The heroine of the abuse text just wants to fly to become a fairy

The next two rounds of preliminaries and a round of rematch also went smoothly.

Chu Jinsui and Chengfeng advanced without accident.

Fang Qingya's preliminaries went well, but they were almost eliminated in the rematch, but they managed to defuse the opponent's offensive cleverly, turned the corner, and finally succeeded in advancing.

Chengfeng couldn't help admiring: "You guys are really lucky."

In a blink of an eye, it was the fifth day.

From the 320 people at the beginning, only 20 people remained.

At this time, the stands were almost full, and the eliminated disciples were also in the stands. Although they had no chance of winning, they could gain a lot of experience from watching other people's fights.

Today, half of the number of people will be cleared as usual, that is, only ten people will be left for the final rematch.

"I actually made it to the second round of the rematch." Fang Qingya stood on the waiting seat, feeling a lot of pressure, "I thought I was eliminated in the rematch, and the rest of the senior brothers and sisters are all higher than me. How can I be them?" opponent?"

Chu Jinsui could see that he was a little nervous, so he patted him on the shoulder: "Just treat it as a normal peer discussion."

Ten people, different from when there were many people before, two of the three competition platforms above sank, leaving one.

The next competition will be group by group.

Fang Qingya is in the first group, and his opponent is a senior sister who is also from the outer sect. That senior sister is not very visible on weekdays, and spends most of her time practicing in her room.

Chu Jinsui is in the third group, and Senior Brother Zheng is her opponent.

In the seventh group of Chengfeng, the opponent is senior brother Li Changfeng who had met once in the mission hall before.

……

Fang Qingya stood on the competition stage: "Sister, please enlighten me."

"Please enlighten me." The senior sister opposite him was cold and polite.

The two played against each other for a few rounds, and Fang Qingya already felt strenuous.

Their cultivation bases were four small levels behind. He had just established a foundation, and his opponent had already established a fourth level of foundation.

Cheng Feng touched his chin: "Fang Qingya hangs."

Chu Jinsui also nodded. According to this progress, Fang Qingya will lose in a few more rounds.

Now the remaining ten people, except for Fang Qingya, are all around the fourth and fifth levels of Foundation Establishment.

And she and Chengfeng are almost at the golden core.

Fang Qingya, who has just stepped into the threshold of foundation establishment, is actually very good to have come so far.

Sure enough, in the next few rounds, Fang Qingya has already retreated steadily.

"It's a pity." Cheng Feng said, "If the cultivation base is the same, Fang Qingya may not lose."

As soon as she finished speaking, in the next second, a magic circle several feet high suddenly rose on the ground of the test platform, with complicated patterns surrounding the platform.

Chu Jinsui's eyes lit up: "When he was just retreating, he actually took the opportunity to form an formation."

Chengfeng also sat up straight immediately.

In the world of comprehension, there are indeed monks who minor in other methods, but this will make it easier to be distracted and harder to improve.

The battle situation on the stage changed suddenly.

The cultivation of senior sisters in the formation is restricted, but Fang Qingya is not affected.

Finally, after more than a dozen rounds, Fang Qingya narrowly won.

The sword has no eyes, and both of them were slightly injured, but they were all slightly injured.

"Admitted, Senior Sister."

"Thank you for your enlightenment."

Fang Qingya got off the competition platform and wiped the blood from the small wound: "Hey, I actually won."

Chengfeng slapped him: "You kid, you never told us that you know how to form formations, you and we are still hiding our feelings!"

He scratched his head embarrassingly: "I only started to study by myself when I came back from Yaobei. There were actually many omissions in the formation just now, and the main one was caught off guard."

Chu Jinsui thought for a while and asked, "You thought about learning formations because you saw Miss Liu?"

Fang Qingya nodded: "Yes, Wen Renjing was dying at the time, but Ms. Liu's formation can be said to have laid a net all at once, making it impossible for people to escape. It directly crucified the situation and could not be reversed."

"At the time, I thought, this is too powerful."

There is some longing in his eyes: "I also want to one day be able to control the situation and decide who wins or loses."

