The first day of the Zongmen Grand Competition was a single group arena and a double duel.
The single player arena has always been a big competition.
The best players from all disciplines competed on the same stage, and they had a great time playing on the stage;
Among them, Yu Wuya and Chu Lin were the two candidates who attracted the most attention in the contest.
The two are about the same age, and they are rare sword repair wizards in the cultivation world. Whether they are elders in the sect or ordinary monks, they all want to see them compete on the same stage.
Everyone's focus was on Yu Wuya and Chu Lin, and they didn't notice that a name was quietly climbing up.
Yun Wanbao's one-man arena competition.
It was her first appearance at the Zongmen Grand Competition, and there were so many top performers this year, but the fledgling Yun Wan seemed even more inconspicuous.
The monks she faced were not considered strong, and she could win with one quick move or one slow moment.
In the arena rankings, Yun Wan's ranking rose rapidly, jumping from outside the top 100 to the top 50. Rankings are growing so fast it's hard not to notice.
"Move the cloud mirror to the seventh ring."
The head of the Jingyue Sect, Qin Xun, was the first to discover Yunwan, and after exhorting his subordinates, the huge cloud-peering mirror in front of him switched to Yunwan's body, and other elders also paid attention to Xiang Yunwan's movements.
"Is it Bixuan Villa Huan Ziru who is fighting this little girl?"
Bixuan Villa masters array cultivation and is good at mechanisms. Among them, Heng Ziru is a closed-door disciple of Elder Bixuan. His spells and physical skills are relatively ordinary, but he is good at arrays because he is called "Thousand Machine Blades".
On the high platform, someone shook his head: "The little girl is very good at physical skills, but it's a pity that it's hard to deal with Heng Ziru..."
No matter how good physical skills are, if you can't get close, it's just empty talk.
The head of Qin Xun smiled and said, "I don't think so."
Everyone expressed their opinions, and then they didn't say anything, watching the game quietly.
In addition to broadcasting images to the island, the Cloud Peering Mirror also faced the disciples from various sects who could not come to watch the match, except Zong Tian's outlying islands. Seeing that the sect master and the elders shifted their focus to the seventh ring, the monk in charge of controlling the cloud-peering mirror also pointed the mirror at it sensibly.
The sight transmitted by the cloud-peeping mirror is clear.
In the arena, Yun Wan, who was dressed in a moon white robe and a high ponytail, stood opposite a thin young man with a shrewd face.
The sect disciples who were watching other group arena games were all stunned for a moment at the picture in front of them.
"Who is this?"
"I only know Heng Ziru, who is on the other side?"
"The clothes seem to belong to the Kunlun sect, what's the matter?"
"I know her!! Ten years ago, the Jingyu Tower was bloodbathed and Yun Tianyi was killed. She seems to be called Wanwan!"
As soon as this remark came out, everyone was in an uproar.
"But...it looks quite inconspicuous."
It's really inconspicuous, ordinary in appearance, unremarkable, and can't be found among the crowd.
In addition to the monks of the sect within the Eight Desolations, the disciples of the Kunlun Sect also guarded in front of the cloud-peering mirror. When Yun Wan's face appeared, the square cheered.
"It's late!"
"Senior Sister Wanwan has made a career out of it!"
"She really hit fifty?"
There were surprises and surprises in the crowd, and finally everyone glanced at Baizhu in the corner tacitly. She stood in the corner with her arms crossed, her face looked extremely bad, the disciples didn't want to touch her brows, and focused on watching the match.
"Heng Ziru is not easy to fight, Senior Sister Wanwan seems to be a physical trainer, and she can't get close to him, if she is drawn into the formation again, it will be troublesome..."
While talking, the competition started.
Previously, Yun Wan had faced sword and weapon cultivators, but this was the first time she had met a pure array cultivator.
I've heard people say before that array cultivation costs money and is difficult to learn, and good people don't know how to practice arrays at all.
