Ye Lin, as the person with the lowest cultivation level among the entire participating team, had just entered the competition and naturally became the focus of discussion among many spectators.

"There really is a junior fellow who is at the fourth level of Qi training in the team!"

"It seems that they are contestants from Spirit Beast Peak. What is Spirit Beast Peak doing! In this case, the chances of winning for the fifth-level Qi-training monks are extremely low. Let the fourth-level Qi-training monks go out to fight... What's the difference in giving points by following up?

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"It seems like this kid has some extraordinary background or means!"

"Is it possible that our Taixuan Sect's huge Spiritual Beast Peak can't produce any decent fifth-level qi-training rookie talent?"

"Although Fairy Qingyao is beautiful and beautiful, I have to say that this Spirit Beast Peak is really not as good as every year. I remember that in the previous exchange competitions, the performance of Spirit Beast Peak disciples was also lackluster!"

Due to the large number of people, even the monks in the Qi Refining Stage dared to loudly express their dissatisfaction with Spirit Beast Peak and Fairy Qingyao.

Although Ye Lin's achievement of D level by slaying the demon cultivator was announced in the Treasure Pavilion, generally speaking, not many people had seen the announcement in the Treasure Pavilion, and there was no portrait of Ye Lin on the announcement.

In addition, many of the monks who came to watch the competition often practiced hard or were in seclusion and were not well-informed. This also led to the fact that most of the monks in Taixuan Sect did not know this junior brother who was on the fourth level of Qi training.

Facing the doubts from the surrounding senior brothers and sisters, Ye Lin's expression remained normal, and soon, the Taixuan Sect's participating teams arrived at the preparation area on the other side of the square.

The guardian of Taixuan Sect standing on the VIP table loudly said: "The time has come, the participating teams from both sides have begun to draw lots!"

Suddenly, an inner disciple came up holding a huge tray.

There are exquisite jade slips placed one after another on this tray. The jade slips are facing down and the back is facing up. Each jade slip is also engraved with a formation that shields perception. Except for the spiritual consciousness of the powerful pill-forming person, you can see it.

Knowing the contents on the front of the jade slip, no monk under the pill formation can know the contents until the jade slip is opened.

"Junior brothers and sisters, the ranking of the jade slips has been disrupted. Each of you randomly draws a jade slip to determine your opponent in the first round!"

When the tray with the jade slips was delivered to Ye Lin, only half of it was left. Ye Lin stepped forward and took away a jade slip from the corner, then opened it and saw that the jade slip read: "Mr.

Xuan No. 15!"

Ye Lin looked towards the Taicang Gate viewing area a hundred feet away. He couldn't help but be curious, who was the person who drew "Taicang No. 15"?

The guardian of Taixuan Sect in the VIP seat shouted again: "The first round of drawing is over. The contestants from both sides who have drawn numbers one to ten are asked to find the corresponding competition platform and enter."

Ye Lin is No. 15, which means that he will compete with the Taicang Sect contestants on the No. 5 platform in the second batch. The first batch of competitions has nothing to do with him.

"I can just take this opportunity to see the tricks of Tai Cang Clan disciples!"

Suddenly, Ye Lin's pupils shrank slightly, and his eyes were fixed on the No. 3 competition platform. Wang Changsheng, a fat young man with a fifth level of Qi training, jumped up and landed lightly on the No. 5 platform.

At the same time, a young man with a body as strong as a bear carrying a giant sword fell down on the other side of stage 5. This man's cultivation level was also at the fifth level of Qi training.

Song Lingtian walked to Ye Lin and said softly: "I am No. 27, where are you?"

"Fifteen, you are also a swordsman. What do you think of Brother Wang's opponent's strength?" Ye Lin asked.

Song Lingtian said with a slightly serious face: "It's not bad. I'm afraid Fatty Wang will have a fierce battle next, but he should be the one who wins in the end."

Ye Lin asked curiously: "Why are you so sure?"

Song Lingtian said: "Fat Wang is usually very timid and afraid of death. Since he decided to participate in this competition, he must have made a lot of preparations in advance. And when he was fully prepared, he faced the sixth or even seventh level of Qi training.

All opponents are capable of fighting!"

Ye Lin has never gone on a mission with Wang Changsheng, so he doesn't know Wang Changsheng's combat effectiveness. However, Wang Changsheng is usually very smooth and meticulous in helping him do things. He has never made any mistakes. The entire Changsheng Association will be under his control.

His management is very organized, which shows that he is an extremely careful and cautious person.

On stage No. 5, Wang Changsheng and the boy carrying the sword handed the jade slips in their hands to the inner disciple in charge of refereeing in the center of the competition platform. The referee disciple loudly said: "Verify that the jade slips are correct. Both sides of the competition please open the door for ten seconds."

There is a distance of ten feet and we salute each other!"

Hearing this, Wang Changsheng and the boy carrying the sword quickly retreated, then clasped their fists and saluted each other.

"I am Wang Changsheng, an inner disciple of Taixuan Sect!"

"I'm Li Zhuang, an inner disciple of Tai Cang Sect!"

After introducing their identities, the two said in unison: "Please enlighten me!"

when!

The referee disciple slammed the gong in his hand and announced loudly: "The game begins!"

As soon as the man finished speaking, a sneer appeared on the face of Li Zhuang, the young man carrying the sword. At the same time, he quickly drew out the giant sword on his back. This giant sword had no edge and shone with a faint earthy yellow light, giving people a sense of weight.

It’s an untouchable feeling, it’s a top-grade magic weapon!

Wang Changsheng turned into a nimble fat man with quick steps. In a flash, he was only five feet away from Li Zhuang. At the same time, he chanted the magic formula, thunder and lightning surged around his body, and then he violently slapped Li Zhuang with his palm.

Boom!

An arc as thick as an arm was seen shooting towards Li Zhuang.

This is exactly the introductory spell Wang Changsheng learned at Lei Yun Peak, Palm Thunder!

Li Zhuang seemed to be prepared, and immediately put the giant sword in his hand against his chest. He only heard a "ding" sound, sparks flew everywhere, and a black electric shock mark was left on the body of the khaki giant sword, but soon

The traces disappeared without a trace.

After resisting Wang Changsheng's attack, Li Zhuang stepped out of the way and tried to distance himself from Wang Changsheng.

When facing a spell attack, the farther the distance, the longer the time left for him to respond, and the greater the possibility of evading it, so Wang Changsheng got close to him at the beginning.

Although Palm Thunder is only a low-grade yellow-level spell, its power cannot be underestimated, and it is very suitable for monks in the Qi refining period to fight.

Wang Changsheng didn't seem to want to let go of the opportunity to suppress his opponent at the beginning, so he quickly chased after him, waving his palms continuously, and arcs of electricity were fired towards Li Zhuang's head and face.

As long as he hits once, Li Zhuang will definitely be injured, and the next battle will be much easier.

Li Zhuang did not dare to be careless. His figure flashed rapidly on the competition platform. Many electric arcs passed him and turned into a ball of lightning and disappeared without a trace. At the same time, the giant sword in his hand flew one after another,

Constantly resisting Wang Changsheng's palm thunder.

Suddenly, Ye Lin's expression changed slightly as he was watching the battle in the audience.

"That giant sword is absorbing the magic power of the thunder in the palm!"

As the giant sword resisted more and more palm lightning, the earthy yellow light on the giant sword became brighter and brighter. When the giant sword completely turned golden, Li Zhuang's face showed a look of ecstasy!

"Little fat man, thank you for spending your mana to charge my mountain epee!"

And at this moment, Wang Changsheng also showed a look of ecstasy.
Chapter completed!