I, Panda, am super fierce!

Compared with Jianxiu, who didn't know who was behind him, these people around him were obviously easier to deal with.

The monk was not the only one who had this kind of thinking. He felt that the mantis was catching the cicada, and he caught it by surprise, but ignored the other orioles.

Just as the monk who was attacked by him fell off the platform, and when the attacker turned around to escape, a big bell flew towards him and covered him.

The monk was trapped by the bell, and the squirrel outside did not let go, only to see the bell pestle in his hand growing rapidly, and struck heavily on the surface of the copper bell.

"Boom-"

The huge sound spread around, with thousands of echoes, and the rest of the monks on the platform paused for a moment.

The continuous ringing of the bell made people upset. Seeing this, the monk holding the bell slammed on the surface of the bronze bell again and again.

"Boom-thump-thump-"

The bell rang one after another, and the injected mana turned into an invisible sound attack, spreading across the entire platform.

Yi Zhou was exhausted, his head seemed to explode when disturbed by the bell.

He is like this, and others are not much better.

They were closer to the bell than Yi Zhou, and they were more severely attacked by the sound waves. One of them was bleeding from his eyes, nose and ears.

It was obviously injured by the sound wave.

Before the monk who rang the bell could make a move, another person unexpectedly swept him down with his palm. The monk was blown off the platform, and spit out a mouthful of blood again, looking resentfully at the monk who shot at him.

Then he was taken away by Guiyuanzong's disciples unwillingly.

Another person was eliminated, and now on this platform, there are only the last four people left.

In addition to Yi Zhou, there was also a monk who was ringing the bell, a monk who had just pushed someone down, and a monk who had become a praying mantis and was now trapped in the bell.

The life and death of the cultivator trapped in the bell was unknown, and the two of them did not intend to compete with the sword cultivator for a spot.

So in the end, the remaining opponents are only each other.

The two thought about it in their hearts, but it didn't affect the movements of their hands.

The monk who rang the bell continued, this time the bell did not fly out, but only looked in one direction.

The bell sounded in front of him, and the cultivator shimmered around him, and when the halo turned around, those sound attacks were easily resolved.

At this time, neither of them had any need to hide their means. The bell ringing cultivator waved the bell pestle more and more urgently, and the sound gradually stepped into a strange rhythm.

The other person's defensive magic weapon seemed a little powerless under such an eager attack, but he was not a vegetarian either. With a wave of his hand, more than a dozen ropes flew out from the palm of his hand, and the ropes were tied to the monk ringing the bell from all directions.

There was no way to hide from this situation, the bell-ringing cultivator blushed, and the rhythm of the copper bells changed in turn. The rope seemed to be blocked by something, and could not get up or down in the sky.

As time passed, the two monks were still in a stalemate, and the competition was who could persevere to the end.

However, at this moment, the giant copper bell covered on the ground suddenly trembled.

This strike seemed to touch something, and the aura of the bell-ringing cultivator was blown away. The rope that was blocked in the air was no longer hindered, and he swarmed up and tied up the cultivator by the bell.

The monk who let out the rope smiled proudly, swung his arm, and the rope connected to the palm of his hand threw the monk flying.

The monk flew off the platform, but his clock was still on it, and there was another person inside the clock. Gui Yuanzong stipulated that as long as there are more than two people on the platform, the competition will not end.

The sword cultivator in the corner has been watching from the sidelines, and has no intention of doing anything, and the cultivator who was thrown off by him has no intention of taking back the magic weapon.

After being reminded by him, the cultivator who got up and was about to leave raised his eyelids and took the magic weapon back.

The bronze bell rose and became smaller and smaller from the sky until it became the size of a palm before falling into the monk's hands.

Zhong Fei left, and the monks inside also lost their confinement, revealing the monks bleeding from seven orifices inside.

Compared to others, he was injured more seriously, and he couldn't even stand upright in this matter.

This appearance caused the monk not far away to put down his guard. He did not walk in, but said loudly to the man: "My fellow Taoist, I intend to attack you, but you should do it yourself..."

Before he finished speaking, the monk suddenly grinned at him, and the hairs on his body stood up. The monk suddenly sensed a sense of danger, and hurriedly wanted to back away, but it was too late.

A short knife flew towards the eyes, the blade was laid horizontally, and the spiritual energy on it was violent. Before the monk could do anything, he was involved in the self-explosion of the magic weapon.

