Spirit Peak Number One

Time passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye, a day passed.

The light of the array pattern of the ten formation tower kept shining throughout this day.

On the first row of the Shizhen Monument, where the name is blank, no handwriting has ever appeared.

When the last person of the ten formation tower was teleported out, the first row of the ten formation monument remained unchanged.

Not to mention the many trial disciples gathered in the formation, even the eyes of the head of the Four Peaks showed a trace of disappointment.

"Who is this person, why doesn't he show up yet?"

"Does this person really take the false name dust?"

Many disciples' curiosity about the mysterious intruder has reached its limit, and they are panicked.

Xuan Yi stood up and said in a loud voice: "The formation is over. The first person on the formation this time is the formation's disciple Zhong Wen."

In the crowd, there was a sparse burst of cheers, not enthusiastic.

Everyone knows that the reason why Zhong Wen got the first place was only because the mysterious man who made the formation did not show up.

At this time, Zhong Wen looked at the ten monuments with a wry smile.

This year, the title of No. 1 in the formation, falling on his head, is probably the least convincing.

The first seat of Wufeng was the first to disperse.

In mid-air, Wen Xuan was still unwilling, and asked: "Xuan Yi, don't sell Guanzi, who is this one?"

Xuan Yi smiled without saying a word, pondered a little, turned the subject away, and asked, "After Wufeng competed with each other, Su Zimo and Feng Haoyu had a battle. Where is the location? What are your plans?"

"The location doesn't matter, the result is the same." Wen Xuan said lightly.

Xuan Yi shook his head and said: "This battle is highly anticipated. Among the sects, I am afraid that it is no less than Wufeng's better art, so let's be more cautious."

"Su Zimo is forbidden to step into Lingfeng. Lingfeng's spiritual battlefield is no longer good. After all, Su Zimo is a Qifeng disciple. On Qifeng, it's not appropriate. The rest are Fufeng, Array Peak, and Danfeng's. Choose one of the three in the spirit battlefield." Hefa boy said.

Xuan Yi said suddenly, "At the peak."

"Yes." Wen Xuan nodded.

There were no objections to the other first seats, and the matter was settled.

...

Every year, the Lingfeng competition is placed on the last day, and it is also the sect, including the most important event for all monks.

No matter how strong the formation, talisman, alchemy, or refining is, the ultimate goal of these is to enhance the strength of the monks.

In the realm of comprehension, the weak eat the strong, and the strength is respected!

The degree of cruelty is more than that of the jungle mountains where ferocious beasts are rampant. This is also the significance of Su Zimo's survival for one year in the Canglang Mountain Range by Dieyue.

It's just that Su Zimo has just stepped into the realm of comprehension, and he hasn't really ventured out yet, and he hasn't realized the danger in the realm of comprehension.

On the fifth day, Lingfeng was more artistic.

Almost all Wufeng disciples were present, and many disciples who had been closed in the inner gate also came one after another, and some sect elders also came to watch.

The rules of Lingfeng's better art are very simple. The sect disciples stepped forward to draw lots, duel, catch and fight, and the final winner was the first person of Lingfeng!

Although he was better at Qifeng and Danfeng, Feng Haoyu lost two games in a row.

But in the Lingfeng competition, Feng Haoyu is still the loudest and the first disciple of Wufeng.

In the process of competing with his opponents, Feng Haoyu did indeed show his due strength.

From beginning to end, winning streak all the way, no one caused him too much obstacle.

Many disciples in the trial have heard that Feng Haoyu has already practiced one of the three secret techniques of the sect, "The Misty Sword", and wants to see the elegant demeanor in Lingfeng.

But Feng Haoyu never used this secret technique.

In addition to Feng Haoyu, the cold and gentle performance really surprised everyone.

Although there is no lower-grade spirit weapon, Leng Rou, based on the skill of imperial sword, combined with many talisman, has defeated many powerful enemies of Lingfeng.

