It's finally my turn.

Li Qingfeng stood up and stretched, and a sharp light flashed in his black eyes.

Although we are joking inside Poyun Peak, we will not be rude to outsiders. Let the disciples help you with this tone of Master.

"Come on, Brother Li, take him!"

"Don't worry, senior brother Li, junior sister will always be with you!"

"Senior Brother Li, if you lose to Senior Sister Wanqing, you will be sad!"

I don’t know who yelled like this and instantly made Li Qingfeng break his skills. Chu Wanqing immediately glared at the beautiful apricot, scaring the disciples to the point of being silent.

Li Qingfeng entered the venue. Since the spiritual realm could not fly with swords, he walked in.

"This... the second level of psychic?"

Sure enough, other peaks are not as friendly as Poyun Peak, and all kinds of low-key discussions are endless.

Most people think that Poyun Peak is just a mess, and the outer sect competition allows disciples to gang up casually, but they can't enter the top ten anyway.

At the Lihuo Peak seat, Xuan Yangzi glanced at the white-clothed disciple and said, "Don't hold back."

"Yes, Master." Nie Hong answered in a deep voice and stepped into the competition platform.

His cultivation level is at the fifth level of spiritual communication, and he is suppressing the opponent's three small realms. This battle can be said to be without any pressure.

There must be etiquette that should be given, Li Qingfeng bowed: "Li Qingfeng, please give me advice."

"Lihuofeng Nie Hong, I dare not take the advice of him, and I will make progress with each other."

You are the second level of spiritual communication, and you can step down as an audience within ten moves.

"Are you ready?" Elder Qijie glanced at the two of them, and his palm fell: "Start."

As soon as he finished speaking, the spiritual power under Nie Hong's feet exploded and he raised his sword to attack with a rapid force.

Shushan sword skills, flying swallows chase the moon!

In this sword, the spiritual power of the fifth level of spiritual power was released without reservation. Nie Hong wanted to use absolute cultivation to suppress one move to win, without giving the other party any room for maneuver.

Li Qingfeng's face did not change, and his feet slipped and could barely avoid it. In this gap, he attacked him with the side of the sword to resolve Nie Hong's attack.

Body skills, no trace of stepping on the snow.

"What a strange pace!"

Nie Hong was shocked. He had clearly locked him with his spiritual power, but he was still avoided at the critical moment.

Is this a coincidence?

And he had a chance to fight back just now, but he just shook my sword and retreated. What's the point?

Thinking too much, the sword in his hand didn't stop, and his backhand swept it again.

Twenty rounds have passed...

The audience also saw some clues. The disciple of Poyun Peak, who is on the second level of the psychic, can hide, just like a loach!

Nie Hong could no longer remain calm, which was far beyond the time limit he set for himself. He might be punished by his master when he went back later, so he said angrily: "Do you just hide? Go to me in front!"

The disciples of Poyun Peak can also deduct three bedrooms and one living room with their toes. They thought to themselves, Senior Brother Li, you beat him, why don’t you hit him! Just forget it if you play hide-and-seek with us, this is a formal competition.

Fu Yun felt that his blood pressure had reached the critical point. If Li Qingfeng lost in this battle, he would probably be angry to death!

"This disciple's body movement is quite interesting."

The one who made the evaluation was one of the highest elders of the Beidou Seven Peaks, the Taoist name was Yaoguang. He practiced Taoism for thousands of years, had white hair like snow, a girl's appearance, and three red flowers on her eyebrows.

There is no sect rule in Shushan that prohibits disciples from practicing other sects. Immortals should learn from the strengths of all families. Everyone has their own opportunities. It is boring to restrain so many things. As long as you don’t learn the magic sect’s exercises, no one will care about it.

So Li Qingfeng is not afraid of using the snow Wuhen. At worst, he can reveal a trump card, and he is just using a little bit of fur. The snow Wuhen in full condition will probably make Nie Hong dizzy.

"Do you fight or not? If you don't fight, just roll down!" Nie Hong finally broke the defense. It felt really uncomfortable to do his best to not even touch the corner of the other party's clothes.

"beat."

Li Qingfeng set out his sword and his moves were simple.

"Damn fool."

