lu's eyes.

The two stared at each other for a moment, then looked at each other and smiled, as if there was an unknown emotion emerging, and then slowly fell away, all without saying anything.

In the stands, the heads of various sects were also discussing non-stop.

Daojun Jinghui smiled and said: "This must be Daojun Qinglan's young disciple. He has a solid foundation and stable cultivation. It seems that Xuanji Sect is about to produce another genius disciple."

"Little Baby's technique of condensing water and turning ice has some shadow of Qingchen Daojun, and the water she uses is also very extraordinary, like the Xuanming water among the ten sacred waters."

Junsu Daojun from the Tianyi Sword Sect raised his eyebrows and looked at Qingyuan, "Brother Qingyuan, this little kid doesn't have a Xuanwu beast."

The old god from Qingyuan narrowed his eyes and said nothing, but his face was full of pride. Xiao Yihuan really made him proud, and it was considered that he didn't let him work for Bi Shuifeng for so many years in vain.

The first round of competition ended quickly, and there were sixty-six people left on the light screen. The proportion of each sect was around fifteen. The smaller the number, the greater the chance of drawing a disciple of the same sect.

In this round, Huo Ling drew a senior from the Xuanji Sect who was in the late stage of Jindan. He was knocked off the stage with just one move after he came on stage.

She hugged Yuan Yihuan's arm depressedly and said, "Xiao Huan'er, you must live up to your expectations. You are the only one left among our current generation of disciples."

"I'll try my best!" Yuan Yihuan responded casually.

She was watching Qi Xiner on the stand. Although Qi Xiner had just entered the Golden Elixir stage, she was practicing swordsmanship. In the last round, she drew another early Golden Elixir spell, so she easily entered the second round.

But this time, she was not so lucky.

Qi Xiner was in a very embarrassed state at this time, with a frosty face without a trace of blood. She held the spiritual sword high in her hand, and the ice blue light flashed, blocking the opponent's attack.

Her opponent was a disciple of Fengyuan Sect who was in the late Jindan period. He had a decent appearance, but his eyes were cold, his eyebrows were dark, and his methods were very strange. He didn't make any moves, but the arena was full of people. The aura sword.

Qi Xiner couldn't withstand his move at all, so she was knocked out and fell off the ring. Her body went limp and she fainted instantly.

The disciples immediately gathered around, and an elder quickly came down from the stand to check. His face turned cold and he looked at the disciple who had just jumped off the ring.

"The meridians are broken and there is no spiritual power in the body. What on earth have you done?"

"Haha, in the arena, you have to try your best. Her skills are not as good as others, and why do you want me to let her succeed?" The man glanced at the Xuanji Sect disciples surrounding him, and said with a sarcastic smile: "Or you guys People in Xuanji Sect can only play rogue, and they won’t admit their defeat?”

Hearing this, the disciples of Xuanji Sect all darkened their faces and looked at the man angrily.

Elevating the competition between disciples to the level of a sect is no small matter!