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Chapter 129

There are a total of ten elders who will fight against the disciple, and the disciple will draw one of them.A maximum of one magic weapon is allowed to be used in a fight, and foreign objects such as pills, formations, talismans, etc. are not available.

"Although the cultivation bases are the same, the elder's mastery and application of spells are completely beyond the reach of ordinary disciples. It is still very difficult to pass the competition."

Shu Pinghui said, dangling her feet that couldn't reach the ground.

"Ah."

Jing Yingrong looked at the disciples on the stage who were dodging the attack of the elders, "Will you take part in this kind of small test in the future?"

Wu Yaochen said with a smile: "Before the next small test, I probably have already applied for the single-person assessment."

Shu Pinghui: "That's my plan too. How about Rong Rong?"

Jing Yingrong: "Same."

Shu Pinghui: "At that time, we will go together. I heard that applying for a single-person assessment requires a large amount of contribution points. If there are many people, you may be able to pay less."

As she said that, she remembered something, looked around and said: "Call Yin Xueze too—by the way, why didn't he come? Did you see him?"

Jing Yingrong shook her head, Wu Yaochen hesitated, and said, "No, I also find it strange."

While speaking, the disciple on the stage was hit head-on by a magic spell cast by the elder because he couldn't dodge in time. He spat out blood and fell to the stage. He was declared a failure in the competition.

Shu Pinghui said in a low voice: "Did you find out that the opponent is also a matter of luck, some elders are ruthless, and some elders just don't want their disciples to pass the competition."

Wu Yaochen said with a smile: "I prefer elders who are harsher, so that we can select real talents for the sect."

Shu Pinghui curled her lips: "That's right, the big competition in your clan is much more difficult than this kind. The worst result of the sect competition is that you are injured and fail to pass. The competitions there often cost people's lives. You killed How many people become young masters, can you count them?"

Wu Yaochen smiled, and said: "You have misunderstood me, even if I am optimistic about the loser, I will show mercy. And those who are truly incompetent, die sooner and later, what is the difference?"

Shu Pinghui rolled her eyes, but did not refute.

The next one to take the stage was Lan Chucui.

Shu Pinghui leaned forward slightly, and muttered, "Let her run ahead."

There were deafening cheers and cheers from the audience, and the crowd, mainly male cultivators, shouted loudly. It wasn't until Lan Chucui looked at them and put his index finger on his lips to signal that the voice became quieter.

Lan Chucui raised her head, and suddenly saw Jing Yingrong.She froze for a moment, then smiled at Yingying in the mirror.

Shu Pinghui: "What is she laughing at?"

Jing Yingrong: "He's saying hello to me."

Wu Yaochen: "Senior Sister Jing, you seem to have misunderstood greetings."

Jing Yingrong: "Oh."

After withdrawing her gaze, Lan Chucui squeezed her palms secretly, her originally calm expression was tainted with a trace of nervousness for no reason.

When the elder came to the stage, Lan Chucui gave a salute, and said, "Outer sect disciple Lan Chucui, please enlighten me by Elder Xiao."

Elder Xiao nodded and said, "Let's begin."

As soon as the words fell, countless sharp thorns protruded from where Lan Chucui was standing.

As expected, Lan Chucui turned around and dodged with a touch of her toes.However, thick vines appeared in midair, blocking her way.

She flicked her palm lightly, as if holding a paintbrush, drawing a river made of flowing flowers.

Fragrant aroma diffuses, the river of flowers meanders through, the vines that look like dragons and snakes wither instantly, and the flowers that make up the river become more gorgeous and full of vitality.

Elder Xiao looked at the river of flowers flowing towards him, nodded his head slightly, and showed a look of admiration.Even so, he didn't stop making tricks.

This river of flowers is a powerful technique cultivated by Lan Chucui, which is both offensive and defensive.With her own strength, without using magic weapons, she can survive ten moves under the hands of the elder without any problem.

Holding her cheeks, Shu Pinghui said to Jing Yingrong: "Rongrong, do you know why Lan Chucui chooses this move as the main method to complete the competition?"

Jing Yingrong: "Because this move is strong enough."

Shu Pinghui: "No, it's because it looks good."

The River of Flowers surrounds Lan Chucui's body, and the colorful and gorgeous flowers are lively and lovely, just like flying butterflies, setting off her graceful figure like a fairy.

The huge blade condensed by spiritual power cut down from above, but it seemed to be cut into the river. The flow of the Huahe River suddenly accelerated, and flowers were attached to the blade, layer by layer, turning them into "Flower Blade".

The flower blade turned around and attacked Elder Xiao back. The moment it approached, the blade exploded, and countless petals carrying sharp energy cut towards the elder like spinning blades.

Lan Chucui was at the middle stage of the Golden Core, so Elder Xiao couldn't show his cultivation strength beyond the middle stage of the Golden Core, so he took several steps back before blocking the petals with three ice walls.

Being able to force the elders back has fully demonstrated Lan Chucui's strength.Hearing the admiration and exclamation from below, like drinking fine wine, made a sweet smile rise on her lips.

But at this moment, she looked at Jing Yingrong in a strange way.

Naturally, Jing Yingrong would not be moved by such scenes, she quietly listened to Shu Pinghui and Wu Yaochen discussing the solution to this move, and did not pay much attention to the stage.

Lan Chucui clenched her palm again.

She turned her head and her chest rose and fell rapidly.

After seven moves, she only needs to fight three more moves, and she will pass the competition.

The river of flowers flows slowly, but the spiritual power is still abundant.

A dark light flashed in Lan Chucui's eyes, she bit her lower lip, and suddenly made a decision.

A white flower appeared before her.The flowers are closed, with slender white petals and metallic luster.

Shu Pinghui was surprised and said: "Why did you use the magic weapon? Isn't it superfluous?"

Wu Yaochen murmured, "Maybe she feels that it's not safe enough."

The white flowers bloomed slowly and steadily, and each time the petals bloomed, they separated from the flowers and arranged in circles from outside to inside in the air, with the tips pointing at Elder Xiao.

Finally, the pale yellow stamens were exposed, dispersed into very fine particles, and disappeared without a trace.

All this sounds slow, but actually happened in an instant.

Elder Xiao frowned, he wiped his face, and there was a faint yellow layer on his hands.

If he was a real middle-stage Golden Core cultivator, the spiritual power in his body would have been chaotic and unable to run smoothly.

Lan Chucui pinched the magic formula in her hand, and the white petals covered Elder Xiao's hood like a storm.

Each petal is a magic weapon in itself.These petals and stamens form a composite magic weapon, which is not considered a violation.

Then there was an absurd scene on the stage: Elder Xiao used his physical strength and footwork to dodge the petals that Lan Chucui was commanding, as if the person participating in the competition was not Lan Chucui, but Elder Xiao.

(End of this chapter)