In the auditorium above.

Several elders couldn't help admiring.

"The future is terrifying!"

"Yeah, although this kid is a bit stupid in class, he is indeed a good material."

"He seems to be a mortal before he started. I still remember him as a kid who passed the test all by luck."

"If that's the case, then his talent is really good."

……

While speaking, the second group above was about to decide the winner.

Chu Jinsui stood up, and it was time for her.

on the test bench.

Zheng Mingshu cupped his fists: "Junior Sister."

Chu Jinsui returned the gift: "Brother, please enlighten me."

Zheng Mingshu's cultivation was similar to hers, she was at the seventh level of foundation building, and Zheng Mingshu was at the sixth level.

It has a small advantage, but in fact this advantage is of little use.

Zheng Mingshu is proficient in swordsmanship, but she has only held the sword for two or three years now, how can it compare to Zheng Mingshu's ten years of hard training.

After several rounds, although there were back and forth, neither of them had any advantage.

But the sword in her hand is not a mortal thing, and it cannot exert all its power in her hands, which is already considered a disadvantage.

Chu Jinsui knew immediately that he would lose in terms of swordsmanship alone.

She turned sideways to avoid Zheng Mingshu's sword energy.

Then his fingertips slightly bent and flicked on the sword.

"Ding—" The sound of the crisp collision between the nails and the sword body seemed to be amplified several times on the stage, and even created an illusion of ripples.

Zheng Mingshu's movements froze for a moment, and several double images seemed to appear in front of his eyes.

Chu Jinsui continued to fight with him, deliberately manipulating the tone of the two swords colliding, and even playing the long sword behind him when he drew it.

If it is only about swordsmanship, she is certainly no match for Zheng Mingshu.

But when it comes to manipulating the tone of voice to affect people's judgment or even make the other party have hallucinations, she is sure that she is already a leader.

Even though there were still people from the Huanyinmen sitting in the stands, she didn't think that among the Huanyinmen's disciples on this trip, there were a few who could surpass her.

Under her frequent interference, Zheng Mingshu's consciousness was disturbed, several Chu Jinsui even appeared in front of him, and he couldn't tell which one was the real one.

Finally, Chu Jinsui's horizontal sword was behind him, pressing against his back: "I admit it, Senior Brother Zheng."

Zheng Mingshu reacted, the hallucination in front of him disappeared, he turned around and laughed: "Junior Sister is amazing, I have benefited a lot."

If you lose, you lose, and he admits defeat openly.

Although her methods are treacherous and unpredictable, she is winning on the stage. In this world, strength is the last word. If he has a higher cultivation level, he will not be affected.

The acting head of the Huanyinmen in the stands: "Jianzong still has such talents. If she hadn't joined Jianzong, I really want to bring her back to Huanyinmen."

She could tell at a glance that Chu in the audience had studied music theory this year.

Thinking about it, she looked at her disciples: "You guys should learn a little bit."

Elder Jianzong was also a little surprised: "This year's disciples are really talented!"

"There is an array repairer in front, and there will be another repairer here."

"Have all the geniuses caught up with this year?"

……

Soon to Chengfeng.

She was giggling, without any pressure at all: "You all won, of course I won't lose!"

to the stage.

After Chengfeng and Li Changfeng greeted each other, they immediately started to fight.

It was only now that Chu Jinsui, who was sitting in the audience, realized that she hadn't read a single page of the Bi Luo Sword Art back then!

Fang Qingya opened his mouth wide: "This... this... is really amazing."

Cheng Feng on the stage didn't pay attention to moves, and didn't talk about swordsmanship. His sword moves were simple and neat—it was still the first few moves.

She relied on strength and majestic spiritual power to fight against Li Changfeng.

With the effort of half a stick of incense, the outcome has been divided.

Chengfeng: "Admitted!"

Li Changfeng was stunned: "I'm willing to bow down."

Even the elders on the stage were speechless for a moment.

It's been a long time.

Master Shuanghua: "Ahem, the younger generation is awesome."

"Well, yes, talents in all aspects are very important."