The young man in front of him is the early stage of Jindan, and his cultivation level is almost the same as hers, but Yunwan is very concerned about the brush in his hand. The brush is huge, nearly one meter thick, and can't be held. The thin body of the youth is not proportional.
Those who didn't know it thought it was a talisman.
Yun Wan didn't dare to underestimate the enemy, her expression was serious.
Heng Ziru couldn't hold back anymore, and he was the first to strike.
With a wave of pen and ink, the formation was formed on the spot, Yun Wan turned to avoid the rushing formation, and once again regained consciousness, Heng Ziru disappeared in front of her eyes.
[This person is good at organ formations, be careful. ]
Prompt at Xuanling exit: [Behind. ]
Yun Wan's expression was shocked, she turned around and raised her foot, kicking the star dart that came from the dark with one kick.
Her reaction was as fast as a dragon, making Heng Ziru's eyes tighten.
The head of Qin Xun looked at her with a little appreciation. This time, no matter whether he was on or off the court, he didn't dare to underestimate her again.
At this time, the competitions in the other arenas had ended, and many people gathered in the seventh arena, including Yu Wuya, Qin Zhiyan, and Chu Lin.
"Brother Chu Lin, do you think Wanwan will win?"
Qin Zhiyan stood on tiptoe desperately, looking at the situation anxiously.
Chu Lin said nothing, but glanced at Yu Wuya instead.
No matter who wins this match, he will face Yu Wuya in the next match.
Chu Lin is eager to decide the outcome with Yu Wuya, today is the only and the best chance.
Sensing his war-like gaze, Yu Wuya glanced over it lightly from the corner of his eye, and quickly drifted away, looking at the ring again.
The move just now made Heng Ziru not dare to relax his vigilance. Seeing that Yun Wan mainly cultivated her body, she used all her strength to attack her weakness.
The current situation is not good for Yunwan.
Heng Ziru is good at hiding, making it impossible for people to enter. At the same time, Qian Qiubi will set up formations and traps to consume Yunwan's physical strength and prevent her from approaching. Obviously, he wanted to boil the frog in warm water and grind Yun Wan to death bit by bit.
The game is basically nothing to watch now.
"If you can't break Heng Ziru's hidden formation, I'm afraid she will never be able to touch the corner of Heng Ziru's clothes."
Under Heng Ziru's kite, Yun Wan's strength lost quickly, her steps gradually became heavy, and finally she was overwhelmed, and her body fell heavily to the ground. Heng Ziru took this opportunity to throw countless dark nails at her.
Spikes containing spiritual power rushed towards her like a net, Qin Zhiyan's eyes widened, her voice broke because she was too anxious: "Wanwan, get out of here—!"
dodge?
Totally impossible.
The dark nails are getting closer and closer, there is no way to avoid them, there is no way to hide, if they are all pierced, they will become a sieve even if they don't die.
Yun Wan gritted her teeth, raised her arms to protect her eyes, Xuan Ling quickly spread out the barrier to envelop her, blocking out all the hidden nails.
The barrier only existed for a moment and then quickly disappeared. Before everyone could see what the blue light was, Yun Wan got up from the ground again.
Only Chu Lin's expression gradually became serious.
Those deep eyes were fixed on the bracelet on Yun Wan's wrist. It was green in color and so ordinary in style that it was hard for anyone to notice it.
Chu Lin was short of breath, and the picture of being in the secret place of Xiaoxian Mountain suddenly appeared in his mind.
Cloud night, night night.
The two similar names were suddenly involved at this time, which made Chu Lin startled and unacceptable.
impossible…
impossible...
He clasped his fingers tightly and clenched his teeth. Although he tried his best to deny this absurd idea, he still stared at the swaying body on the ring and the ordinary jade bracelet.
Yun Wan concentrated on coping and knew nothing about off-court affairs.
Hengzi floated around like a ghost, and from time to time, a hidden weapon flew in to set up a trap.
