"Sister Junior Officials show mercy, Zhu admits defeat!" Zhu Qingyuan had already suffered a great loss of magic power from his previous attack and was subjected to a considerable backlash from mana. If it weren't for his pure and thick magic power, his first-level fire shield would collapse under the attack of the opponent's small sword. It was already quite surprising for the opponent to insist on taking over Guan Jing's entire round of attacks.

At this moment, his face was pale and he spoke loudly without hesitation.

Seeing this, the woman had no expression on her face. As soon as she stopped the magic tricks in her hand, a sword and four swords in the air turned into a few spiritual lights and disappeared.

"I didn't expect that Junior Sister Guan had advanced to the fourth level of Qi Refining Stage and had practiced the mother-child sword technique to level 2. Zhu admired him!" Zhu Qingyuan smiled bitterly, with a sad expression.

"Senior Brother Zhu has given up." The woman bowed slightly, her expression calm, without much expression.

"Kun Jingsheng, the two of them leave!"

There was an uproar in the audience.

The foundation-building deacon who was hosting the competition looked at Guan Jing, and a strange color flashed in his eyes, but he immediately returned to calm. With the token in his hand, the forbidden light curtain split a crack again, and the two people on the stage walked out one after another.

"A disciple with such qualifications and cultivation has long been classified as an inner disciple in my Zishan Sect and has been focused on training, but in your Kongsang Sect, he is just an outer disciple.

The thousands of years of Kongsangmen's heritage is really not comparable to that of a small sect like my Zishan Sect." Master Zi Yan's eyes showed a complex look in his eyes and said with emotion.

"Brother Zi Yan doesn't have to do this. The depth of the sect's foundation cannot be controlled by one generation. It can only be changed after thousands of years of accumulation.

Besides, this young friend Wu Hao from your sect is not weak, and he is no less than the inner disciple of our sect. In the Zishan Sect, he is probably a core disciple." After hearing this, Xu Muchun was naturally extremely proud, but he still said a few round words.

When Wu Hao heard this, he suddenly felt happy and showed a hint of pride on his face.

"Brother Xu was joking. How could our small sect have the nerve to plan out core disciples? He is just a special inner disciple.

Disciples with qualifications like Hao'er are only a dozen people in my Zishan Sect. Compared with Kongsangmen, it is not worth mentioning." Master Zi Yan heard the other party's politeness and felt even more bitter in his heart, so he could only smile and perfunctory words.

After Xu Muchun smiled slightly, he stopped speaking.

"Lu Mu, Sun Luobin enters!"

As the foundation-building deacon spoke loudly, two other outer disciples walked to the stage. Soon, there were roars heard.

This was the first time Du Fan saw such a battle, which was naturally a big eye-opener. The colorful rays of light made him dizzy, and the shocking roar of magic collisions made him feel shocked. After the strong shock, he gained a deeper understanding of the power of cultivators.

In this way, when dusk approached, the top five outer disciples were decided, totaling three men and two women.

One of the women is Guan Jing with a pretty face; the other is a cold and beautiful woman with a frosty face, named Kong Qing.

Du Fan, a cold and beautiful woman named Kong Qing, has never seen her. She must have completed the battle before he came here.

Among the other three male disciples, one is tall Yang Lin, the other is Sun Luobin, who looks a little weak, and the remaining one is Du Fan, who is stunned when he looked at it.

This person is also acquaintance with him. He was extremely fat and his little eyes were almost squeezed by the piles of fat on his face. This person was the senior brother of the outer disciple, the head of logistics affairs of Kongsangmen, Wan Baoshan!

"It's too late today, and the outer sect competition is over here. At the end of tomorrow, the top five rankings will be determined. Finally, according to the ranking of the competition, the outer sect disciples who are ranked before 1,000 will be rewarded."

The person who spoke was the bald elder on the stands. His voice was loud and spread throughout the outer gate square. After the words were finished, the three powerful Jindan men on the stands walked out of the square first, and the others followed.

Before leaving, Wu Hao glanced at the crowd in the square with a flash of eyes, and finally left with some confusion.

Looking at Wu Hao's departure back, Du Fan's face turned gloomy.

"Congratulations to Senior Brother Wan!"

"Congratulations to Senior Sister Kong!"

"Congratulations……"

When the foundation-building deacon who presided over the competition also withdrew from the square, the entire square seemed to be boiling, and congratulations sounded one after another, but a few of them were sincere, only God knew.

"Oh, it's boring!" Ye Feng sighed, looking distracted.

"Brother Du, let's go. Didn't it mean that many young and beautiful female disciples have entered the outer door? Why are they all vulgar fans? None of them can compare to Chu Qian? It's really disappointing!" Ye Feng raised his head and sighed, then pulled Du Fan out of the outer door square.

Du Fan was speechless. He didn't know whether Ye Feng had a high vision or aesthetic fatigue. Whether it was the female cultivator in the audience or the top five Guan Jing and Kong Qing, they were all rare beauties in his opinion.

