If No. 81, the No. 41 arena.

Wan Xuan flew down on a disc-shaped flying magic weapon and landed on the No. 41 stage.

At this moment, opposite him, an ordinary-looking female monk was looking at Wan Xuan with a desolate expression on his face.

This female cultivator has good cultivation and has eight levels of Qi training. Among the Qi training monks who participated in this competition, this time, they are middle and upper.

Originally, there was definitely no problem passing the first round, and it was even possible to pass the second round and the third round.

But her luck was so bad that she met "Uncle Wan" who was almost the first in the first round by most Qi training disciples, so she could only stop there.

The other Huangfeng Valley Qi training disciples under the ring were relieved when they saw that Wan Xuan had already come on stage, and at the same time, they secretly observed silently for the unlucky female disciple in their hearts.

Han Li, who was an ordinary-looking person, was standing in the crowd and secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Wan Xuan coming on stage. Even with his wealth, he didn't feel that he could beat Master Wan.

Around the ring, a disciple from the Foundation Establishment Stage said in a deep voice: "The two sides confirmed the battle license plate."

Wan Xuan took out the jade plaque with his hand, which had three clear seal characters "81" on it.

The female disciple also took out her license plate with a sad look on her face, which contained the three seal characters "Eighty Two".

The disciple of the Foundation Establishment Stage nodded, glanced at the female disciple with some pity, and said in a deep voice: "If you are unable to meet the strength, you can admit defeat in advance. The winner shall not attack the loser or the loser. Losing consciousness or falling out of the ring will be considered as failure."

"There is no objection between the two sides, the game begins!"

Wan Xuan looked at the female disciple opposite and smiled gently, "Don't this junior nephew admit defeat?"

Hearing the word "school nephew", the female disciple gritted her teeth hatefully, but ignored Wan Xuan and just took out a flying sword and a ring from the storage bag, expressing her attitude.

Wan Xuan lives in Qifeng Mountain every day. In addition to sorting out the geological veins and expanding the geology, he also thinks about refining tools, alchemy, talisman making, etc. on weekdays, as just to pass time.

Thanks to the extraordinary insight brought by Liubo Liquid, a rare treasure in the universe, he was very relaxed to come into contact with these side jobs of cultivating immortals. He often could integrate it with one glance or even draw inferences from one example.

Therefore, Wan Xuan could see at a glance that the two magic weapons of the female disciple were actually the best among the medium-grade magic weapons, and even facing relatively poor high-grade magic weapons, they could stand up to one another.

Especially the small ring, ring-shaped magic weapon is generally more popular among similar magic weapons. It can also serve as two functions of trapping enemies and defending. With the quality of this small ring magic weapon, the value is probably no less than that of a top-grade attack magic weapon.

With these two magic weapons in hand, this female disciple had the power to fight when encountering the ninth-level monk who was not so skilled in magic weapons. No wonder she had to admit defeat and struggle.

However, in front of Wan Xuan, this strength was still a bit futile.

Wan Xuan flipped his hands and took out a golden claw-shaped magic weapon. As the magic power was poured in, the golden claw magic weapon rose in the wind, turning into a tall golden giant claw, pressing directly towards the female disciple.

Wan Xuan still has room for anything. The golden claw magic weapon is not flying fast, and it is completely time for the female disciple to admit defeat.

Using a top magic weapon directly will also eliminate the opponent's intention to resist.

The female disciple saw that Wan Xuan was a top magic weapon, and her face changed drastically.

She thought that a noble and arrogant hero like Wan Xuan, who was not very old, would definitely be young and energetic.

Facing an ordinary Qi training disciple, he could not say that he would have the intention of playing tricks, so he would have the intention of staying on the stage and not leaving.

How could he expect that the other party did not have the arrogance of a disciple of aristocratic families at all, and he used top magic weapons when he came up?

The female disciple gritted her teeth. From the speed of the magic weapon flying, she could tell that Wan Xuan still had the intention of letting her admit defeat.

But she was unwilling to accept it and was unwilling to accept it. There was only one big competition in three years. Even if she couldn't get the top 50 foundation-building pills, she could get very generous resource rewards as long as she could pass one or two rounds.

For an ordinary disciple like her, how important is the reward of the competition?

For example, Wan Xuan, who was born in a family of immortal cultivation, was at the beginning of the process of forming pills, magic tools, spirit stones, elixirs and even foundation-building pills.

Why should such a person compete with ordinary Qi training disciples like her for the competition rewards!!

The female disciple thought angrily, looked at the golden claw magic weapon that was approaching, and directly pinched the Fengyu Technique, and floated away from the attack range of the golden claw magic weapon.

Then he poured his magic power into the flying sword, which flashed with blue light and flew towards Wan Xuan.

From the female disciple who used the Yufeng Jue to escape from the attack range of the Golden Claw Magical Artifact to the full force of her attacking the flying sword, it only took a few breaths.

Compared to Wan Xuan's golden claw magic weapon that deliberately suppressed speed, the flying sword was very fast and flew to Wan Xuan in the blink of an eye.

The next moment, many Qi-training monks in the audience exclaimed in surprise.

Even the referee in the Foundation Establishment Stage showed an incredible look, because the water-blue flying sword was firmly clamped by Wan Xuan's four fingers.

“Buzz!”

The flying sword struggled wildly in Wan Xuan's hands, but he could not break free at all.

Wan Xuan grabbed the Shuilan Flying Sword with one hand, and then calmly stared at the female disciple on the other side of the ring.

Seeing this scene in front of him, the female disciple finally said with a loss of heart: "I admit defeat!"

The water-blue flying sword lost its master's magic power support, and the inspiration on the sword body disappeared.

Wan Xuan smiled slightly, let go of the flying sword, and let it be summoned back by the female disciple.

The female disciple looked at Wan Xuan deeply, suddenly bowed to him, then turned around and flew off the ring.

Han Li in the audience also looked at Wan Xuan with a calm look on the stage with a striking look on his face. He was able to clamp the flying sword with four fingers. How strong is this Uncle Wan’s physical strength!

On the other side, in the special viewing table of several Jiedan monks, the beautiful woman with a cold face showed surprise on her face and said to the big fat man who was laughing on the other side:

"Junior Brother Lei, you disciple is not simple. Not only is your cultivation reaching the peak of the ninth level of Qi training, but your physical strength is even more extraordinary. It seems that you are probably not weaker than some ordinary second-level monsters, right?"

"Junior Brother Lei has really put in effort to this disciple. He can temper his body to this level, and the spiritual medicine is also expensive, right?"

Lei Wanhe on the other side laughed, and his flesh was surging like a wave.

"Where is it, Senior Sister Hongfu praised it. My disciple's physical strength is so exaggerated. Junior brother didn't know it before this. I'm afraid he has another chance."

When Hongfu heard this, she glanced at Lei Wanhe with a meaningful look, then turned her head and stopped talking.
Chapter completed!