Wang An heard Yu Shi's voice, was silent for a moment, and continued, "As for the second defect, you should have already understood it, that is, only when your body is hurt can you complete the transformation; that is, the amount of power you can transform depends entirely on how much pain you can withstand. In other words, when you can't feel that your opponent causes damage to you, you will also not get any power."

"No wonder..." Yu Wei immediately remembered the scene when he fought with Zhang Guanxi. After being hit by the opponent's heavy punch for a while, the pain in his body gradually eased, until there was no pain in the future, and the feeling of strength increased also disappeared with the pain.

"It is precisely this that your spiritual body is known as the Nirvana spirit body - the greater the pain you can bear, the more you can have the power of transformation," Wang Shi settled down and continued, "Of course, this not only requires you to have a full understanding of your body, but also a great test of your will. If you know that your opponent's attack power is far beyond the limit of your body's endurance, and you still have to take it head-on, you may only seek death..."

After hearing Yu Wei's obedient voice, Wang Yan nodded slightly, and a smile appeared on his face, stopping his voice transmission to Yu Wei.

After hearing Wang Shian say that, Yu Shi finally had a more systematic and comprehensive understanding of the Nirvana Spirit Body that he suddenly awakened after rebirth. He finally understood that Wang Shian sent a voice to ask himself to use his body to take the opponent's attack before he went on stage.

As for the flaws of the Nirvana Spirit, Yu Wei didn't take it too seriously. After all, if he really encountered a great enemy of life and death, he wouldn't be so stupid that he stood still and was slaughtered by others...

However, just as Yu Wei was concentrating on how to use this spirit body to improve his strength in the future, he suddenly heard an excited scream from the audience from the audience.

Yu Wei suddenly stood up and looked at the two arenas curiously. At this moment, two junior disciples had already started the competition in the Kun ring where he was before. Both of them were flashing with faint golden light and making fun, but there were very few audiences in the audience.

The Qian-word ring is completely opposite. The surrounding ring can be said to be surrounded by the disciples who are watching. Two elder disciples wearing dark blue Taoist uniforms are standing on both sides of the ring holding wooden swords in their hands and facing each other from a distance.

Seeing this scene, Yu Wei couldn't help but frown slightly. He just used a wooden sword to compete. It's no big deal. Why are those onlookers so excited?

Just as he narrowed his eyes and was about to see what happened, the two people on the ring waved the wooden swords in their hands again, and they fought back and forth. Just as the two of them suddenly touched each other, Yu Wei finally saw the clue and murmured to himself, "The Nine-word Sword Technique for Evil Killing Evils!? No wonder so many people watched."

The Nine-word Evil Sword Sword is indeed not unfamiliar to Yu Shi, because he has seen the other party exert at least twice in front of him since he first met Wang Yan. And judging from the great power of the sword energy condensed by the wooden sword after he casts it, the power of this sword technique is indeed not small, and the requirements for practicing this skill are also very strict. It not only requires practitioners to have a certain talent for swordsmanship, but also requires a certain opportunity to find a thousand-year-old evil-resistant peach wood that can be used to make a spiritual sword to perform. Moreover, only with talent can one achieve the profound cultivation of swordsmanship and have the opportunity to obtain a sufficiently year or even better peach wood to the extreme. The two complement each other and are indispensable.

These two requirements undoubtedly greatly limit the choices of most disciples, resulting in some disciples having certain swordsmanship talents, but they are unable to find genius treasures like Thousand Years of Peach Wood and eventually give up practicing the evil-killing sword technique. Those disciples with shallow swordsmanship talents themselves have no confidence in practicing this path.

Even Yu Wei himself was very moved because of his experience of the power of swordsmanship, but after Wang Shian personally tested that he did not have the talent to practice this path, he could only give up.

But I didn't expect that Longhu Mountain actually has such disciples who are far superior to ordinary people's talents and opportunities, and two appeared at once. From this point of view alone, it was enough to make those who were once deterred by this technique.

What Yu Shi didn't know was that in addition to the elders and disciples of Longhu Mountain, there were also many people who were shocked.

