You kid! You don't have to be so low-key! !

Three days passed in the blink of an eye. Chang Qing was actually very reluctant to go to watch the game again. After all, he had finally escaped the surveillance of the handsome uncle, so how could he be willing to go back?

But there was no other way, the master issued an order, ordering all the eliminated disciples to go and observe and learn, under the pretext of "increasing their knowledge."

But I just wanted to bring more popularity to the competition, so I made this request.

This time, there were many more disciples on the square stands than three days ago, making the entire square much more lively and with more interactions.

Looking down, I saw that five battle platforms had been set up on the huge square at some point.

The headmaster divided those who passed the first round into five groups. In fact, this was very unfriendly to the new disciples.

After all, the longer you practice, the stronger you will naturally become, but that's the reality, there has never been any real fairness.

If the Yuling Sect faces a devastating disaster, the other sect will not care whether you are a newcomer or not. They will kill you all without showing any mercy.

It would take three days for these one thousand people to complete the second round of competition. Chang Qing only regretted not bringing his own recliner with him. It was so unbearable.

Changqing no longer paid attention to the competition below. Improving his own strength was his primary task. It just so happened that the square was where the spiritual energy of the Yuling Sect was the most abundant, so it was just right for practicing.

He slowly closed his eyes, practiced his mental skills to mobilize the rich spiritual energy around him, and began to practice.

Chang Qing only felt that he was not far from the eighth level of Yanluo Realm, perhaps it would only take a few days. The power of the seven emotions accumulated relatively slowly, so there was no need to worry in the short term.

Cultivation seems to be the enemy of time. It always passes by inadvertently. Just three days go by in a flash.

Chang Qing quit his practice on time, because the last match of the day was the competition between Zhong Baixuan and Yun Qinghan for the first place.

At this time, both people on the stage were wearing disciple uniforms. This was the first time Chang Qing saw Zhong Baixuan. He had a handsome face and eyes like stars.

There was a sense of elegance between his brows and his lips were slightly thick, as if he was wearing a confident smile.

Holding a spear, with an upright posture and agile steps, he is like a pine tree or a crane. His temperament gives people a feeling of elegance and reliability.

Chang Qing nodded. This senior brother looked very handsome and attractive. In Chang Qing's opinion, this man just needed to have the word "reliable" written on his face.

On the other hand, Yun Qinghan on the opposite side was extremely beautiful and had a lively temperament, which was very attractive to men and attracted many male disciples on the stage to cheer her up.

At this time, the two men had just stepped onto the fighting stage. It could be seen that both of them were relatively cautious. They only exchanged a few spells. However, both of them had gold spiritual roots, so it was difficult to tell who had the upper hand in a short period of time.

It seemed that the test was over. The spear in Zhong Baixuan's hand emitted a hint of coldness. With the infusion of spiritual power, the spear emitted a faint glow.

Yun Qinghan held a long sword in his hand. The sword was as thin as a cicada's wing. After the spiritual power was injected into it, it became translucent, emitting a cold air and was extremely sharp.

The battle was about to break out, and Zhong Baixuan took the lead in attacking.

He thrust his spear forward quickly, the spear drew an elegant arc in the air, and pierced straight into Yun Qinghan with a fierce momentum.

Yun Qinghan dodged sideways and used the sword to deflect the spear, but the power of the spear was too strong. Yun Qinghan leaped backwards to absorb the force.

Zhong Baixuan was skilled in spearmanship, and before Yun Qinghan could react, the next stab was directed at Yun Qinghan.

This move made Chang Qing sigh in admiration. Zhong Baixuan wielded the spear as flexibly as if he were controlling his own arm. It was obvious that he had studied the art of spear in depth.

The sounds of swords and spears piercing the air continued to echo, and from time to time the two weapons made a sound of metal clashing, splashing sparks.

The spear sometimes swept horizontally and sometimes stabbed straight, and each strike was as powerful as thunder. Although Yun Qinghan was agile, the spear was too powerful, so he had to dodge and block continuously, trying to resolve Zhong Baixuan's attack.

