There is No Fairy I Can't Bend

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The next day's sacrifice to the sky began immediately.

Unlike yesterday, today's competition does not need to be held in a special space, but starts directly in the venue, with only one competition at a time.

This also shows that yesterday's audition is completely different from today's official competition.

Sixteen contestants stood in front of the stage, causing strong cheers from the audience.

They all have a number, and now they are waiting for the person who presides over the competition to select the two people who will start the competition.

"Zhang Zhenzhen, why don't you come?"

Ye Moxibustion, as the host, naturally extended an invitation to Zhang Jianlai.

Zhang Jianlai naturally did not refuse, a sword energy shot out, submerged in the formation, and then the formation lit up, and two numbers appeared—three and nine.

"Right now, contestants No. [-] and No. [-] are invited to stay. The rest of the contestants can take a break in the side room outside the venue."

Mo Mingxin looked at his number, turned and left.

Ye Li looked at her number and followed.

Yin Shiming... a group of people left the venue quickly, but the remaining two people caused an uproar in the audience, and they all speculated whether Zhang Zhenren would regret the two numbers he drew, because at this time, he left Among the people on the field was his disciple - Ruan Jianxin.

And Ruan Jianxin's opponent is a disciple of Mingyue Palace, in the Dongxu period.

Seeing the situation in the competition field through the projection array in the lounge, Mo Mingxin couldn't help laughing and said: "This is really a real master."

Yin Shiming next to him had a worried look on his face: "You can still laugh, Junior Sister Jianxin is about to lose."

"If I remember correctly, you are a disciple of Mingyue Palace, shouldn't you be happy at this time?"

Mo Mingxin glanced at her with a smile on his face.

"Speaking of which, why did you appear here so naturally, this should be my lounge?"

Yin Shiming blushed, glared at her, and said, "If you don't welcome me, I'll just leave."

"How come, of course you are welcome." Mo Mingxin smiled secretly, and his eyes fell on the projection again: "But you are so quick to conclude that Jianxin will lose, isn't it a bit arbitrary?"

"Elder Han is at the Dongxu Stage, and Junior Sister Jianxin is only at the Nascent Soul Stage, so there is no chance of winning."

"I'm also in the Nascent Soul Stage."

"How can you compare with normal people."

"...You underestimate Kenshin too much."

Between the conversations, the competition is about to begin.

I saw Ruan Jianxin calling out his sword soul, and the three-foot green edge burst out with a dazzling silver light, and the sword energy shot out, extremely fierce.

The Elder Han of Mingyue Palace also summoned his own fairy sword. The whole body of the ice-blue fairy sword was crystal clear, and there was a layer of hoarfrost around the sword, making the sword feel chilly.

On the stage, Ye Moxibustion and Zhang Jianlai were chatting.

"Zhang Zhenzhen, the disciples of your faction are a bit unlucky."

Zhang Jianlai smiled lightly: "Let's see the competition, leader."

The Daomeng elders in charge of the referee announced the start of the competition.

I saw two cold lights flashing through the eyes of the two opponents respectively, and the silver-white and blue fairy swords turned into two streamers of light, entangled in mid-air, making a "ding ding ding" collision sound.

At the same time, Ruan Jianxin's body was like the wind, and he came to Elder Han's side in an instant.

Pointing to the sword, the fierce sword energy shot out, condensed and never scattered, and struck towards Elder Han.

Elder Han did not panic, he picked up the formula, and an ice wall stood up on the spot, blocking Ruan Jianxin's "sword" at the very moment.

When the sword energy came into contact with the ice wall, there was a crisp sound like metal colliding.

Ruan Jianxin didn't look disappointed when he couldn't hit one blow, and the other hand also condensed the sword energy, holding a long sword formed by the condensed sword energy in each hand, his steps were graceful, and he moved like a dance.

The two swords drew graceful arcs, like lotus flowers in full bloom, surrounding the people inside the ice wall.

The sound of dense collisions sounded like raindrops, and the cracks spread in the ice wall at a speed visible to the naked eye. There was only a sound of shattering, and the ice wall exploded. There was a reaction.

When the blue light fell, Elder Han held the fairy sword in his hand, weaving a tight sword net to keep the sword energy out.

Seeing this, Ruan Jianxin stepped back, distanced himself from Elder Han, and held the sword formula.

"Qinglian, let go!"

The blossoming lotus immediately turned into a series of sharp sword qi, densely covering Elder Han's people in it.

The sound of collisions sounded more intensively, mixed with the sound of cloth being torn.

The sword soul returned to Ruan Jianxin's hands, a sharp light flashed in her eyes, and under her control, streams of sword energy spread out again, like dense raindrops, fleeting.

The sword energy dissipated, and the embarrassed figure of Elder Han reappeared in front of everyone.

The white dress was covered with sword marks, tattered, and some places were stained with bright red blood.

There was a vaguely cold look on his face, and his eyes were full of anger.

Being careless for a moment, being injured like this by a junior in the Nascent Soul stage, not only her face was dull, but Mingyue Palace would also be ashamed.