Lu Ping attacked Yuan Zhan with three Blood Magic Figures. Yuan Zhan inwardly cursed him for being wasteful. The disciples below the ring were surprised. Lu Ping used four Blood Magic Figures in such a short time. What a generous man!
Yuan Zhan's "Earth Wall" was just a common Magic Figure, which could not resist the attack of Blood Magic Figures. He quickly pasted another "Earth Shield" Magic Figure on himself and took out the last high-grade Blood Magic Figure he had. The Blood Magic Figure turned into a fire dragon, swallowed the "Fire Crow" Magic Figure and then exploded.
At the same time, Yuan Zhan sent out several streaks of Sword Qi to break another "Water Binding" Magic Figure. Therefore, he had no time to resist the "Falling Stone" Magic Figure. Three huge stones weighing more than a thousand pounds hit Yuan Zhan's two protective Magic Figures and smashed them into pieces. Yuan Zhan was also beaten and forced to retreat by this powerful force.
Seeing this, Lu Ping launched his attacks again. He made swordsmanship of Shu Realm with his right hand and attacked Yuan Zhan with magic methods with the other. To his surprise, he could shoot out magic methods smoothly and almost as quickly as he made the sword moves.
Seeing that Lu Ping gained the upper hand in an instant and the magic methods that came out of his left hand were fast, Immortal Senior Liu couldn't help but give a "Huh", attracting the attention of several Immortal Seniors around him.
"He actually grasped Shu Realm in a fight!" An Immortal Senior said.
"His swordsmanship and magic methods have both reached Shu Realm. It's hard to tell who'll win!" Another Immortal Senior said.
At this time, the only one who looked overcast was Immortal Senior Fang. He snorted with a calm face, but the corners of his eyes kept twitching. His eyes flickered, and no one knew what he was thinking.
Since Lu Ping took the upper hand and his magic methods reached Shu Realm, his morale soared and he kept on attacking Yuan Zhan. Yuan Zhan's cultivation was one level higher than Lu Ping’s, but he could only manage to withstand his blows.
Yuan Zhan was angry and annoyed. He was at the upper hand a moment ago, but the situation changed in an instant. He probably needed to play his trump card. Yuan Zhan originally wanted to compete with the masters at the ninth level of Blood Refining with this trump card, but he had to dispel this idea at the time.
In the crowd's exclamation, a silver sword appeared above Yuan Zhan's head. In the silver light, an aggressive breath pointed at Lu Ping who suddenly felt that his face had been cut by a knife. It hurt like hell!
"It's a magic weapon. A magic weapon!" In the crowd's exclamation, Yuan Zhan laughed proudly, transmitting his magic strength into his long sword.
Seeing that Yuan Zhan took out his magic weapon, Lu Ping appeared calm and serious.
He had a magic weapon. It was not surprising that someone else would also have one.
Lu Ping attacked Yuan Zhan with magic methods to prevent him from injecting spiritual strength into the weapon, while secretly injecting his magic power into his bronze mirror.
During their stalemate, all the disciples below the ring held their breath, and even some of the Immortal Seniors on the central ring turned their attention to Lu Ping's match.
In the blink of an eye, the silver sword above Yuan Zhan's head turned into a flash of light. It flashed past before the crowd’s eyes and rushed towards Lu Ping.
Everyone felt sorry for Lu Ping. They thought they would see Lu Ping defeat Yuan Zhan whose cultivation was one level higher. Unexpectedly, Yuan Zhan played his trump card, a magic weapon.
Just when they thought Lu Ping would be defeated, they heard a loud "Ding". They thought it was the presiding Immortal Senior who presided over this match blocked the magic weapon. However, after they turned around, they saw a bronze mirror suspending in front of Lu Ping. It was resisting the silver flying sword.
Magic weapon. It was also a magic weapon!
It was amazing that both sides had magic weapons. All the disciples below the ring suddenly got excited. Even Immortal Senior Liu was stunned and delighted.
Yuan Zhan thought that he was sure to win, but Lu Ping also had a magic weapon. Moreover, it was actually a defensive one.
"Damn it," Yuan Zhan cursed secretly, took back his silver flying sword, injected his Spiritual Strength into it, and was about to launch his second attack.
Disciples at the Blood Refining stage had no Divine Mentality Coercion and could not attack and defend freely with remote control of magic weapons. They could only use magic weapons directly as Yuan Zhan did, one blow at a time.
Therefore, Yuan Zhan could only hope to defeat Lu Ping with his rich spiritual strength.
Lu Ping also quickly put away his bronze mirror and prepared to resist the second attack. Meanwhile, he took out two high-grade Blood Magic Figures secretly.
When Yuan Zhan launched his second attack, Lu Ping raised his bronze mirror to resist it while throwing out two Magic Figures.