The magic weapon for body protection lasted less than a moment during the self-explosion, all internal organs were injured by the oncoming self-explosion, and the meridians were also broken inch by inch in this force. The monk tried his best to protect the dantian, hoping to save his life from it.

Fortunately, fortunately, the grade of this magic weapon was not too high, so he escaped in the end, but the shock of self-explosion had already pushed him out of the platform, and naturally, his qualification was also cancelled.

The cultivator's body had already become tattered. The magic weapon belonged to fire, and when it blew up, it naturally carried the breath of real fire. At this time, the remaining breath was still doing evil in the body, further destroying his dilapidated meridians.

Gui Yuanzong came and two disciples wanted to carry him away, but faster than them were a few figures flying out of another attic.

"Brother!"

"Disciple!"

The group of people gritted their teeth when they saw the miserable appearance of the monk, and the old man at the head stretched out his hand to drain the magic power from the monk's hand, wanting to investigate the situation in his body.

As soon as he saw the appearance in his body, the old man's eyes turned red. His most proud disciple, his appointed successor, at this time, none of the meridians in his body were intact.

The monk's body was dilapidated. Although the mana of the old man was of the same origin as his, it still caused a lot of damage to him after entering. He no longer had the strength to make a sound, and only trembled slightly.

Seeing him like this, the old man felt even more regretful. He picked him up and hated the disciples of Guiyuanzong who came over: "It is stated in the Taoism and Fa Conference that the lives of monks should not be hurt. Now my disciple has become like this. I also hope that your faction will give me justice."

Gui Yuanzong has held so many dharma conferences, and there will always be some unexpected situations in each dharma conference. They have seen this kind of thing a lot, and they don't think it's a big deal. Brother Ying said: "It is inevitable for monks to have bumps in their discussions. No one wants to see this kind of thing happen. In this way, I still have a bottle of elixir here, which is a holy product for healing. It is a little bit of my return to Yuanzong." Be careful."

Facing the hand stretched out in front of him, the old man's eyes were tearing apart. He didn't expect the other party to say that after seeing his disciple's miserable state!

"My disciple's meridians were broken inch by inch, not by normal means, but by that person..." He gritted his teeth and pointed to the monk who was bleeding from the seven orifices on the platform, but smiled wantonly: "That person blew up his magic weapon to make my disciple suffer." Such a serious injury!"

"Okay, self-explosion magic weapon is also a means, who said it can't be used." The face of monk Yuanying also turned cold, the old man was on the same level as him, and the pavilion of the other party's sect was quite far behind. Yuan Zongmen didn't take them seriously, and didn't even bother to perfunctory them.

"With this time wasted here, it's better to go back and find a way to reshape his meridians."

It is not impossible to reshape the meridians. Many treasures of heaven and earth have this effect, but those things are not affordable for everyone. There is a trace of contempt in their hearts, and the people of Guiyuanzong also speak with a little carelessness. contempt.

Anyone who paid a little attention to his tone could hear that the faces of the sect were flushed with anger, and they wanted to rush up, but they were stopped by their head.

It was a kind of deep powerlessness. The elders of Guiyuanzong were above them. The mighty coercion shrouded the place. He felt the strength on his shoulders increase. The old man was full of bitterness and stopped him from going forward. doorman of theory.

"Let's go, your brother's injury can't wait."

He turned around with the doorman and walked out of the venue. When he was far away, he looked back at the platform.

The cultivator standing on it faced them and gave him a mocking smile.

A possible conflict was resolved so easily, there were only two people left on the platform, and the screening was all over.

Yi Zhou felt a little uneasy in his heart, but it was impossible to dictate Gui Yuanzong's decision. He glanced at the monk who was still laughing not far away, frowned, and stepped off the stage.

After relaxing, the tiredness invaded him in a short moment, Yi Zhou's body swayed imperceptibly, his eyes narrowed, and he searched for the way to the pavilion.

It's closer there, if you fool around casually, you should be able to let him sleep for a while.

Just as this thought appeared in his mind, there was another person's shadow as far as he could see.

The man came very quickly, he was still a hundred feet away in the blink of an eye, and in the blink of an eye, he was already beside him.

Surrounded by a familiar atmosphere, all worries were dispelled.

Yi Zhou felt more sleepy, the person beside him picked him up and said, "Go to sleep."

After that he didn't know anything.

……

This sleep was extremely peaceful, and when he woke up again, he was in a room that was both familiar and unfamiliar.

