Chapter 107: Talisman Repair

Yunshuizong Outer Sect Grand Competition, a grand event held every three years in the Outer Sect.

At the same time, it is also a major test for the sect to select talents.

Of the 3,000 people who participated in the competition this time, only 300 were able to enter the inner sect.

Only one in ten.

Moreover, it was one-tenth of the number of participants, and one out of ten were chosen from among the outer disciples who had already appeared on the stage to be selected.

If you add the hundreds of other courtyards of the entire Yunshui Sect, and count those disciples from other courtyards who are not even qualified to participate in the big competition, the ratio is even lower to an unimaginable level !

And in such a big comparison,

If they can stand out from the preliminary competition, enter the top ten of each group, and be able to participate in the semi-finals, then it means that they have obtained a ticket to enter the inner gate!

But in the end, the outer gate that can enter the semi-finals was determined, and the number of people was only 200.

Therefore, being able to enter the semi-finals also means qualifying for the inner gate.

As for the remaining one hundred places,

It will be shared by those who are eliminated later in the resurrection competition, as well as some talented talents who are self-assessed from the outer sect by the living departments such as the Alchemy Hall and the Artifact Refining Hall in the Zongmen.

nowadays,

Zhang Qingyuan, who made it to the fourth round of the preliminary round, has already half-stepped the threshold of the inner door!

"God bless Sanqing Buddha, but don't meet any monks with nine levels of spiritual energy!"

Before drawing lots,

Under the arena, Zhang Qingyuan whispered in his heart to all the gods in his previous life to come and bless him.

Although Zhang Qingyuan once beheaded the cultivator at the ninth level of Lingyuan at the Broken Dragon Waterfall in Luoshui when he left Luoshui County that day, but that example was just a few words of chance and coincidence, and at the same time he used The unique situation of heaven and earth in that place swung that sword.

But it's simply impossible to replicate!

After these few days of observation, Zhang Qingyuan has a rough idea, even if he meets the weakest monks in the early stage of the Ninth Layer of Lingyuan in the same group,

Even if Zhang Qingyuan used all his strength, whether it was the sword drawing technique or the perfect Yunshui thirteen-way sword style, the outcome of the battle against the enemy would probably be just a five or five.

As for the unfathomable two Lingyuan Nine Layers,

That's a 10% chance of winning.

Accompanied by the selection of the deacon referee, a monk from the same group took to the stage to fight, and the battle momentum was stronger than the previous three battles by more than a few chips, each winning or losing!

To be able to make it all the way here, although there may be one or two lucky people now and then.

But most of them are outer disciples with real talents. At this time, no one will stop when they are close to the door. In the battle, there are even several pairs of the same sect who are both defeated.

Zhang Qingyuan was also a little apprehensive.

Until another pair of outer disciples decided the winner, the voice of the deacon referee sounded:

"Seventh session, No. 72 Zhang Qingyuan..."

this moment,

Zhang Qingyuan raised his heart to his throat!

"...against No. 119 Yang Wenqian!"

As the voice of the deacon referee fell, Zhang Qingyuan first breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time, a trace of solemnity surfaced on his face.

Yang Wenqian wasn't anyone from the ninth level of Lingyuan in the eleventh group.

But at the same time, as one of the few female cultivators in the same group, Zhang Qingyuan had already noticed the opponent's existence in the previous preliminary rounds.

The eighth level of Lingyuan Realm is perfect, two small levels higher than him.

the most important is.

The opponent's practice system is a bit biased, at least Zhang Qingyuan has never fought against such an opponent.

She is a talisman!

A lot of thoughts flashed through his mind, Zhang Qingyuan didn't stay long, and flew onto the field.

Yang Wenqian on the opposite side also jumped into the field together, confronting Zhang Qingyuan from afar.

This is a very heroic woman.

Although it's not really alluring, but the small face is still good-looking, the thin body is wearing smart outer clothing, the arms and calves have been tied tightly, the long hair behind is tied into a ponytail,

His divine eyes looked heroic.

"Please!"

"Please!"

The two saluted each other.

The faces are all a little dignified.

"Seventh match, start!"

The deacon referee next to the ring fell down with a sound.

standing time,

boom!

Zhang Qingyuan moved, stepped on the ground with one foot, and turned into a series of welcome flashes across the air, the speed almost surpassed the limit that the naked eye could capture!

Cloud smoke step!

Zhang Qingyuan took the lead in attacking, and was going to catch the opponent by surprise with his extremely fast body skills.

This is the most appropriate choice to deal with long-range aggressive monks like talisman cultivators. Only the close side can limit the power of talismans cast by the opponent!

People are still in mid-air,

Zhang Qingyuan spread out his five fingers and clenched his fist in one hand. The air within Zhang Xu range seemed to be drawn like flowing water. The air was like a rushing river and sea, sweeping up the torrent and rushing towards Yang Wenqian with irresistible power!

Collapse!

With the improvement of Zhang Qingyuan's strength, the power of this combined stunt has already decreased.

However, because it is as easy to use as a gesture, and its power is not bad, Zhang Qingyuan is still using this trick today as his regular method.

The terrifying power swept across the void, as if the air had been broken, and it came with a mighty force like a mountain collapsed!

"Humph!"

Yang Wenqian snorted coquettishly, and seemed to have expected Zhang Qingyuan's choice.

Up to this point in the preliminary round, the monks in the same group basically knew each other's competitors.

In Zhang Qingyuan's previous battles, Yang Wenqian remembered all the advantages gained by Dacheng's Yunyan stepping technique.

When Zhang Qingyuan reached the range of Zhang Xu in front of him,

Yang Wenqian had already pinched a talisman with a faint light in her hand as quickly as possible, and the spiritual energy in her body instantly aroused it.

"Edict!"

In an instant, an invisible air mechanism vibrated from the talisman, stirring up heavy air, and the Lingyuan turned into a milky white mask that was visible to the naked eye and covered Yang Wenqian inside!

boom! ! !

Zhang Qingyuan's Bengshan punch continued unabated, hitting the pale white mask.

Immediately, an incomparably majestic force erupted, rolling up a torrent of impact visible to the naked eye on the flat ground, sweeping all directions, half of the arena seemed to be blown up by a storm!

However,

The pale white mask cast by the prisoner of unknown rank still remained motionless, but the color of the light became dimmed a little!

One blow to no avail,

At this time, Yang Wenqian, who was under the protection of the mask, took out a few talismans again at an extremely fast speed, pinched it with one hand, and Lingyuan instantly released the spells sealed in the talismans.

"Vine technique!"

"Water flush!"

"Fire technique!"

As the talisman in the opponent's hand turned into stars and dissipated, first of all, on the ring, blue vines suddenly grew out of thin air, slapped the air, and almost smashed towards Zhang Qingyuan like overwhelming! High-speed text hand typing I have a proficiency panel chapter list