Just when everyone thought that Yun Qinghan could no longer withstand Zhong Baixuan's attack, Yun Qinghan suddenly launched a counterattack. She swung her sword, seemingly lightly, but the air was silently emptied, and the sword energy forced Zhong Baixuan to come.

Zhong Baixuan hurriedly waved his gun to block, but was still injured by the sword energy and his sleeve was cut.

The sudden scene surprised many disciples on the stage. Even the handsome uncle on the platform nodded, approving of this sword.

Zhong Baixuan's figure swayed slightly.

But he quickly calmed himself, took a deep breath, and thrust forward again with his spear flying.

This time, Zhong Baixuan eliminated the slight contempt in his heart and attacked with all his strength. Swords and guns flashed, and the moves of the two men became faster and more intense.

Their figures quickly shuttled across the venue, making people dizzy.

The battle arena's formation was activated at some point to prevent the aftermath of the battle from affecting everyone.

After fighting for nearly a quarter of an hour, the two separated, both of them were panting, with seriousness in their eyes.

Chang Qing, who had been somewhat lazy in the stands, now sat up straight. It was obvious that this was the rhythm of the final battle.

As expected! Zhong Baixuan and Yun Qinghan were both exhausted.

Their breathing was rapid and their clothes were soaked with sweat, but their eyes were full of determination when they looked at each other.

The spiritual energy in the two men's bodies poured madly into the weapons in their hands. At this moment, both sides understood that victory and defeat were just a matter of one move.

Zhong Baixuan held the spear tightly, the spear body flashing coldly under the reflection of sweat. His eyes were like torches. He took a deep breath and mobilized the spiritual power in his body.

On the other side, Yun Qinghan held the long sword horizontally in front of her, and the fingers of her left hand brushed the tip of the sword slightly. Even though her face was pale and sweat was running down her cheeks, the light in her eyes was even hotter. She knew that this was her last chance, and she had to go all out.

On the stage, all the disciples held their breath because of this scene, with their fists clenched, seeming to be even more nervous than the two people fighting off the stage.

As if they had agreed on this, Zhong Baixuan and Yun Qinghan suddenly made hand gestures at the same time and shouted

"Black Dragon Spear!"

"Red Dust is broken!"

Dense silver-white scales gradually appeared on Zhong Baixuan's spear, and gradually condensed into a silver dragon more than ten meters long.

The sky above Yun Qinghan seemed to be torn apart, revealing a pitch-black hole. A giant sword more than ten meters long gradually emerged from the hole.

Long Mu looked at the giant sword in the sky, his eyes full of fighting spirit. The giant sword was not to be outdone, and waves of murderous aura emanated from it.

The magic spells in the hands of both men were pointed at each other, the silver dragon roared, the giant sword hummed, and they rushed towards each other as if they were old enemies.

The two collided, bursting into dazzling light, and another sun appeared in the sky. The disciples subconsciously closed their eyes.

Soon after, a loud rumbling sound spread throughout the square, and dust and smoke rose up like an explosion. Coupled with the dazzling light, for a moment, except for a few people on the platform, no one knew what the battle situation was.

The light lasted for a long time, and the disciples could only hear the silver dragon's wailing as it was injured and the crisp sound of the sword breaking.

After a long time, when the disciples felt it was not so dazzling anymore, they opened their eyes and found that the original fighting stage had disappeared, replaced by a deep pit.

The two figures were still standing in the pit, but the long sword in Yun Qinghan's hand had been thrown far away. His face was pale, a sign that both his physical and spiritual strength were overdrawn. However, his eyes were stubborn and full of unwillingness, as if he still wanted to fight.

Zhong Baixuan was not having a good time either. He leaned on his spear and his steps were unsteady, but the weapon was not dropped from his hand and the outcome was decided.

The head of the sect, Li Yushu, stood up and announced the winner of the first place, but Changqing's thoughts drifted to the side.

"They must be using high-level spells, or even higher-level mysterious spells!" Chang Qing guessed in his heart, and then wondered if he could block such a powerful spell.

"There is only a 30% chance, and it will cost a huge price!"

Changqing felt the pressure, which aroused his competitive spirit and desire for strength.