"Junior Brother Yun, Junior Brother Yun, is it really you?" A loud and generous voice came from not far away. A tall man about meter tall walked over quickly. It was the Black Tower. He had just joined the Spirit Beast Sect to compete for the other courtyard.

"Senior Brother Hei Tower", Yun Yi Feiqing Lectured.

"Junior Brother Yun is really easy to find. After I broke through to the foundation-building stage, I have been trying to find you to compete, but I don't know where you moved," Heita said to Yun Yifei with a big mouth, and he didn't even look at the two beautiful women next to him.

"I basically practice in the cave and rarely go out, but I never thought that I would let my senior brother run around."

"Hey, Junior Brother Yun, your cultivation has reached the middle stage of foundation building." Hei Ta realized Yun Yifei's cultivation level.

"He should be the top of the sixth level of foundation building, and you should be the senior brother," Gu Ling'er giggled.

"Haha, OK, Senior Brother Yun." Heita said two good things in a row, and Yun Yifei didn't know what he was saying.

"Junior Brother Heita also wants to participate in the competition to select core disciples?"

"Yes, Brother Yun, we have to have a good time to have a good time when we meet." Heita shook his arms with all his eyes. If it weren't for the special occasion, he would have had a good time to have a good time to play.

"Junior Brother Yun, you two are talking, let's go back first," Meng Shuya said.

"Junior Brother Yun, show your performance, let's cheer you up." Gu Ling'er left a sentence and returned to the seat in the stands with Meng Shuya.

"Senior sister walks slowly", after seeing off the two girls, Yun Yifei chatted with Heita, but the topic of Heita is always inseparable from discussions.

While chatting with the Black Tower, Yun Yifei observed the monks around him. He saw that most of them were in the early stage of foundation building, and some were in the middle stage of foundation building. As for the late stage of foundation building, there were not many.

Yun Yifei also saw several familiar people, a young monk with a cold face, Li Tianzhao, a girl in red with handsome facial features and heroic spirit, an old man with white hair and hunchbacked figure, a maroon crutch, and a young woman with a charming figure and exposed clothes. These people were the few people who had performed well in the recruitment of disciples in the Spirit Beast Sect. At this time, they had successfully broken through to the foundation-building stage.

Time was not long, and four monks came in the air. They were the four elders of the Spirit Beast Sect, Gu Zhizhong, Lu Tianfeng, Mei Ruosu, and Yang Wengong. The four of them landed lightly in the front row in the middle of the stands and sat down on the specially prepared seats. After the four elders sat down, several people on both sides sat down.

Next to the four elders is Huang Shang, a cultivator of the Huang family's dan stage, and the other is Liu Zihan, the head of the Liu family. Yun Yifei only recognizes two of them. He does not recognize the other few, but he thinks he has some identities and speculates that he should be an important figure in the other cultivation families.

When the four elders appeared, many cultivators became quiet. Qi Ming, the leader of the Spirit Beast Sect, came to the stage to speak. The main content was the responsibilities of the core disciples in the sect and the significance of selecting core disciples. It took nearly half an hour to end, and then announced: "The selection began."

"Two-way competitions are conducted according to the label serial number. One is the serial number for the serial number 640, the two are the serial number for the serial number 639,..., ten is the serial number for 631, these ten groups will compete on stage," a presiding monk announced.

At the same time, the jade bi on both sides of the platform displays the serial numbers and names of the two sides of the battle.

Ten sets of formations were stimulated on the wide platform of the square, forming ten defensive shields, and ten pairs of monks entered them to prepare for competition, protecting each seat

There are monks in the host.

After the presiding monk announced some rules for the competition, the fierce battle began.

Both sides released their spiritual pets as soon as possible, and then used magic weapons to attack. Their cultivation level was comparable, and their attack methods were similar. Apart from the spiritual pet, other auxiliary means were not allowed, so most of them became stalemate.

Yun Yifei looked at each battle group for a moment and found that there was no combat power beyond the level. In this case, except for those with slightly higher cultivation, if the other realms were about to win, they could only rely on the spiritual pet. Whoever got the most powerful spirit beast would naturally belong to whom.

In the two battle groups, since they were mid-stage monks in the foundation building stage against early-stage monks, the fierce battle ended first, and the winner registered again at the host and drew a new number tag.

"Serial numbers eleven and six hundred and thirty"

"Serial numbers twelve to six hundred and twenty-nine"

As long as there are winners, other monks will come to the stage to compete.

Yun Yifei noticed that the old man with white hair and hair that he was following walked up. He was also in the early stage of foundation building cultivation. Because he participated in the competition for the recruitment of disciples in the Spirit Beast Sect, he also had some understanding of his methods.

The old man was fighting against a middle-aged monk in the middle-stage foundation building stage. He fought against the middle-stage foundation building stage in the early stage. If there were no special means, it would be difficult to win, so Yun Yifei secretly felt a lot of worries for the old man.

The old man looked as usual and looked unconscious. After checking the number sign, he first released his spiritual pet. The white jade turtle the size of a millstone spread out from the white jade turtle, wrapping the man and the beast in it, and waiting for the other party's attack.

