Cannon fodder's counterattack

The competition went on in an orderly manner, and soon there were less than a thousand people left on the light screen. Yuan Yihuan knew that from the next game on, the opponents she would encounter would be disciples in the foundation building stage. Maybe she had You can still rely on the experience you gained during the Qi refining period in your previous life to fight, but you will have to be more cautious in the future. There is a fundamental difference between foundation building and Qi training.

"Hey, look, isn't that Uncle Qi?"

The outer square was still so lively. With a loud shout, all the disciples rushed to a ring in the corner, and Yuan Yihuan walked over involuntarily.

"Uncle Qi is truly the number one disciple in our outer sect. Not only does he have a strong background and profound cultivation, he is also so stunningly beautiful. His sword skills are so beautiful." A disciple exclaimed. He looked at Qi Xiner on the stage with admiration in his eyes.

"It's natural. Don't look at who Master Uncle Qi is. She is a direct descendant of the Jianming Zhenzong of Lingjian Peak. She has obtained all the true inheritance of the Jianming Zhenzong."

Another disciple echoed: "As soon as you enter the sect, you are already a confirmed direct disciple. Coming to the outer sect is just a process."

"Yes, it's really enviable. I don't know who among our current generation of disciples would be lucky enough to be accepted as a disciple by the ancestors of the main peak."

"..."

There were envious exclamations from the disciples all around. Yuan Yihuan looked at Qi Xiner who swept her opponent off the ring with one palm, and couldn't help but praise her. Qi Xiner's Frost Sword Technique was indeed very beautiful. Among the five moves, Within a few seconds, she could force a disciple who was in the early stage of foundation building off the ring. If they faced each other, she would probably have to use all her strength to fight against him.

Before she could watch the competition in other arenas, the jade medal hanging on her waist suddenly flashed with inspiration. She quickly injected a burst of spiritual power into the jade medal, and then she appeared on one of the arenas.

Today, Yuan Yihuan's opponent is a charming-looking female disciple, about twenty years old, with an exquisite figure and an alluring aura all over her body. She even wears simple sect clothes with a hint of enchantment. I saw a red gauze shawl about two meters long wrapped around her arm. The shawl was wrapped around her black hair. It moved with the wind, covering half of her charming face, revealing a pair of enchanting eyes. She looked at Yuan Yihuan and smiled softly, and she felt like her mind was being taken away.

"My little girl's name is Zhen Xiaoxiao. I hope my junior sister will be merciful."

As a seductive voice came from the opposite side, a burst of pink mist suddenly appeared around Yuan Yihuan. From the mist, there came the delicate laughter of women and the teasing laughter of men, accompanied by bursts of faint laughter. The sound of the music and the unknown fragrance of flowers seduce the immortals in the clouds to fall into the mortal world.

It's an illusion, with a hint of charm mixed in!

She also learned the art of charm in her previous life.

Yuan Yihuan slowly closed his eyes and recited the Jingxin Jue silently. The ice spirit beads in his Dantian continued to rotate, emitting streams of ice air to keep out the psychedelic sounds.

In the red mist, five tiny green wood arrows had been hidden in it for some time. As the red mist rolled and flowed, they slowly approached Yuan Yihuan. Zhen Xiaoxiao looked at Yuan Yihuan who was still unmoving, with a hint of confusion in her eyes. A hint of contempt. In her opinion, a genius who established his foundation at the age of thirteen is just a little girl with better luck.

Seeing that the Green Wood Arrow was less than a finger away from Yuan Yihuan, Zhen Xiaoxiao was about to ask her to admit defeat when she suddenly felt a trace of water vapor coming from above her head. She felt something bad in her heart and quickly took a dozen steps back.

"break."

The cold voice fell, and the spiritual rain in the sky fell instantly, scattering Zhen Xiaoxiao's red mist. At the same time, the Qingmu Arrow, which was less than a finger away from Yuan Yihuan, suddenly turned around and attacked Zhen Xiaoxiao.

"Hmph, you are quite capable." Zhen Xiaoxiao snorted coldly, and the shawl on her arm immediately flew up, blocking several green wood arrows. Then the shawl quickly spun, twisted into a long whip, and whipped towards Yuan Yihuan. .

Yuan Yihuan stepped forward and rose into the air. He closed and opened his hands, and a water curtain about ten feet wide was instantly blocked in front of him. The whip struck the water curtain, causing countless splashes. After a few breaths, the water curtain shook. After a moment, it slowly disappeared, and then the long whip whipped towards Yuan Yihuan. She immediately waved her long sleeves, and a blue spiritual sword galloped away, blocking the long whip's attack.

The long whip flew and the spiritual sword swept across. After a few back and forth, the two quickly separated, and the silk cloth returned to its original shape, flying back to Zhen Xiaoxiao's hand. The spiritual sword flickered in the air, and under Yuan Yihuan's urging, it came to Zhen Xiaoxiao in an instant. of the head.

Zhen Xiaoxiao quickly threw out a palm-sized shield. The shield swelled in the wind, and instantly rose to about ten feet, protecting her underneath.

Success or failure is here!

Yuan Yihuan's heart moved slightly, and he kept making two spiritual seals with his hands. It was still two water-condensing ice luan, carrying the power of ice all over the sky, and without hesitation hit the shield with golden light.

"boom."

The phantom of Bingluan slowly dissipated, and the golden shield finally shook. The spiritual light on it quickly dimmed, and then instantly shrunk to the size of a palm and fell to the ground.

"Poof." The remaining spiritual power hit Zhen Xiaoxiao and knocked him away.

"I surrender."

Zhen Xiaoxiao sighed helplessly. If she hadn't wasted too much spiritual power by using illusion and charm at the same time from the beginning, she would not have been defeated so quickly.

"Process." Yuan Yihuan also breathed a sigh of relief. If she continued to fight, she would have no spiritual power. If Zhen Xiaoxiao wanted to fight back, she would have to use the Ice Spirit Bead.

At the end of the competition, Yuan Yihuan successfully entered the next round, and then in the next round she was lucky enough to draw a seriously injured disciple. The opponent gave up and she advanced directly.

After a day's rest, Yuan Yihuan came to the outer gate square again. This time she was not so lucky, and she was assigned to the same ring as Qi Xiner.

"Today, you will be defeated by my sword."

"Please give me some advice, Senior Sister Qi."

A goddess from the Nine Heavens who is as elegant and uncontaminated as if she were untouched by the world, a fairy who is cold and aloof as if she does not eat fireworks, one is a direct bloodline of Jianming Zhenzong, the master of the famous Lingjian Peak, and the other is a blockbuster who breaks through like a dark horse. A monk from a humble family who came into everyone's sight.

Two equally beautiful and equally talented female disciples stood on the same stage, instantly attracting everyone's attention. Whether it was the inner and outer disciples who were joining in the fun, or the elders who had been watching the battle on the platform, they all separated. Some attention was paid to the two of them on the stage, and there were even some meddlesome disciples who secretly made a bet in the audience, betting on which of the two outside sect rookies could be better.

I don't know when the wind started blowing up in the ring. The gentle breeze swept through the black hair and brocade clothes of the two men, creating a chilling atmosphere out of thin air. Even the referee on the side looked at the two people who had recently become famous in the outside world. A proud little girl.