"Chirp!"

Da Hui huddled at Chen Ping's feet and neighed in agreement.

"Confidence is a good thing."

Chen Ping raised his eyebrows and said.

Big Hui all agreed with it, it seemed that this disciple had a lot of confidence.

"There are so many seniors from all races in the mountain, can Fuyao reveal his spiritual power?"

Chen Fuyao asked.

After hearing this, Chen Ping smiled and said: "Your master, I, the Tongtian Lingbao and the sixth-order puppet have been revealed to others. Just let them open their eyes."

Strong self-confidence filled his words.

With his current magical power, apart from the golden beads, even the origins of the possession of the body, seventh-level thunder bamboos, treasure skills, demon puppets, Taiyi spiritual roots, etc., are not the things that he is guilty of.

Whoever covets his treasure should do it first.

…

Half an hour later, the drawing of lots began.

"Brother Chen, do you need to do some tricks to send your disciple to the finals?"

As the elder who presided over the competition, Feng Tianyu spoke calmly.

"I want it."

Chen Ping nodded without thinking, and then warned: "Do it in a hidden way, don't let others see through it easily."

There is no such thing as fairness in the world of cultivation.

Isn’t it natural that Chen Ping’s direct disciples should enjoy some special treatment?

As a result, the results of the first draw were quickly released.

Chen Fuyao was very lucky and drew a female cultivator who had just gained the Yuan Dan.

…

The competition among the juniors did not arouse the slightest interest among the powerful men in the mountain.

Most people turned their attention to the ring where Chen Fuyao was.

After all, special spiritual roots are rarely born, so I am quite interested in the magical powers they can exert.

However, Chen Fuyao's first competition disappointed everyone.

Although her opponent is a direct disciple of a large sect, his level is too low.

Before he could recover, he was defeated in one move.

The second game, the third game, the fourth game...

The situation is exactly the same.

The strongest person Chen Fuyao encountered was only a late-stage Yuan Dan with Ice Spirit Root.

With the blessing of several top-quality Taoist tools, this woman won very easily.

It wasn't until the fifth game that Chen Fuyao's good luck ended.

Because the monks who broke into this place are all masters of the same realm.

Feng Tianyu chose carefully and could not avoid an opponent at the peak of Yuan Dan.

…

"Fairy Chen, I'm Nie Tan of Ziyunmen, please give me some advice!"

The person who appeared on the ring was a young male cultivator in black robe.

"Fellow Daoist Nie please."

As soon as Chen Fuyao finished speaking, a clear sound came out of her mouth.

Suddenly, a hint of refreshing fragrance spread around and penetrated into Nie Tan's seven orifices.

"No, this energy can actually weaken the soul!"

Feeling dizzy, Nie Tan immediately activated his magic power to seal his whole body.

Then the sleeves and robes flickered,

Two black lights flew out, looking like two dark hooks.

Chen Fuyao used a magic technique to draw out a green dagger about a foot long.

The cold light shone with a strangely cold air.

…

After a fierce battle of more than thirty moves, Nie Tan, whose consciousness was greatly weakened, had no choice but to admit defeat.

Chen Fuyao put away her spiritual sword and looked at Chen Ping proudly.

"Little girl, you haven't met a strong opponent."

Chen Ping snorted angrily.

This woman's Immortal Bamboo Spiritual Root magical power can confuse people's hearts, which is difficult for ordinary people of the same level to resist.

What's more, she also possesses a psychic sword body.

The realm of swordsmanship in the third step also provided her with a strong foundation for controlling Yuandan.

…

About half a day later, Chen Fuyao fought his way into the final battle.

The opponent was an old acquaintance of Chen Ping and the great-grandson of Ke Yi, the Yuanying of the Formation Sect.

The two of them were going back and forth on the stage, and they had gone through hundreds of moves.

The junior named Ke is a Xuanbing spiritual monk. With a set of ice-attributed level four portable formations, he can fight for dozens of rounds with the early stage of Jindan.

"Master Feng's nephew, increase the power of the restriction."

Xu Daoqing was born and ordered.

Upon hearing this, Feng Tianyu immediately looked around.

The various formation flags that originally surrounded the arena suddenly shone brightly.

The huge light mask covering the stone platform swayed slightly in the next moment and became several times thicker.

At the same time, colorful forbidden runes appeared on the surface, wandering uncertainly on it.

"Fairy Chen, take the move!"

The junior named Ke shouted low, and more than a thousand ice birds flew across the sky, covering half of the arena.

Seeing this situation, Chen Fuyao did not dodge or evade, and slapped her body with her hands in a seal.

Immediately, a green bamboo tree more than ten feet high took its place and stood on the spot.

With a flash, the bamboo leaves fell one after another and turned into countless green rainbows to greet the ice bird.

A series of "ding-dong" sounds were made one after another.

The two collided together and became entangled without giving in to each other.

"Well, Fuyao's magical powers are pretty good, but it's a pity that his cultivation is a few levels behind. It seems he can't beat that kid."

From above, Chen Pingping said expressionlessly.

Although the two of them fought evenly, his eyes were extremely vicious.

I had already seen signs that Chen Fuyao was gradually failing.

"It might as well dampen her spirit."

Chen Pingzhi folded his arms calmly.

You don’t have to strive for first place in everything.

…

"The old man likes to show off so much, so he definitely can't accept my defeat."

In the field, Chen Fuyao, who was dripping with sweat, bit her teeth and wiped the bamboo with one hand.

A green haze appeared out of thin air.

After condensing it again, it actually transformed into the shape of a precious mirror.

As soon as the rain-like ice birds shot into the mirror, they all froze and stopped moving forward.

Chen Fuyao poured in her magic power, and the dim light in the treasure mirror flourished.

"Peng"
To be continued...