Mortal Cultivation: Portable Space

As each game ended, there were only ten people left in the field, and these ten people were the top ten disciples.

Among the three people who were eliminated, there were two men and one woman. Among them, the female cultivator who came on stage in the first game was eventually eliminated first. The second person was the man who was challenged as soon as he sat down in the second game. The third person is a young man with an eighth level of cultivation and the lowest strength among the thirteen people.

Among the top ten monks selected in the field, some had lost two games in a row, and some had lost one game. Currently, there are only four who have not lost, and that is Wu Fan, Chen Yi, Hao Yu, and Ling Wei.

At this time, thousands of disciples were also discussing on the stage. Some disciples commented excitedly, and some looked at the ten people in the field with envy. Everyone knew that these ten people would definitely Being accepted as a disciple by the elders, he can also receive rewards from the sect. If anyone is not jealous, it must be a lie.

"I didn't expect Junior Brother Wu to be so hidden. He is so powerful that he actually broke into the top ten." Zhou Yu looked at Wu Fan in the field with an incredulous look on his face.

"Hmph, he deceived us so miserably before that we even considered him our brother. But having said that, the stronger Junior Brother Wu is, the better. It is best if he can be in the top three. Then he can choose a powerful master, which will be considered a success. Now that we have support, with Junior Brother Wu here, the two of us will live a better life in the inner sect, hehe." Bai Xiaowen also said with a playful smile.

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And in the elder area.

"This little guy named Chen Yi is pretty good. He should be about to break through the tenth level. He can use three flying swords with ease. His consciousness should be stronger than ordinary people. He should be able to break into the top three. problem."

"I think Ling Wei is a good girl. She can cultivate to the peak of the ninth level at a young age, and her spiritual root qualifications are definitely not much different."

"Haha, Fairy Lingyun, I think you want to take this girl to your "Miaoyin Peak", right? In my opinion, there shouldn't be any elders who will compete with you for this girl. Everyone knows you Miaoyin Peak only accepts female disciples.”

"Gee... Then Lingyun will thank the elders first."

"I think that boy Haoyu suits my taste. As a monk, you should cultivate your physical body and use your strength to defeat all laws. That's the right way." The man who spoke was a bald middle-aged man. Judging from his sturdy back and tall build, he should be He is also a physical practitioner.

"Humph, let me tell you, Elder Tieman, don't think that just because you are a physical cultivator, you should look down on other monks. The world of immortality is so big, but I haven't seen any physical cultivator who dares to claim to be in the world of immortality."

"What? Elder Fan wants to compete with me?"

"Huh, let's just compete. Are you afraid that you won't succeed?"

"I told you two to stop arguing. With so many elders here, you are not afraid of being laughed at."

"Everyone, I actually think the little guy named Wu Fan is pretty good. He is young but so strong. I think it is possible for him to break into the top three."

"Well, what Elder Sun said is absolutely true. I think this little guy is pretty good. Judging from his age, he is only in his early twenties. It is not easy to reach the eighth level of Qi refining."

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In the playing field.

There was still a fierce duel on the field. There were seven men and three women among the top ten. The ones fighting at this time were Chen Yi and a male monk. Wu Fan saw that Chen Yi was really powerful. He saw that he was controlling three flying weapons. There is no expression on his face, and he can control it with ease. His consciousness must be different from ordinary people. Wu Fan thinks that he can't do it. With Wu Fan's current consciousness, the most he can do is Controlling three magic weapons is good, but one more is impossible. However, even if Wu Fan controls three magic weapons at the same time, he will definitely not be as calm as Chen Yi.

It is said that a monk in the foundation-building stage can control six or seven magic weapons at the same time. That is really powerful. Divine consciousness exists in the monk's sea of ​​consciousness. Whether the monk controls a flying sword to fly or a magic weapon to fight, Or refining elixirs and medicines, all of which require the support of spiritual consciousness. Some monks are born with strong spiritual consciousness, but that is only among a small number of people. Other monks generally have spiritual consciousness that will slow down as their realm improves. It is growing slowly, but it is said that in ancient times, there was a secret technique for cultivating spiritual consciousness, but now it is no longer seen in the world of immortality.

At this time, Chen Yi beat the male cultivator until he was unable to fight back. As expected, after a few rounds, Chen Yi won the game.

The next battle was between Haoyu and a man. Haoyu's tall body was standing there, exuding an extremely brave aura, but the face of the man opposite him showed a look of fear. , his eyes were also shaking. At this time, he was also struggling fiercely deep in his heart, whether to fight or not to fight. According to watching this Haoyu fight before, his opponent usually ended the fight with injuries, but he Now he has lost two games in a row. If he doesn't fight, he will also withdraw from the game and end up in ninth place in front of the man who lost the last game.

After struggling internally for a moment, the man's eyes showed determination. He decided to fight. Even if he was injured, it would be more honorable than simply admitting defeat.

The result was no suspense at all. In less than a quarter of an hour, the man was severely injured and was finally dragged off the field.

At this time, there were only eight people left in the ring. Of these eight, only Wu Fan had reached the eighth level of Qi refining, but no one dared to look down upon him.

The next competition was between senior sister Ling Wei and a male monk. As soon as senior sister Ling Wei stood in the field, she gave people a pleasing feeling. She was wearing a light yellow dress, coupled with her fair and delicate face. It was as if a fairy had descended into the mortal world.

Senior Sister Ling Wei used a long red silk ribbon. The long silk ribbon was like a giant dragon circling and flying in the air, slapping towards the man. The man who was hit had no power to fight back, but Senior Sister Ling Wei was unable to fight back. Just stand there, look at each other, and perform a few magic tricks from time to time.

After a while, the man finally couldn't hold on anymore, was tied up by the long silk, and fell to the ground. Since his fall, eighth place has gone to him.

In the next game, Wu Fan went to battle. This time he chose a female cultivator. This female cultivator was about the same age as Wu Fan. She was about 23 or 24 years old. Her name was "Jing Yao". She was quite graceful, especially her breasts. Wu Fan couldn't help but take a few more glances at the two peaks in front of him. The woman's face turned red when Wu Fan looked at him, and then she snorted and said, "Junior brother, have you seen enough? If you have seen enough, Let’s start competing.”

Wu Fan was embarrassed by the other party's words, his old face turned red, and then he said, "Sister, please."