Seeing the other party stabbing him on his own initiative, Nie Hong was overjoyed and used all his skills to meet him.

It's finally over!

It's indeed over.

Click.

Nie Hong's sword was shattered, and Li Qingfeng's sword happened to stop at his neck, only half an inch from the vital point.

"How is this possible..."

"Take it."

【Destroy the Spiritual Realm Weapon, the Taoguang Sword Strengthening Level 1, the current Strengthening Level: 8】

Elder Qijie ignored Nie Hong, who looked in disbelief. He hosted hundreds of years of competition and had seen too many things as weak defeated the strong, and announced the result without changing his face.

"In this battle, Li Qingfeng won the Poyun Peak."

"Oh~~~" The disciples of Poyun Peak cheered on the spot regardless of their image.

As for most of the other audiences, they were still confused, and they didn't understand how Nie Hong failed at all.

Nie Hong returned to the Lihuofeng team with a gray face.

"Master, I..."

Xuan Yangzi scolded coldly and stopped looking at him. His other two disciples were stronger and he did not have to waste his energy on the losers.

Compared to the cold-eyed attitude here, Poyunfeng welcomed Li Qingfeng's return. Even the old Taoist Fu Yun couldn't help but pat his shoulder and praise him: "Get good at fighting, good at fighting!"

This is probably the most comfortable battle he has seen today.

"Senior brother, actually I hope you will lose..."

"Why did this junior sister say this?" Li Qingfeng was puzzled.

"Because if you lose... Junior sister, I have reason to comfort your body and mind... Isn't this a natural result..."

"Ahem!!"

Seeing these junior sisters holding their faces, Chu Wanqing almost got choked. Are they all reincarnated by vixen? How do they say these words... Unlike herself, she said dryly, "Senior Brother, keep cheering up later", alas.

Old Taoist Fu Yun was happy at this moment, so he stopped caring about the nonsense of his disciples.

I knew that Li Qingfeng had a strange strength, and he could never be a simple second level of psychics!

In short, three wins on the first day ended perfectly.

However, the Mo Shifeng next door was really miserable. A disciple unfortunately ranked as a seed contestant named "Ling Chen". The spiritual realm was perfect... That competition could only be called a beating, and Mo Hua had no shame to continue showing off here and left in shame.

At dusk, the top 100 have already come out.

The disciples of each peak go back to their homes, look for their mothers, and wait for tomorrow.

That night, Poyun Peak held a big banquet to celebrate the victory of the first day.

It is not prohibited to drink and have fun in Shushan. According to the records of the clan history, someone used wine to prove the truth a thousand years ago. No one could defeat Shushan, and later he was free and unrestrained.

Taoist name, the wine sword immortal.

"Come on, I'll give you a cup of honor, brother."

"I want it too!"

"To be honest, I have also been shattered by my senior brother and scolded me for being perverted, but it was really good to see someone else's sword breaking!"

"Yes, yes, that's what it feels like, hahaha."

Chu Wanqing held her delicate chin and watched everyone push the cups and drink. She was so drunk that she couldn't help but frown and said, "You drink less, Senior Brother Li will have a competition tomorrow."

She doesn't know how to drink, and she blushed when she drinks it. She tried it when she was a child.

The wine everyone drinks is not ordinary, but a hundred flower wine. Even practitioners cannot avoid getting drunk.

"No, senior sister? You don't really dare not drink wine?"

On weekdays, these junior sisters are suppressed by Chu Wanqing in terms of appearance and practice. Now they can find an opportunity to fight back, and they all have turned on the ridicule mode.

"Senior Brother Li, don't worry about drinking with us. If you are really drunk, junior sister can "sober up" for you~~~"

"Junior sister, there will be no ambiguity in the sobering wine you said..."

"No, it's just a normal sobering up with water." The junior sister blinked and bit her lip shyly.

Chu Wanqing couldn't stand it anymore, so she slapped the table and said, "Drink it!"

Do you guys ridicule you so much, do I want to be face-saving?

So she brought a big bowl directly, raised her head and poured it into it.

“Wow…”

The disciples were stunned. It turned out that Senior Sister Wanqing also had such indulgence. Wait, why did her face turn red like a ripe apple after drinking a bowl of it?

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Chapter completed!