He even made a secret comparison. Compared with the earth, this world can be called a beautiful woman, and they are all natural without makeup. He suspected that this situation may be related to the so-called weather spiritual energy. Could it be that the spiritual energy of the world can also play a role in beauty and beauty?

He is ready to have time to study this...

However, in Ye Feng's eyes, seeing these beautiful women seemed to have seen crooked people. It would be fine if they were just them, but Ye Feng seemed too lazy to take a look at them, which made him puzzled.

Du Fan is not a good person, so he naturally will not waste his words on such issues, especially when he thinks of Wu Hao, he feels a sense of evil fire in his heart.

...

At this time, Du Fan and Ye Feng were on the bluestone ground under a certain mountain, walking towards the inner door.

"Brother Ye, I heard that the inner sect is also conducting a major competition. Don't you need to prepare for one or two?" Du Fan heard Wan Baoshan mention some of it that day, and then remembered it and asked.

"This competition is special. The core disciples do not need to participate. They only involve inner disciples of Cuizhuyuan and Qingsongyuan. Among the many female disciples of Cuizhuyuan, only that sister Xia Rui can make me fall in love with it. There is nothing else that looks good to everyone else."

After walking out of the outer gate square, Ye Feng looked disappointed and his spirit was a little depressed. Hearing this, he replied casually.

"Cough..." Du Fan coughed lightly and stopped talking.

...

Back in the spiritual garden, Du Fan saw a figure standing there. When he looked at it, he turned out to be a warehouse servant, Wang San.

"Brother Du finally comes back. If it were later, I might have left." Wang San saw Du Fan come back and immediately greeted him with a smile on his face.

"The outer door is having a big competition. I was idle, so I went to see the fun. I had to wait for Brother Wang for a long time. I wonder if Brother Wang is here, but I have something important to do?"

This is the first time he has seen Wang San since he joined the dispersed land. After all, the two of them fought side by side in the dispersed land, and experienced the line of life and death, which invisibly made their relationship more intimate. Du Fan also smiled.

"Brother Du is really idle. I'm afraid I've probably forgotten that thing. If I had known this, I wouldn't have come." Wang San suddenly showed a strange smile on his face when he heard Du Fan's words.

"Oh? I'm a little curious after hearing what Brother Wang said. Please give me advice!" Du Fan's eyes flashed, but he really couldn't remember anything special.

"Haha... If it were someone else, I would find a reason to leave without hesitation. However, when facing Brother Du, I really can't do such things, I will give you these."

Wang San suddenly burst into laughter, and at the same time, his palm suddenly slapped the storage bag at his waist, and a gray shadow flashed out of it. He quickly grabbed it. It turned out to be a gray cloth bag, and then his wrist shook and threw it to Du Fan.

"This is..." Du Fan subconsciously took the gray cloth bag, swept his divine thoughts and found that there were a hundred low-level spirit stones in it.

"Brother Du still remembers the first-level demon wolf that Zhang Dashan and the three of us killed together. When we took out the demon core, we had already agreed to sell the demon core after we came back and divide the spirit stones we obtained.

Early this morning, by chance, I was lucky enough to learn that a foundation-building deacon needed a magic core of a first-level monster to refine weapons, so I went to try it out. Unexpectedly, the deacon was extremely kind and exchanged for the magic core with two hundred spirit stones.

Now, since Brother Zhang is gone, you and I will naturally share the spirit stones equally." Seeing that Du Fan had really forgotten, Wang San stopped keeping him from hiding the matter.

"It turns out that this is the case. I have been doing a lot recently, and I have forgotten it. I thanked Brother Wang in this way!" Du Fan then suddenly realized and put away the bag of spirit stones without hesitation.

Next, the two chatted casually, and naturally mentioned some experiences in the discrete places, as well as Zhang Dashan's death. Both of them finally looked a little emotional. It was not until very late that Wang San said goodbye and left.

After returning to the hut, Du Fan swallowed a drop of condensing essential oil, and suddenly felt refreshed and full of energy.

Du Fan also appeared the day before yesterday. Concentrating essential oil not only has the effect of concentrating energy but also assisting cultivation, but also has the effect of counteracting sleep.

In other words, after taking a drop of condensation oil, even if you don’t sleep all night, you will be full of energy and exhausted the next day, just don’t know if this will leave any sequelae.

But now Du Fan can't control so much. Since Wu Hao is in the Kongsangmen, his mind is a little more active, and a murderous intention appears deep in his heart.

After sitting cross-legged, he took out all the ghost skills he obtained from Guiyuan and looked at them one by one.

An hour later, Du Fan slowly opened his eyes and his face looked a little ugly.

"I didn't expect that half of the exercises required special conditions to practice, and these conditions were simply impossible for me to achieve.

Most of the remaining exercises need to reach the first level of the Qi Refining Stage before you can practice it with magic power."
Chapter completed!