Dressed as the protagonist Shou's brother who died young

Because there were too many monks in the foundation building period, the Nine Yi Sect separated the Lingjun Terrace with a space formation, dividing one into nine to save time.

Before it was Wen Song's turn, he took Yin Su to observe other monks' fights in the audience. Some of them won by relying on their spiritual roots to restrain their attributes, some directly relied on their cultivation to suppress them, and some relied on magic weapons, Talisman wins.

Wen Song wrote down their battle methods one by one, and kept deducing and analyzing them in his mind. In contrast to him was Yin Su, who stood aside with a leisurely posture.

Wen Song turned his head to look at him, "Did fellow Daoist Yin check out the opponent?"

Yin Su lazily said: "Not yet."

"Know yourself and the enemy, and you can fight a hundred battles without peril," Wen Song said worriedly: "Fellow Daoist is not prepared at all, what will we do when the time comes?"

Yin Su didn't reply to Wen Song's words, because it was already time for him to play.

Ling Jun is on stage.

"Yun Huan Gong Chu Lansi, I also ask Fellow Daoist Yin for advice."

The person who spoke was a beautiful woman with an overwhelmed appearance. She was holding a green jade tube, and when she bowed her head, she showed tenderness and grace, which made many men in the audience shake their hearts.

However, these people obviously did not include Yinsu. He looked at the woman across the way with a very flat gaze, not much different from the gaze when he saw a stone on the side of the road, "Jiuyi Zong Yinsu."

Chu Lansi and Yin Su are both disciples who were accepted into the Immortal Sect after passing the trial of the Nine-Storied Pagoda. She knew how powerful he was, so she didn't dare to be careless. She held the jade tube to her lips and moved towards He attacked, intending to use the sound of the flute to bring it into the illusion.

As soon as a syllable came out of the clinker jade tube, the fairy from Yunhuan Palace was struck by Yin Su's swinging sword and flew off the stage, and her landing posture was not very elegant.

Before everyone could react, Yin Su had already withdrawn his sword and returned to the audience. It took some effort to save the first two sentences, but it was not time for a cup of tea.

The male cultivators in the audience saw that Yin Su was so unsympathetic to such a beautiful female cultivator, and secretly condemned in their hearts: At least it makes people look better!

Wen Song looked at the embarrassed female cultivator on the ground, then at Yin Su who was calm and calm, and asked what most male cultivators would like to ask, "You beat people down like this? "

"Well," Yin Su said, "What did you tell me to prepare just now?"

When Wen Song heard the words, he immediately forgot about the female cultivator just now. He looked at Yin Su, his eyes filled with the ugly jealousy of a scumbag for a top student, "It's nothing, it's the same if you don't prepare."

You win anyway.

When it was his turn to play, it was already evening, and the clouds and mist and the sunset covered Lingjun Terrace with a pink veil.

Wen Song stood on the stage and greeted Lu Geng.

There is not much difference in cultivation between the two, and their spiritual roots are born together, so it is not so easy to decide the winner.

In fact, it was true. In the first half hour, Wen Song blindly defended with the red silk banner, while Lu Geng kept attacking with wooden vines. For a while, neither of them could do anything to the other, and they fell into a stalemate.

The fight on the stage was in full swing, but when he saw that Yin Su's eyes were like two chickens pecking at each other, he covered his sleeves and yawned, his brows and eyes half closed.

Wen Song still didn't use the sword array in the end. He was impatient with Lu Geng because of the characteristics of the magical weapon. When he was slightly relaxed, he quickly wrapped his wooden vine with the red silk curtain, and wrapped it around Lu Geng. People played Lingjuntai.

Two days later, the 350 foundation-building monks became [-], and the names of those eliminated monks disappeared from the hollow floating platform.

The second round of competition is no longer a two-two battle, but a melee in groups of ten, a total of 35 groups, and one person has a bye.

After an interval of one day, the second round of competition began.

Wen Song is a self-aware person. He knows that he has the lowest cultivation level among the ten people and is also the easiest to be kicked off Lingjuntai. Therefore, he threw out the formation disk Yin Su gave him at the beginning, trapping and killing the other nine. People, won the first name among the ten people.

But the melee in other groups was far less clever than Wen Song's. For example, Yin Su, because of his high strength, was targeted by the remaining nine as soon as he entered the field, and it took a lot of effort to win.

After the second round of competition, there were only 36 monks left in the Foundation Establishment Stage.

Except for Wen Song, who used the array to win, and Wen Fu, who had two byes, the remaining 34 people can be said to be the strongest existence in this group of foundation-building monks.

Next is still a two-two battle, this time Wen Song's formation will not be of much use, because his opponent is Yin Su himself.

Of course, the same goes for Wen Fu. Apart from being slightly higher than Wen Song, his cultivation base is still at the bottom compared to the rest of the people, so the two were eliminated early.

As round after round of competition ended, there were only four people left on the stage, namely Yin Su, Qi Mu, Yin Lu, and Xiang Shen.

Qi Mu fought against Yin Lu, and Qi Mu won.

Yinsu played against Xiangshen, and Yinsu won.

In the final battle, Yinsu played against Qi Mu.

Not only the monks in the audience are watching the battle between the two of them, but also the elders of the various immortal sects, especially the Nine Yi Sect, because this competition not only determines the leader of the Fengwen Society, but also concerns the sect. The first person in the door.

Both of them are sword cultivators who have realized the meaning of the sword. During the battle, the frost and snow were clear, and they were awe-inspiring.

Yin Su's light eyebrows were no longer as calm as before, but with an indomitable momentum, pressing each other step by step.

Qi Mu held Ningguang and the horizontal sword in his hand to block Yin Su's approach, then took a step back, one sword turned into ten thousand swords, and then ten thousand swords returned to one, and stabbed at him like a wandering dragon.

This is his last sword, and the sword intent is one.

All in one.

Return to Tao.

to all things.

Feeling the Dao rhyme coming towards his face, Yin Su's eyes turned bloody, he didn't resist, but let the sword intent lead him into Qi Mu's way.

The sun and menstruation pass through the sky, and the mountains and rivers rotate.

He went from a breeze in spring to the scorching flames of summer, from the bleak and bleak autumn colors to the infinite coldness of winter, and it went round and round, endlessly, and at the last moment, he returned to the original point.

Yin Su opened his eyes, his eyes were clear, and he had obviously escaped from Qi Mu's sword intent.

"Now, it's my turn."

Yin Su didn't add too much spiritual power to the last sword, as if it was just an ordinary sword.

But Qi Mu knew that was not the case.

The coercion contained in this sword is even greater than his own, it is a sword intent mixed with death.

Those who have not broken life and death cannot break it.

And Qi Mu didn't know life, how could he know death?

In this battle, India wins.

Feng Wen will decide the leader.

After Xiang Shen watched Yin Su's fight with Qi Mu, he felt that he was not wronged. He looked at the young junior who was looking very proud, and said, "How did you become friends with people?"

"Brother, don't you understand?"

Wen Song's face was full of pride, as if the one who won was not Yinsu but him, "Thirds of a feather flock together, and people are divided into groups. Naturally, it's because I like fellow Daoist Yin very much."

Looking at the confident expression on his face, Xiang Shen felt that the little junior brother might have some cognitive barriers to him, "Just be happy."