He said unfamiliar because he had never been in this room before, and said he was familiar because of the familiar furnishings and the familiar and reassuring smell in this room.

"Are you awake?" A low, hoarse male voice came from next to his ears, and then a cool air quickly swirled around his body to confirm that everything was fine, and the person next to him withdrew his hand in satisfaction.

The mind recovered the most during this sleep, and his mind seemed to be clearer than usual. Yi Zhou got off the bed and asked the person next to him, "Why didn't Master send me back?"

Si Heng had a look of reason: "There is a formation outside your room, and I can't get in because of the teacher."

In response to his reply, Yi Zhou was speechless for a moment.

The formation outside his room is only the most superficial one, not to mention the difference in cultivation, the difference in the formation alone is enough to make the other party ignore the formation full of loopholes, and walk in the door openly.

I don't know what Master is going to mess with, Yi Zhou rationally chooses not to answer, he changes the subject and asks: "Master, how many days have I slept?"

Seeing that the little apprentice didn't respond, Si Heng seemed a little disappointed, but he didn't hold back: "It won't be long, today is only the third day."

Like the Foundation Establishment Stage, there is also a two-day rest period between the first round and the second round of the Golden Core Stage. The second round of competition will be held on the third day after the first round.

Yi Zhou turned his head and looked out, the sun had already tilted to the west.

More than half of today has passed, so his competition should have been cancelled.

He felt a little sad, after all, it was a once-in-50-year opportunity, and it would be a pity to miss it, but this kind of pity did not last long. To outline the sword image in his mind, it was more gratifying for him than the top spot in the Dao Fa Conference .

Putting aside the unhappiness in his heart, Yi Zhou said oh, and asked Si Heng: "I don't have to go out after that."

There is still not a short time before the end of the discussion on Taoism, and he can take advantage of this time to get more familiar with the function of the sword shadow in his mind.

Yi Zhou had already thought about how to plan for this period of time, but he heard the person on the other side ask in feigned surprise: "The competition is not over yet, who said you don't have to go out?"

"Isn't today the afternoon of the third day?"

The monks who passed the first round of screening had to draw their opponents on the third morning, otherwise, even if they automatically gave up their qualifications for the competition, Yi Zhou was still in a dream in the morning, and it was impossible to draw opponents.

"It is indeed the third day, but Gui Yuanzong delayed the time for the second round of competition." Si Heng sighed slightly when he said this: "The monk who was with you before died when he returned. "

The cultivator originally protected his dantian, but his meridians were broken, so it is not impossible to recover, but for some reason, he had already taken the elixir, but the wound on his body not only did not heal, but became more and more serious, and he died within an hour. went.

The other party's sect insisted that the elixir given by Gui Yuanzong was used to kill people. Now that there is no one, they naturally want to ask Gui Yuanzong for an explanation.

They're not stupid, they didn't go looking for one faction, but assembled some other small and medium-sized sects. These sects all have a common characteristic-in this Dao Discussion Conference, all promising disciples were seriously injured. His hands and feet were chopped off, and he was as heavy as that monk, his meridians were all damaged, and he even lost his life.

Gui Yuanzong was so disturbed, so naturally he had no choice but to pretend that nothing happened. The originally scheduled competition was postponed like this, and the recovery time was uncertain.

Take out a plate of spiritual fruit from the storage bag and put it on the table - this is the habit that Si Heng has gradually developed over the years.

He frowned slightly, looking a little worried: "This year's Daoism will be a little unusual, so you should be more careful in the future."

Reaching out his hand to pick out the most beautiful fruit from the plate, Yi Zhou sat down and took a bite, then nodded: "Don't worry, Master."

The spirit fruit was rich in juice, and after biting it off, the juice was also stained on the lips. The crystal clear liquid made the boy's lips fuller, tempting people all the time.

Si Heng pressed the tip of his tongue against his teeth, holding back the urge to move in his heart, but his apprentice didn't notice it at all, and kept chattering.

After talking about how he drew the sword shadow, Yi Zhou stopped talking, ready to listen to Si Heng tell him some precautions.

But after waiting for a long time, Yizhou didn't come to teach him. He raised his head with some doubts, and what he saw was a pair of dark eyes.

Those eyes fixed on him made Yi Zhou feel a little apprehensive, he touched his face: "Is there something on my face?"

"A little bit." The man on the opposite side seemed to have just realized it. He nodded, leaned over slightly, and wiped his fingertips against his lips, taking away the remaining juice.

"There's something in here."