Mysterious mirror hanging high

Before Yan Guiluan could react, the black and white chess pieces started moving on their own.

Looking at the chessboard in front of him, Jing Yu held his chin in his hand and thought: "This seems to be a formation... This chessboard is actually a [formation board]!"

Xu Baiwei entered the game and waved her sleeves. Soon, a thin mist rose from the entire arena, hiding the entire chessboard and making it difficult to see clearly.

Jing Yu probed in with his spiritual sense, but found that the fog had the effect of isolating spiritual sense. At least the spiritual sense at the Jindan level could not penetrate it. He just didn't know whether Yuanying Zhenjun could see the scene inside.

After a full hour, the fog above the arena gradually dissipated, revealing the figures of Xu Baiwei and Yan Guiluan.

Among them, Xu Baiwei looked relatively normal, holding the wooden chessboard in her hands. Those with sharp eyes noticed slight cracks on the chessboard, and it was probably damaged.

But Yan Guiluan's expression was a little ugly. Her face was pale and there was a little blood at the corner of her mouth. It was obvious that she was injured, but the specific extent of the injury was unknown.

"Who's winning?"

Xu Baiwei used fog to isolate the battle situation, obviously not wanting the monks watching the battle to see the methods she used. The monks whose cultivation level was below the Nascent Soul stage could only hear the muffled sounds on the ring, but could not see the scene at all. They could not help but scratch their heads. It seemed that the outcome was already decided at this time, but they could not tell who was the winner.

It was Xiao Beiyue who stepped onto the stage and said softly, "Xu Baiwei wins this round!"

Yang Dingfeng, who was sitting in the spectator seat, smiled slightly and closed his eyes with a look of relief.

Yan Guiluan seemed to have no objection to the result announced by Xiao Beiyue. She just cast her gaze on the remaining four people on the stone seat, secretly calculating who to use the last precious challenge opportunity on.

"Xu Baiwei actually won?"

A cultivator was stunned and said, "This contemporary Golden Purple True Disciple from the [Xuan Yin Pavilion] is proficient in music, cultivates his body, and has achieved extraordinary accomplishments... This year's [Xuan Yuan Yu Hua Tian] class has five more spots. I thought it was a done deal, but I didn't expect it to be beaten out by the True Disciple from the Song Feng Pavilion..."

"Xu Baiwei rarely takes action on weekdays. I didn't expect her to be so hidden..."

"Hey! I think it's Master Qi making his move again..."

Another cultivator whispered, "This True Lord Qi is from the demonic realm, and he's scheming. He's secretly cultivated a golden-purple prodigy whose powers surpass Qi Baisheng's. I'm afraid he's already dissatisfied with Zhongyue's command of the Five Mountains, and he's thinking of replacing him..."

"That's right, that's right... [Master Qi] truly calculates every move, and his plans are far-reaching."

"Black, so damn black!"

Yang Dingfeng opened his [ears] and naturally heard the whispers of the monks below the stage. The smile on his face froze instantly. For a moment, a cold poison attacked his heart. He coughed violently several times and cursed inwardly:

"Play your mother's chess!"

Xu Baiwei walked up to the stone seat, bowed to Jing Yu who was standing beside her, and said with a pursed smile, "Fellow Daoist Xuan Jing, nice to meet you again."

Jing Yu was curious. Although he knew that this was a taboo, he couldn't help but ask, "Fellow Daoist Xu, your methods are so advanced! Yan Guiluan's combat prowess is probably one of the best among the thousands of years of Golden Elixir transmissions in the Xuanyin Pavilion. I wonder what methods you used..."

Xu Baiwei really didn't answer directly, but whispered, "These are some rather unpresentable demonic methods that can't be used so openly at a grand gathering of the righteous path, so I used a little sleight of hand to cover it up and save the faces of the other True Lords."

"I see……"

Jing Yu thought to himself, "Now that the situation is settled, the five spots won't change much. Of the remaining Golden Purple Prodigies who still have a chance to challenge, Daikov probably won't fight again. Yan Guiluan and Qi Baisheng each have one chance, but I'm afraid they'll have to struggle a bit. I wonder who they'll choose next?"

As Jing Yu expected, Qi Baisheng looked hesitant and walked up to the ring reluctantly, looking at Jing Yu:

"Xuanjing..."

“It’s me!”

Jing Yu suddenly realized, "That's right! The Daoists of the Two Temples and the Swordsmen of the Sword Pavilion each possess astonishing skills. Qi Baisheng's chances of winning are too slim. Xu Baiwei is from the same sect, and her recent victory over Yan Guiluan has helped Qi Baisheng win back a point. Whether for public or private reasons, he wouldn't choose to challenge Xu Baiwei..."

After all, there were some connections built during their study tours. Jing Yu whispered, "Brother Qi, to be honest, if you use your last challenge opportunity on Xuan Jing, it's almost impossible to win... If you choose someone else, you might still have a chance."

He had almost said Xu Baiwei's name openly!

Although Xu Baiwei defeated Yan Guiluan, Qi Baisheng was defeated by Yan Guiluan... But all things in the world of immortal cultivation are interdependent and mutually exclusive. Qi Baisheng's Confucian magical powers are extremely effective in restraining the methods of magic, and Xu Baiwei is likely not his opponent.

Qi Baisheng smiled bitterly and said, "Of course I don't know... but I really have no choice."

"This opportunity to challenge [Xuanyuan Yuhuatian] is truly extraordinary. It only comes once every two hundred years. My elders are eager to help me, and I must use up both of my challenges..."

"You and I have a deep friendship. When we spar later, Wang Xuanjing, please give Songfeng Pavilion some face..."

Jing Yu sighed deeply, "Although Brother Qi's magical powers are slightly inferior, he possesses the character of an ancient gentleman. Even with such an opportunity to become an immortal, he still abides by the rules. Xuan Jing admires him... I already know your choice!"

"This is just a competition of skills, so we should stop here."

He then took out a magical instrument that looked like a music box, and immediately a melody started playing automatically, confusing the mind and shaking the sea of ​​consciousness.

This music box was just a magical tool, so it naturally had little effect on Qi Baisheng. It only made him feel a little uncomfortable, but it did not affect the battle. Seeing this, he suddenly realized:

"It's Dongyue's trick... Xuan Jing intends to fight me with the Songfeng inheritance?"

"quiet!"

Qi Baisheng activated his magical power of [Holy Words and Laws] and immediately dispelled the confusing music.

Jing Yu was not in a hurry. He took out a copybook with the four words "Hide the edge and keep to simplicity" written on it, and transferred his magic power into the word "edge". In an instant, a sharp energy came out of the copybook and attacked Qi Baisheng.

Qi Baisheng, who was standing high on the [Five-Weapon Chariot], clasped his hands together and two bronze soldiers holding swords and shields immediately raised their shields to block.

As the saying goes, it is impolite not to reciprocate. Jing Yu used the pine wind method to test him, and Qi Baisheng ordered the two bronze crossbowmen on the chariot to aim their crossbows and shoot two arrows at Jing Yu.

Jing Yu smiled upon seeing this and unfolded another scroll. In the scroll, there was a huge wave in the East China Sea. On a reef on the sea surface stood a heroic young general wearing silver armor and holding two hammers. His face was very similar to Jing Yu.

Jing Yu's elbow twitched slightly, and the silver-armored young general in the painting jumped out from the spiritual silk, waving his double hammers to deflect two bronze crossbow arrows, then he moved forward and went straight for the Five Soldiers Chariot King's flag. His unparalleled momentum actually resembled that of Jing Yu himself!