Dear Lingshi

What was surprising was that the two monks who won by relying on talismans both drew lucky lots and advanced to the top three ahead of time.

"These two guys are really lucky." Lu Yunsheng said with a smile.

With the end of this round of battle, the top three in each group were finally decided.

The foundation-building pill was within reach, and everyone was now seizing the opportunity to restore their conditions to their peak.

There will be no need to draw lots. Instead, the top three in each group will compete directly against each other. Whoever wins two games first will directly enter the finals.

The battle became more intense at this time, and the monks on both sides used all their best tricks. However, the audience's attention was still attracted by the two monks who relied on talismans to win all the way.

At this moment, the two men were obviously under increasing pressure, as the cultivators they were facing were all powerful men in the Qi Refining Stage.

The monk who was good at using attack talismans just threw the talisman in his hand, and was horrified to find that his opponent disappeared from his sight.

In just a moment, he found a flying sword at his neck.

There was no choice but to admit defeat unwillingly.

Another cultivator who was good at using talismans for defense met a female cultivator. The female cultivator did not rush to take action, but watched quietly as the man slapped dozens of defensive talismans on himself.

Looking at the dozens of spiritual shields on the opponent's body, flashing with various colors of light, like a colorful turtle shell.

"Are you ready? Then I'll start."

After the female cultivator finished speaking, a white feather fan appeared in her hand. She turned her true energy and waved the feather fan towards the opposite side. Suddenly, a stream of white air as thick as an arm gushed out from the feather fan and hit the turtle shell directly.

In just a few breaths, the man and his turtle shell were frozen into a lump of ice.

Upon seeing this, the female cultivator took two steps forward and kicked the lump of ice off the stage.

"Hahaha!" Uncle Hu laughed out loud when he saw the two people who were trying to cheat lose one after another.

"Who are these two people? They are quite powerful!" Lu Yunsheng asked Bai Yushuo who was standing beside him.

"The male cultivator is named Wu Shixiu. He is good at footwork and has a gold-type spiritual root. He is now a member of the demon hunting team. The female cultivator is called Sun Ziwei. She has a rare ice-type spiritual root and is now a member of Chixue." Bai Yushu introduced them to Lu Yunsheng like he was listing their treasures.

"Not bad!" Lu Yunsheng nodded.

After two more battles, each group finally decided on two finalists.

To be fair, there is a half-hour break before the final.

During this time, the spectators did not leave, nor did they make loud noises. They all sat on the viewing stand and discussed in low voices which ten people would win in the end.

Some people have even quietly opened the market and let everyone place their bets.

After learning about this, Lu Yunsheng directly ordered his men to expel those who participated in gambling.

Who doesn't like Lingshi? But a gentleman loves money and gets it in a proper way. Since he started his business, Lu Yunsheng has never been involved in gambling, brothels and other industries that harm others and himself.

Besides, he held the competition just to motivate the members of Duobao Pavilion, and didn't want to let other things get involved.

Half an hour passed quickly, and from the four hundred people, only these twenty remained. In the next battle, ten people would win the final victory and get the foundation-building pill they had always dreamed of.

At this time, no one dared to be careless. The battle had continued until now, and everyone had a certain understanding of the opponent's methods.

So when the battle started, it was not as intense as imagined, and both sides were testing the waters very carefully.

"Who was the person who fought with Sun Ziwei?" Lu Yunsheng asked Bai Yusu again.

"Si Yudong, like you, is a sword cultivator, has gold spiritual roots, and is a member of the demon hunting team." Bai Yushu knew all the members of Duobao Pavilion.

"They are quite strong. I think Sun Ziwei is going to suffer a loss!" Lu Yunsheng looked at the two people on the stage and whispered to Bai Yushuo.

Sure enough, Sun Ziwei performed ice magic one after another, but they were broken one by one by Si Yudong's flying sword.

"You're just relying on a spiritual weapon-level flying sword to take my last move!" Sun Ziwei said disdainfully after seeing her attack being resolved by Si Yudong.

As soon as she finished speaking, Sun Ziwei let out a delicate cry, and white fine lines spread across her arms, reaching her fingertips.

When the fine lines appeared, Sun Ziwei trembled all over and her face became solemn. She took a deep breath and quickly made hand gestures. Not long after, a ball of white flame appeared in her hands.

As the flame appeared, the temperature on the ring dropped rapidly and a layer of frost formed instantly.

"Ice Element Spirit Fire!" Si Yudong's face changed when he saw this and he cried out in shock.

Si Yudong didn't expect that Sun Ziwei had such a trick, and he spat out a mouthful of blood towards his natal flying sword without hesitation.

Suddenly, the sword light of this natal flying sword suddenly increased, and a strange blood-red light appeared on the sword body.

"Feed the sword with essence and blood!" Uncle Hu exclaimed when he saw this.

"What is blood-essence sword feeding?" Lu Yunsheng asked curiously.

"This blood essence sword feeding is also a secret technique of sword cultivators. It can use blood essence to temporarily increase the power of the flying sword. However, it is very harmful to the cultivator's body. It will take at least ten days or half a month to recover after using this secret technique once. This kid is really fighting for the foundation-building pill."

Hearing this, Lu Yunsheng looked towards the arena. Sure enough, after Si Yudong spat out the blood, his face turned pale and his body began to shake.

At this moment, the two people on the ring launched an attack at the same time, and the ball of white flame collided with the strange flying sword in the air in the blink of an eye.

What was strange was that the attacks of the two did not make any sound. As soon as the ball of white fire came into contact with the flying sword, it completely wrapped up the flying sword like an ant attached to the bone.

The flying sword seemed to be stuck in a quagmire at this moment, and its speed suddenly decreased. No matter how hard Si Yudong tried to urge it, the sword light burst out from the white flame, but it was of no avail. The flying sword still could not break through the restraint of the white flame.

This was not over yet. Sun Ziwei changed the magic gesture in her hand, and the white flame instantly turned into an ice crystal, which fell on the stage with the flying sword.

With a light "dong" sound, Sun Ziwei took out a handful of talismans from the Qiankun bag on her waist and threw them towards Si Yudong.

Seeing this, Si Yudong hurriedly raised a small shield to block, but unfortunately his blood and energy were severely depleted, and his body was weak. Even with the small shield to block, he was still knocked out of the ring by these talismans.

"Sun Ruowei wins!" the referee announced the result loudly.

Upon hearing this, Sun Ruowei also lost all strength and sat down directly on the ring. It was obvious that Sun Ruowei's condition had reached its limit.