Yuan Zhan didn't expect that Lu Ping's spiritual strength was so strong. It was no weaker than his. He was caught off guard by two Blood Magic Figures, so he rushed to inject his remaining spiritual strength into his magic steel and threw it out. At the cost of destroying the magic steel, he blocked only one of the Magic Figures. The second one turned into three wooden thorns, and he watched them stabbing towards himself.
A magic method flew over, turned into a silver shield, and blocked Lu Ping's Blood Magic Figure. The presiding Immortal Seniors who presided over the match shouted, "Lu Ping from the seventh team has won!"
Lu Ping let out a long breath. He was almost eliminated before he entered the top sixty-four. Remembering that he even wished to enter the top sixteen before the match, he couldn't help laughing bitterly.
Lu Ping was naturally congratulated by a group of senior disciples when he got off the ring. It turned out that his match was the longest. The other disciples had already completed their matches.
The morning round was already quite intense. Many powerful disciples began to stand out conspicuously, and the appearance of magic weapons was no longer anything new. Many of the disciples with powerful strength met each other in advance because of the lots they drew. The spectators were satisfied after watching their fierce competitions, but they also felt sorry for the failed disciples.
Zhao Lang and Qian Fei who were among the "Five Talents" met the already famous disciples who were at the ninth level of Blood Refining in this round. Although they were both powerful and each had two magic weapons, they were defeated in the end because of a lack of spiritual strength. Du Feng, the second senior disciple, defeated Qian Fei.
Yao Yong, the first senior disciple, also won easily, using only a low-grade magic weapon to defeat a disciple who had just reached the ninth level of Blood Refining. In the duel, Yao Yong's magic weapons and magic methods both reached Shu Realm. Without using a Magic Figure, he easily defeated his opponent.
The fourth senior disciple, Shi Lingling, who was at the eighth level encountered a disciple who was at the ninth level. Her magic weapons and magic methods also both reached Shu Realm. With the help of several high-grade Magic Figures, she defeated her opponent and saved the reputation of "Five Talents" that was declining.
Only four members of the seventh team entered the top thirty-two. They were the first senior disciple Yao Yong, the second senior disciple Du Feng, the fourth senior disciple Shi Lingling, and Lu Ping. The other disciples in the seventh team were all eliminated.
Among the thirty-two people, more than half of them had reached the ninth level of Blood Refining. Except for Lu Ping, the others were all powerful disciples at the eighth level. After the match, Lu Ping became the focus of attention and was known as "a dark horse". However, he was not used to it, because he had always been low-key.
Immortal Senior Liu on the central ring was also one of the people who received compliments. Four of his disciples entered the top thirty-two. Even if they were all eliminated in the next round, his team could enter the top five.
In the afternoon, before the fourth round started, Lu Ping had a bad presentiment. Sure enough, after they drew lots, the Immortal Senior, who oversaw assisting them to draw lots, shouted, "Lu Ping from the seventh team will versus Leng Qian from the fourteenth team!"
As soon as the Immortal Senior announced that Lu Ping's opponent was Leng Qian, the other disciples of the seventh team sighed and looked at Lu Ping regretfully. They were like saying, "Lu Ping, your luck has run out". Lu Ping saw their expressions clearly. People like Li Cheng directly looked at him with a gloating look.Shi Lingling, who was dressed in a red gauzy gown, came to Lu Ping, and said with a chuckle, "Lu Ping, come on. You got this. I believe you will win!"Hearing this, Lu Ping flushed, and his ears turned red. All the disciples except him burst into laughter.The first senior disciple Yao Yong also came to him and said, "Do your best. You are already quite strong. Even if you lose, others won't judge you."Du Feng, the second senior disciple, kept silent as usual and nodded to Lu Ping as he passed by.These three people were the most powerful in the seventh team, forming a small group. Had it not
Lu Ping was not in the mood to exclaim about Leng Qian's magic weapon. At the time, he only felt great pressure and danger. He even noticed that the presiding Immortal Senior on the edge of the ring was already prepared to rescue him.In a hurry, Lu Ping took out his bronze mirror and injected his spiritual strength into it as if he was going to drain his spiritual strength. He threw out two top-grade Blood Magic Figures to attack Leng Qian, trying to pose obstacles to her."Clang.""Puff."After several loud noises, Lu Ping's bronze mirror was almost struck to fly by the hammer, and he seemed to be hit by a heavy object in his chest, retreating to the edge of the ring.Fortunately, Lu Ping's several Magic Figures attracted Leng Qian's attention. Leng Qian failed to launch her second attack after she launched the first one. Otherwise, even if Lu Ping could withstand her attacks, he would be beaten down the ring.