Yun Wan was tired from running, she didn't want to hide any more, and stood in the middle of the ring without moving a bit.
Her appearance is completely like giving up on herself, Heng Ziru mocked with a smile, waved the pen and ink, and the golden mark floated in the air—
"Taiwei, Qi!"
The Taiwei Formation, like the stars of the Milky Way, swallowed her instantly, and the formation was like a labyrinth, and if she stepped on the wrong foot, she fell into the abyss completely.
Taiwei Formation is one of the three large formations, Taiwei Formation is Zhongyuan, the main killing formation, even if she has three heads and six arms, she can't escape this maze of stars.
Heng Ziru was sure of winning, he stood quietly outside the formation, and had already accepted the gesture.
Yun Wan didn't move.
The long time of dodging and the rapid consumption of spiritual power made her so tired that she became short of breath, and her lungs hurt from overbreathing. She needed to rest, closed her eyes, and slowly adjusted the disordered breath again and again.
The cloud-peering mirror can see into the formation.
She seemed to be asleep, leaving everyone confused for a while.
"Abandoned yourself?"
"The Sanyuan Formation is a formation created by Villa Master Bixuan. Heng Ziru has learned 70% of it, so even if he loses, he won't be ashamed."
"It's good to be able to get to this point."
Although Yun Wan was at a disadvantage, many people wanted Yun Wan to win out of selfishness. The atmosphere was filled with tension, and everyone was anxiously waiting for the decisive victory.
Yun Wan had almost rested.
To say that Xiao Huangwen's heroine has a good physique, in just a short time, most of her fatigue disappeared.
She calmly looked for the weakness of the formation.
Taiweiyuan is the upper wall of Sanyuan, located in the northeast...
She squinted her eyes, and fixed her gaze on the north of the magic formation. Among the starry sky-like deep and charming formations, only that place was calmer.
Yun Wan has already noticed in her heart.
She dodged past, raised her fist and aimed at the eye of the formation and smashed it.
This punch weighed a thousand catties, starting from the eye of the formation, the formation formed fine lines from all directions like shattered ice, and finally there was only a click, and the entire formation was extinguished.
Boom—!
The arena where the two were standing was unbearably heavy, and they were actually disconnected from it.
Yun Wan, who broke out of the formation, stood under the attention of everyone, with a peaceful expression, quietly looking at the dull Heng Ziru in front of him, "Are you still coming?"
It's short and short, and it sounds a little proud.
Heng Ziru felt very dizzy.
The reason why the formation is a formation is because it is unpredictable and unpredictable, and finally kills those who enter the formation by surprise.
But now... the good formation was shattered by Yun Wan's punch!
For the formation cultivator, being smashed by a punch is undoubtedly a devastating blow! What she shattered was not only the array, but also the dignity of the array cultivator! !
Heng Ziru couldn't breathe, and suddenly felt that the sky was falling and he was not as painful as he is now.
His hand holding the pen couldn't help shaking, and he didn't wave it down for a long time.
Yun Wan didn't hesitate, and teleported to Heng Ziru's body, and slammed a fatal blow towards his gate of life.
The bridge of the nose collapsed, and severe pain spread throughout the body.
Heng Ziru rolled his eyes and fell to the ground with a plop.
No one applauded, the whole hall was silent.
At this moment, both inside and outside the island fell into a long dead silence.
The disciple who was in charge of beating the gong was the first to come back to his senses, blinked blankly, held the gong hammer tightly and struck the gong and drum, took a deep breath—
"Wan Wan, win—!"
On the wind and cloud list, Yun Wan jumped to the back of Chu Lin.
Everyone in the stands came back to their senses one after another, whispering to each other, and looked at Yun Wan with a strange color in their eyes.
The elder in charge of the group arena cleared his throat, and the voice reached his ears: "The next match, Wanwan against Chu Lin!"
After the words fell, Yun Wan's eyes collided with Chu Lin's gaze.