The Qingmu Sword appeared in front of him. The middle-aged monk didn't care about anything else and had to move the small flag aside to barely block the tip of the sword, but the quicksand and water under his feet surged up faster.

Mo Tiange kept hitting another talisman.

With a loud noise, the monk fell down in the ring.

At this time, the referee's foundation-building monk walked forward, checked the monk, stood up and nodded: "Ye Xiaotiansheng."

Mo Tiange's expression relaxed. Seeing the second uncle's grin in the audience, he quickly sat down to regain his spiritual energy. In order to consume the other party's spiritual energy, she also took the spirit-replenishing pill herself. She finally managed to hold on and was so tired.

Because without her spiritual support, the formation had failed and the thorns withered. The middle-aged monk finally saw outside the formation and stood up with a gray face and jumped off the ring. His flag defense was really great. Mo Tiange tried his best, but he did not hurt him much. He just lost to the hands of a monk at the seventh level of Qi Refining. He was afraid that his confidence would be greatly hit. Moreover, if he lost this round, he could only fight other rings. The injuries and medicine he took this time would affect the next round. The difficulty of winning would be greatly increased.

Mo Tiange was not feeling well. This was the eighth game, and she had to defeat two people before she could enter the next round of qualifications, but she was so tired now. If she had another opponent like the middle-aged monk just now, it would be difficult for her to hold on. However, with her cultivation level, she finally fought with a bunch of opponents who were also eager to win at the nine and ten levels, and it would be difficult for her to beat ten more people. Moreover, now she was about to overdraw her energy and used talismans and elixirs and spirit stones, and could hardly afford to fight the next ring, so she could only do her best. Anyway, with her second uncle here, as long as she didn't seek death, she would not be in danger of her life.

Unfortunately, if she was a family of immortal cultivation, she would send her family disciples to take over the top and get a full ten people, unlike now that she can only fight hard.

However, she recovered her aura, but found that no one had been on the ring.

The referee's monk shouted again: "If you want to come up and fight, please come up as soon as possible. If no one comes up within a quarter of an hour, the champion will win directly."

After a while, someone finally came up. He was a cultivator at the seventh level of Qi Refining.

Mo Tiange was strange. The opponents in the competition were generally getting stronger and stronger. After seeing the previous battle, people who had no skills dared not come to the stage. Only if they had the ability to deal with the other party would they come to the stage. Is there anything special about this cultivator who is the seventh level of Qi refining like her? "

He started fighting with his spirits, but this monk was very ordinary. Qingmu Jue took action, but in just a moment, the monk gave in.

Mo Tiange was puzzled. Why did this monk seem to have raised his head for her?

She didn't know that the battle with the cultivator at the tenth level of Qi refining had already made everyone afraid to go to the stage again. The seventh level of cultivator at the tenth level of Qi refining is definitely more awesome than the tenth level of cultivator, because it is not uncommon for the cultivator at the tenth level of Qi refining, but it is rare for the seventh level of cultivator to defeat the cultivator of the same level, and it is difficult to deal with it. Moreover, everyone has seen that the other party is proficient in formations, and most people have no choice but to do anything about it. Needless to say, those who are not sure of defeating her are afraid that they will be exhausted by the cultivator and will have an impact on the battle below. Anyway, it's not long since it started, and it's nothing later. So, almost everyone agreed to let her win this round and start the next round soon. The cultivator on stage just saw so many games and found that she had almost no hope, so she came up to appreciate her strength, so she aimed for this and came back to come again next time.

This time it took longer, and only one person came up, his cultivation level was worse, he only had six levels, and he soon lost to her and ended up.

The referee's foundation-building monk called her aside and handed her the token back. The mark was marked on it, and then told her to come over after the end. Then he announced that the next round would be carried out.

Mo Tiange was ecstatic and walked down the ring with a sloppy step, almost falling down. Fortunately, Ye Jiang stepped forward and helped her.

"Second uncle, I...I succeeded!"

Ye Jiang smiled and helped her out of the crowd, saying, "Let's rest for a while, you'll win."

Mo Tiange nodded, sat cross-legged and adjusted his breathing until his spiritual energy recovered. When she stopped regulating her breathing, she opened her eyes and looked at her second uncle happily: "Uncle II, did I really succeed?"

Ye Jiang nodded with a smile: "It's really successful. If you concentrate on your opponent, you will naturally succeed." This is not a comfort. She just has no experience in fighting life and death, but such a competition is not weak.

Mo Tiange then felt worried: "This is just the first round of competition, it's so difficult, what's the next round..."

When Ye Jiang thought of this, he sighed: "Forget it if you don't succeed, we won't force it." Indeed, she was lucky to win. By the next round of competition, neither of them was easy to deal with. Even if she beat one, it would be difficult to beat two.

The uncle and nephew comforted each other and raised their spirits to watch the competition.

During the period when Mo Tiange was resting, winners appeared in various arenas, most of whom were nine-level and ten-level monks, with only one eight-level monk and another seven-level monk. Hearing others' comments, the other seven-level monk was a young man in his twenties. He seemed to be a child of the immortal cultivation family. He had a magic weapon in his hand, and no one could defeat him. He successfully won the ten people.

It was already afternoon, and the fighting on the ring became more and more intense. Most of the people had already been on the ring. Now some people were almost fighting desperately, and the injuries were frequent, and the more they were injured, the more they were getting worse.

The more Mo Tiange watched, the more he couldn't bear to watch it again. This was the first time she participated in the Immortal Platform Conference. Although she was mentally prepared, she still didn't expect it to be so tragic. She couldn't help but feel sad. The path of immortality was slim and the scattered cultivators were even more difficult. For a little hope, she was willing to fight for her life. This path is really sad.

It was finally sunset, everyone finished the competition, and the referees and monks announced the end.

At this Xiantai meeting, two people died seriously and countless injured people.

Mo Tiange breathed a sigh of relief and went forward with the other victors.

The ten stages each had foundation-building monks gathered together, swept over the winners one by one, and frowned and discussed what.

This made them nervous, and they didn't know where they were dissatisfied with them.

Mo Tiange couldn't help but scan and found no problems. There were only more than 20 winners, and half of them were injured. Among them, there were only four women, but half of them accounted for half. Because they could achieve such cultivation in their twenties, they were usually after the immortal cultivation family, so the chance of winning was of course high.

I don’t know what these foundation-building monks discussed. Soon after, a leader sent a message to Fu Fei into the hall. After waiting for a while, Fu Fei came back. The leader took it and the few people gathered together to listen, discussed it, and stood up to face them.

Obviously, this is about to announce the next round, and Mo Tiange couldn't help but feel nervous, worried about something going on.

The leader was a half-white foundation-building monk. He glanced over them with serious eyes and said, "Everyone, this Immortal Conference only won twenty-four people in the first round, so the leader ordered that there was no need to compete again, and all twenty-four people were included in the mountain gate. You should go back to deal with the common affairs first, and come to the mountain gate to report tomorrow at Xu hour."

Everyone was upset, surprised and happy.

Mo Tiange is even more so. She was worried that she would not pass the second round, but she didn't expect such a change this time. She was overjoyed at the moment and could directly enter the Yunwu Sect!

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