At the place where the second level disciples of the seventh team lived, in a darkroom, Lu Ping suddenly opened his eyes. He reached out his finger, and a tongue of flame appeared above it. He flicked it to a lamp, and then the dark, humble room was lit instantly.The room was not big and was about three meters by three meters. Its furnishings were very simple, and there were only a few essential items for daily life. This shows that Lu Ping's daily activities were mainly cultivating hard.Half a month had passed since the Grand Competition was over, and Lu Ping's cultivation at the eighth level of Blood Refining had been completely consolidated. Looking back on what happened in the Grand Competition, Lu Ping still had a lingering fear.On that day, Lu Ping was lucky enough to make a cultivation breakthrough at the last moment and resist Leng Qian's attack. Then he quickly took out his magic weapon "Landslide", and finally defeated Leng
Moreover, it was said that the "Four Elites", "Five Talents" and "Seven Braves" were elected in a particular way. The "Four Elites" were the top four in the Grand Competition, and Yao Yong was one of them.The "Five Talents" were the youngest five people among the top sixteen. Four of them were women, and they were also the only four women who entered the top sixteen in the Grand Competition. Shi Lingling was very angry about this. She found the only man in the "Five Talents", a cultivator who had just reached the ninth level of Blood Refining. Then she defeated him in public and took away his position in the "Five Talents".As for the "Seven Braves", Lu Ping was ranked first among them by some busybodies.Lu Ping was dismissive of this, but he had no way to stop himself from being famous.He highly respected Immortal Senior Liu. After he entered the late stage of Blood Refining, Immortal Senior Liu had given him meticulous
The third level disciples seldom cultivated in the academy. Most of them had to travel to increase their knowledge, look for opportunities, and complete the tasks the sect gave them. Even if the disciples hadn’t reached the eighth level of Blood Refining, they had to receive tasks from the sect, accumulate rewards, and make plans for their future cultivation after cultivating for a year. This was also the reason why few third level disciples could be seen in the academy except when they came back for the year-end Grand Competition.True Spirit Sect had a long history. The seniors knew well that it was difficult to train elites in a safe and comfortable environment, so they allowed the disciples to strive by themselves freely. Those with real strength would survive in the end. After all, the inheritance of the sect needed the elites to carry on.In this half-year, after being lectured by Immortal Senior Liu, Lu Ping had been preparing for his travel i
Lu Ping needed to pass through a forest on his way back to the academy. After he entered it, he took out a Magic Figure from his storage bag and pasted it on himself. Then his figure flashed and disappeared.What he used was an Invisibility Magic Figure. The simplest Invisibility Magic Figures that cultivators at the Blood Refining stage made could only make people invisible, but if cultivators at the Blood Dissolving stage were here, they could find Lu Ping in an instant. Even skillful cultivators at the Blood Refining stage could find Lu Ping's trail through the traces.After a while, the figures of two cultivators came through the shelter of rocks and trees. They were hiding carefully, and their speed was extremely high. In the blink of an eye, they came to the woods where Lu Ping was.They stopped. One of them was the sturdy cultivator Lu Ping had just met in the market. The other was as skinny as a bamboo pole.The skin
Lu Ping looked at the skinny and tall cultivator who had been smashed into a mess of mud and was vomiting blood profusely, picking up the storage bag from him. He buried the skinny and tall cultivator in the fifteen-centimeters-deep pit that was smashed by his seal with an earth magic method. Then he picked up the sturdy cultivator's storage bag and burned his corpse out with a fireball.Lu Ping took out a jade bottle from the storage bag, poured a wound healing elixir out, and swallowed it. His almost exhausted magic power quickly recovered.He looked around. The woods were quiet in the evening, and then he ran to their academy without looking back.After Lu Ping disappeared in the woods, two people appeared in the sky. They suspended in the air, which was showing that they were at the Blood Dissolving stage. The two of them looked at the messy site, smiled at each other, turned around, and flew to the mountain gate of True Spirit Sect.
After Lu Ping came out of Immortal Senior Liu's place, he went to the Alchemy House to exchange more than a dozen spiritual herbs for contribution values, and then went to the Qi Refining Pavilion to hand in the ores and raw materials from supernatural beasts. Then his contribution values reached forty, and he could get a medium-level magic weapon after he got another ten contribution values.He thought of the third-level disciple he met in the market. It took that disciple a year to get fifty contribution values, and he even exchanged the spiritual stones he got from selling his magic weapon for those contribution values. However, Lu Ping got almost fifty contribution values in just a day.He suddenly remembered a saying, "A horse doesn't get fat without extra feed, and a man doesn't get rich without a windfall"!In the twinkling of an eye, half a year had passed, and the time for travel finally came.In the past six months