On the soft flying sword, there was a icy chill. If you were a little careless, the flying sword would be covered with frost, and your flexibility would be greatly reduced.

Of course, the most unexpected thing is the little fat man.

The little fat man is only nine layers of Qi condensing, and he does not have much advantage in the art of swordsmanship.

However, with the help of the inferior giant axe spirit weapon gifted by Su Zimo, and the powerful technique of refining the body, the little fat man succeeded in continuous leapfrog challenges and defeated many Dzogchen practitioners.

The final battle was still between Feng Haoyu and Leng Rou.

Although the cold and soft talisman appeared endlessly and varied, Feng Haoyu's sword art was even better.

With the aid of the aura of the wind attribute, the flying sword became more elegant and agile in Feng Haoyu's hands.

Before sunset, Lingfeng Juyi ends.

Not surprisingly, Feng Haoyu won first place in Lingfeng!

Leng Rou is second.

The little fat man actually got the third place.

The first prize of Lingfeng is also the most generous. It not only rewards many spirit stones and sect contribution points, but also can go to the Ling Pill Pavilion to choose a pill, go to the Ling Qi Pavilion to choose a low-grade spiritual tool, and then go to the Fu Leng Pavilion to choose one. Zhang Yijie Fulu.

"Hey, it seems that someone will be crushed in the battle between Senior Brother Feng and Su Zimo tomorrow."

"Yeah, even Leng Rou and Senior Brother Li lost to Senior Brother Feng in such a condensed manner. Su Zimo's eighth condensate level is really not enough."

No one was optimistic about Su Zimo after Lingfeng competed in art.

"This Feng Haoyu won the first place in Lingfeng. It's too easy, I didn't use all my strength." The young Hefa laughed.

Wen Xuan couldn't hide his complacency in his eyes, and nodded: "I think people can't be wrong. If it weren't for this, I wouldn't beg the Sect Master to let Hao Yu practice the sect secret technique in advance."

"In all fairness, Feng Haoyu, who has the roots of Feng Ling, is indeed the best candidate to practice "The Misty Sword"." The Leng Yan woman nodded.

Wen Xuan smiled and said: "Before this battle, I told Hao Yu that if you use the secret technique of the sect to win your brother, even if you win the first place in Lingfeng, you will also lose and you will not be able to convince the crowd. ."

"Hao Yu is not bad, it didn't disappoint me."

The old man didn't say a word, with a touch of worry between his eyebrows.

The stronger Feng Haoyu is, the more miserable Su Zimo will be defeated tomorrow.

As his wishful lover, he couldn't bear to see Su Zimo being hit like this.

"Wen Xuan, give me a face, or tell Feng Haoyu, let's forget the battle tomorrow." After hesitating for a long time, the old man suddenly said.

As a bad old man, it is quite difficult to intercede for a disciple and say such things.

Xuan Yi and Hefa teenagers, the glamorous woman was silent.

It's not easy for them to intervene in this kind of thing.

Wen Xuan was silent for a while before he said, "The arrow has been wound and has to be sent. I can't come forward on this matter."

"But..."

The old man was about to continue persuading, Wen Xuan frowned, and interrupted: "Su Zimo wins Hao Yu two games in a row. Hao Yu won't allow him to win one game! Your disciple is a disciple, isn't mine?"

After speaking, Wenxuan left first, leaving the other four people in place.

The old man was a little embarrassed and sighed.

Hefa Shaoyou coughed, and said: "Don't blame him, Wen Xuan has poured too much effort on Feng Haoyu. Feng Haoyu lost two games in a row. Although Wen Xuan didn't say anything, he certainly did. Unhappy, human nature."

Xuan Yi also patted the old man's shoulder, and comforted: "It's okay. It's okay to let Su Zimo suffer a little setback. In the future, his achievements may not be weaker than Feng Haoyu."

"The road... is still long." Xuan Yi said meaningfully with blinking eyes.