Yue Dubu of Shushan Sword Sect is one of them. When he saw two disciples on the stage confronting swordsmanship, his eyes lit up, and his greedy eyes flashed away. Under his calm face, he had already begun to think about how to get these two disciples back to Shushan...

However, as the judge of the Ganji ring, the face of Lingquan Zhenren gradually became clouded with haze, because one of the two disciples who were good at the stage was his registered disciple Zhang Jiyong, and he was obviously at a disadvantage at this time and was suppressed by Zhang Jianxing, the disciple of Lingqiu Zhenren.

...

Not long after, the competition result was announced with a cold snorting full of anger in the Spirit Quan Zhenren.

"Danzitai, Game 10! Zhang Jianxing won!"

"Senior Brother Jiyong, I'll give in!" Zhang Jianxing put away the wooden sword and saluted Zhang Jiyong who was lying on the ground with a blank expression on his face.

Zhang Jiyong forced himself to hold up his body and covered the shocking Yinhong wound on the right arm with his left hand. "Senior Brother Jianxing is modest, he is not as good as others in his skills. I also want to thank my senior brother for showing mercy and not destroying my arm."

The real man Lingquan walked to Zhang Jiyong, grabbed his arm and looked for a while, then took out a white porcelain bottle from his arms, stuffed a red pill the size of a soybean into his mouth, and said, "Fortunately, I didn't hurt my muscles, go back and cultivate well!"

After saying that, he picked up the red-brown wooden sword that fell not far away and handed it to Zhang Jiyong, waved his hand to two disciples, and helped him off the stage. After doing this, Master Lingquan returned to his previous corner, and never looked at Zhang Jianxing from beginning to end.

Zhang Jianxing consciously stepped back from the arena, returned to his previous position with everyone's surprise eyes, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and rested.

In the next few competitions in the two arenas, either because the strength of the participating disciples themselves is quite different, or because they are familiar with each other and know the strength of both sides, the weaker disciples actually admit defeat on their own, resulting in the subsequent competition being surprisingly rapid.

It was less than four o'clock in the afternoon, and all twenty-six competitions in a day were completed, and only the last bye disciple was left has not been announced yet.

All the disciples watching the game in the audience looked at the elder disciple sitting on the cushion in the center of the square with a weird expression. In their opinion, this bye should be Zhang Yaoyang, another disciple who was recognized as being among the top three elder disciples and Zhenren of Lingfeng.

Moreover, their guess was soon confirmed on the big screen of the dry-word ring.

"Which disciple Zhang Yaoyang, who was bye in the preliminary round, will he compete with the 26 winning disciples next? Let's wait and see!" As Zhang Yang's voice sounded again, the match started again on the big screen.

The twenty-six winning disciples, including Yu Xi, all tense up at this moment and stared at the scrolling photos on the screen.

A moment later, as the photo turned, the face of a thin young man came into everyone's sight, and the disciple's heart couldn't help but sank to the bottom of the valley. The other disciples who were not shaken suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and some of the younger disciples even looked at the selected disciple with gloating expressions.

Zhang Yang then read the name of the disciple, "He is... Zhang Ritian! The disciples who are going to compete on stage are Zhang Yaoyang and Zhang Ritian! Please invite the two contestants to the stage!"

Zhang Yaoyang got up without hesitation when he heard this. Zhang Ritian followed closely. However, just as Lingquan Zhenren was about to announce the start, he saw Zhang Ritian suddenly bow and salute, "Disciple Zhang Ritian knows that his cultivation is shallow and he is not a match for Master Yaoyang. He decided not to participate in the competition. He admits defeat and asks the master to witness it."

The true man Lingquan didn't seem to be surprised. He looked at Zhang Ritian with a thumbs up and said, "Well~, the grade is easy to make choices and knows how to advance and retreat, haha, not bad! Not bad!"

Then he announced loudly, "Zhang Yaoyang won this competition!"

Next, Zhang Yang briefly announced the names of the twenty-six winning disciples and the arrangements for tomorrow's martial arts, and announced that the meeting was temporarily concluded and arranged the matters after the meeting, and led everyone to slowly leave the venue.

Yu Wei followed Wang Weian back to the living room to rest, while Yan Yi was still taken back to the Patriarch's Hall by the old master as a disciple...
Chapter completed!