The middle-aged monk first released a leopard spirit beast, then controlled the flying sword and roared away, and pierced directly on the defensive shield released by the white jade turtle with great momentum.

"Bang"

With a muffled sound, layers of ripples appeared on the shield, but it only shook for a moment and was not pierced by the powerful flying sword. The old man inside looked calm and at ease, it seemed that he had strong confidence in this solid shield.

"Swoosh swish swish..."

"Bang bang bang..."

The flying swords flew and attacked the shield repeatedly, but they only caused the shield to sway and failed to break it. Moreover, the white jade tortoise inside did not look at all difficult.

Yun Yifei was slightly surprised when he saw it, sighing at the strong defense of the turtle, and there was also a mountain turtle in the space of the Ten Thousand Spirit Cauldron. He had also seen the strength of its defense.

The mountain turtle and the white jade turtle are obviously different. Although they are of the same turtle, they are not the same type.

Seeing that he could not do anything to the other party, the middle-aged monk also directed the cheetah spirit pet to attack together. The cheetah's sharp claws swung out repeatedly and slashed on the solid shield like a sharp blade, but it only made the shield shaking intensify, and there was no sign of breaking it.

The monks saw it. Although the old man was invincible, he didn't know how to win. After all, the other party was in the middle stage of foundation building.

The middle-aged monk was busy and could not break his defense with all his means, so he recalled the flying sword weapon and also sacrificed a defensive shield, looking at the old man with a provocative expression that you can do to me.

"Hi"

Seeing this, the old man threw out the crutches he was leaning on. The crutches that seemed to be powerless were divided into two in the middle, respectively

Hit the middle-aged monk and the cheetah spirit beast.

Seeing this, the middle-aged monk controlled the flying sword and went straight to meet him. As a mid-stage monk, he was naturally not afraid of the old man in the early stage of foundation building. When he was about to knock his magic weapon away first, the situation was unexpected. The crutch that seemed to have no power and lightness contained a powerful force. When the flying sword collided with it, it was knocked backwards, but fortunately it also stopped the attack of the crutch.

When the middle-aged monk's spiritual power and spiritual consciousness surged out to the greatest extent, he was about to control the flying sword to continue attacking the crutch, he saw that the power of the crutch increased greatly and his speed hit him quickly. It was too late to control the flying sword to intercept it, so he had to inject his spiritual consciousness and spiritual power into the defensive shield in hopes of blocking the attack.

"Bang"

Under the huge power of the crutch, the defensive shield trembled rapidly in a position, and finally smashed hard towards the ground under the huge power. The light was lost, but it was separated from the spiritual control of the middle-aged monk.

The middle-aged monk flew backwards, and his flying sword and magic weapon was also recalled by him. Just as he was about to control the magic weapon to face the crutch, he heard a beast roar on the side. His spiritual beast cheetah flew backwards by the crutch, and his two crutches attacked him at the same time.

"go"

The middle-aged monk was shocked and pointed at the flying sword from the air. The flying sword shot out and faced the crutch. At the same time, he sacrificed a majestic long sword magic weapon and slashed straight down at the other crutch.

"Dangdangdang..."

Even though the middle-aged monk was doing his best, the flying sword was still inferior to the old man's crutch and was backed back by him, and the same was true for the long sword magic weapon.

In a moment, the magic weapon was forced not far away around the middle-aged monk, and the middle-aged monk's spiritual power and spiritual consciousness were still exported to the greatest extent. After thinking in his mind, he sighed inwardly and said, "I admit defeat."

The two crutches stopped attacking, merged into one, and were recalled by the old man.

This fierce battle was not long, and even the first round of fierce fighting in other battle groups was still in a stalemate. The old man defeated the monks in the middle stage of foundation building with his cultivation level in the early stage of foundation building, which made the monks watching the battle talk. Yun Yifei saw it and guessed in his heart that the old man's spiritual power and spiritual consciousness must be much more solid than ordinary monks.

"The serial numbers thirteen to six hundred and twenty-eight, please come to the stage." After the presided over the monk asked the old man to draw the second round of number signs again, he shouted at the monks below.

Two early-stage cultivators came to the stage when they heard the sound of the foundation building. They had just started the competition. The winner and defeat were decided in the other battle groups. Yun Yifei took out the number sign because it was his next game.

"The serial number 14 is equivalent to No. 627".

"Junior Brother Heita waits, it's my turn."

"Come on Brother Yun."

Yun Yifei walked into the formation shield and handed the number sign and identity token to the presiding monk for inspection. Then he saw that he was a male cultivator in the early stage of foundation building, about thirty years old. Naturally, he also saw Yun Yifei's mid-stage foundation building cultivation, and his face looked a little ugly.

"I'm in Yuan Rong, please give me advice, senior brother," the man said politely, and then sacrificed seven identical flying swords and magic weapons, which were obviously one set.

"I dare not take it, Yun Yifei." Yun Yifei returned the greeting and sacrificed the Dragon Sword, but did not release the spiritual pet.

After the presiding monk closed the formation, the surroundings became much quieter. Yun Yifei knew that this was the soundproof effect of the formation ban.
Chapter completed!