The flaw was not big, but it caused Su Xun a lot of trouble.

So far, he has been stabbed twice by the man in white.

These two swords were both stabbed into the arms.

There was a crackling sound between the swords.

Both of them are superimposing their sword momentum, and both are using their strength to accumulate strength.

The original sword-to-sword collision was not enough to produce a powerful counter-shock force.

However, the speed and power of the sword moves were superimposed, making every collision painful for Su Xun.

Su Xun also felt uncomfortable, but the simulation did not respond.

Because the simulation does not have any mood swings, this will weaken its power.

Su Xun seemed to sense this situation and couldn't help but feel happy.

Since the fight until now, this is the first time that the power of the simulation has weakened.

From this aspect, it is enough to explain some problems, that is, the power that analog objects rely on is limited, not unlimited.

This also gave Su Xun a general understanding of the power of simulated objects.

Take advantage of his illness and kill him!

Su Xun gritted his teeth!

Obviously, he was not going to give up such a good opportunity.

When he raised the sword, he ignored the numbness on his arm and stabbed randomly with Zhi Ge sword energy.

Just when the top simulation ecology has not fully simulated its power.

Su Xun thrust his sword into the chest of the simulation.

The body of the simulation suddenly turned into dots of starlight and disappeared between heaven and earth.

Su Xun looked at this scene and gasped for air.

It can be said that he did not win this battle easily.

So tired, so perverted!

This is also the fundamental reason for this battle.

Before that, he still had a chance, but when the top simulation ecology simulated everything about himself, it was already too late.

The scenes of the battle are vivid in my mind, and every move and style seems to have been engraved in the depths of my mind.

Su Xun didn't dare to neglect and thought about the weaknesses of these moves as much as possible.

Able to improve small flaws based on Mr. Miao's work.

What Su Xun has to do is to understand what he has learned from the battle with the simulation.

Only by constantly improving these will his attacks become stronger and more effective.

For three whole days, Su Xun sat cross-legged on the ground and never moved.

It wasn't until the fourth day that Su Xun's eyes slowly opened.

In his eyes, a trace of strange color flashed.

A few days later, the sect competition was approaching.

No matter where, strength plays a decisive role, so should selection.

Those representing Luweidang were Fo Sanku and Su Xun.

On this day, Reed Marsh welcomed two guardians, these two guardians were Shi Buyun and Nie Bufan.

Su Xun and Fo Sanku looked at the visitor and suddenly felt a bit familiar.

When they thought about it carefully, they remembered that it was these two people who introduced them to the mountain gate when they first entered Yunmengze.

Shi Eryun and Nie Bufan glanced at Su Xun strangely, and murmured in a low voice: "Reed Marsh is in such a bad environment, but the breath of these two people is not bad."

Fo Sanku smiled and said: "Two senior brothers, we meet again."

Shi Eryun and Nie Bufan nodded and said, "How long has it been but your momentum has become so strong? It's incredible."

The two of them also put away their contempt and were polite to Su Xun and Fo Sanku.

Since you two represent Luweidang in the sect competition, then let us go!

In front of Su Xun and Fo Sanku was a dragon boat. They got on the dragon boat and found that some disciples were already sitting cross-legged on the dragon boat.

Su Xun took a look and counted them carefully, and surprisingly found that there were a hundred people on the dragon boat.

A hundred people participated in the sect competition.

Su Xun felt a shiver in his heart and was extremely surprised.

One of the young men listened to Su Xun's words and immediately chuckled: "I'm afraid this senior brother doesn't know the market."

These 100 people are just from our South Courtyard, the East, West, and North Courtyards, and the disciples from the Ancestral Court. The total number is at least 500 people.

Su Xun and Fo Sanku secretly smacked their tongues after hearing this.

Yun Mengze's ability to gain a firm foundation relies on a huge base of monks.

At this moment, the dragon boat continued southward and came to Beiting, and picked up these Beiting disciples one by one on the dragon boat.

After picking them up from the East, West, South and North Courts, they went down the river to the ancestral court.

In the ancestral court, there are direct disciples of Palace Master Yunmeng, and these people are the leaders among the many disciples.

Among the disciples of the past dynasties, the disciples from the ancestral court are the most outstanding.

Therefore, the disciple sect competitions in the past dynasties mostly happened to the disciples of the ancestral court.

The other court disciples are just symbolic foils.

Although these disciples know that they are no match for the disciples of the ancestral court, they still hope to compete with the disciples of the ancestral court and are proud of it.

If nothing else, you can gain more experience from fighting, and only in this way can you improve your realm and cultivation level.

The sect competition was held in the ancestral court.

The competition venue of the Ancestral Court is a giant arena located far away from Yunmeng Star Palace.

Under the leadership of the guards, everyone entered the ancestral court one after another.

Their eyes fell on this huge arena, and they were extremely surprised.

Being able to come to the ancestral court and take a look, even if it’s just the green leaves setting off the flowers, it’s a worthwhile trip for us, one of the disciples laughed.

Beside him, a young scribe couldn't help but let out a cold snort.

He spoke unconvinced: "Although the disciples of the ancestral court are very strong, don't they have accidents? In the last sect competition, our Beiting's Fang Feiyang won the third-generation rookie title."

Another disciple sarcastically said: "Beiting disciples won the third generation of rookie disciples just because of good timing, not based on real strength.

At that time, all the disciples of the ancestral court participated in the battle, and only some weak ones were left.

So you, Beiting, took advantage, do you really think Fang Feiyang is very powerful?"

The young scribe glanced at the disciple and sneered: "How bad is Beiting? After all, I got the title of Rookie Disciple. It is better than your disciples in East Court, West Court, and South Court. Until now, I still have no title."

No."

Boy, what did you say? Why did my Nanting disciple offend you? Ling Baichuan looked at the Beiting disciple coldly, a ray of cold light shot out from his eyes.

The disciple took courage and said righteously: "Nanting is not bad at first, but the worst thing is the reed marsh."

Humph, Fo Sanku not far away snorted coldly, but he didn't refute the young man much.

Su Xun frowned and didn't say anything.

Indeed, what this young man said is right.

To be precise, among the various tributaries, the reed marsh is indeed the worst, mainly because of the lack of resources.

Then why did our Dongting and Xiting offend you again? Two more young people stood up.

The Beiting disciple looked at the two of them, his expression slightly changed, he was also complaining in his heart, and he kicked the bricks.
Chapter completed!