Infinite true path

Near noon, Huan Yin and the three of them returned to the square where the martial arts competition was held on the fifth level. When they arrived, Xuanyuanzi and six other elders were already present.

The square was filled with people, several times more than during the morning trial. Among them were the eliminated disciples, and even more disciples of Yijian Peak. In the afternoon was the selection of the top sixteen, and they all wanted to know who would stand out among the newcomers this time. They all know that the strong ones in the newcomer martial arts will be the pillars of various sects in the future, and even many sect elders will come from them.

When the thirty-one people who were going to participate in the second round arrived, Xuanyuanzi glanced at the field and said loudly: "The second round of the newcomers' martial arts competition will be participated by the thirty-one disciples who passed the trial tower in the previous round. , among which thirty people compete in a one-on-one competition, the winner advances to the next round, and one person is selected by the fate formation to advance directly! "

"I don't know who will be lucky enough to get a bye." A disciple of Yijianfeng said.

"Haha, yes, senior brother, the higher the newcomer's martial arts ranking, the better the reward. If any of the weaker ones get a bye, then he is really lucky." A companion next to the man just now echoed.

"Senior Brother Liu, your luck has always been good, you will definitely get a bye." Huan Yin heard a fellow disciple next to him say to Liu Deshun.

After hearing this, Liu Deshun glanced at Huanyin intentionally or unintentionally, and then snorted: "With my strength, do I need a bye? Only some losers should pray for a bye. It's best not to meet me directly, otherwise , hum!”

"The thirty-one people participating in the second round, come to the front." Xuanyuanzi said again.

Huan Yin and other thirty-one people came out and stood in front. Xuanyuanzi waved his sleeves, and dozens of circular formations suddenly rose on the ground in front of them. Each formation was only three feet square, emitting bursts of soft light.

"Enter the fate formation." Xuanyuanzi shouted to the disciples.

The formation in front of Huan Yin and the others is called "Yuan". It can be transformed into different numbers of small formations as needed, and is used for drawing lots. The formation isolates all detection and manipulation from the outside world, so it is very fair.

Thirty-one disciples participating in the second round of martial arts competition each selected a formation and then stood on it. After a while, the light of the formations began to slowly converge, until finally, the light of thirty formations disappeared completely, and only one of the entire formations was still emitting light as before, which was particularly obvious.

Huan Yin stood on the platform and scratched his head in embarrassment when he saw the light all around him.

"It's the eldest brother, haha!" Wuyou was happy when he saw Huan Yin being selected by the fate formation.

"It's the disciple from the Wuliang Sect who came out last in the morning. He's so lucky. With his cultivation, if he hadn't had a bye, he would have been defeated this round!" said a disciple who was eliminated nearby.

"It's hard to say, this person is a bit weird. Although he is at the first level of Qi Condensation, he did pass the trial tower. You don't think he cheated and passed like those idiots from Wuliang Sect."

Xuanyuanzi glanced at Huan Yin in the formation and was a little speechless. This child had always been difficult for him to understand since the Fairy Fate Meeting. He was always different from others and always so conspicuous. In the end, he announced loudly: "Huan, a disciple of Wuliang Sect, received a bye and entered the top sixteen directly!"

Then, Xuanyuanzi pointed at an open space in the field, and fifteen fighting platforms more than a hundred feet square emerged from the ground. In front of the platform, there was a white plaque with two different names written on it. .

Xuanyuanzi glanced at these fighting stages, and then said: "Disciples who don't have a bye, find your own fighting stage and prepare for battle!"

Huan Yin had a bye and walked down to the crowd. The remaining thirty disciples walked to the fighting stage. When they saw the one with their own names, they jumped up and prepared to compete.

After all the disciples participating in the competition stood on the stage, a light curtain was created around the stage, covering the area where the stage was located. This light curtain can prevent the disciples' spells from hitting the outside during the competition and prevent accidents.

Opposite Wuyou stood a young woman from the Yinji Sect. The woman was dressed coquettishly and had a charming face. Seeing Wuyou standing opposite her, she bowed to Wuyou politely. She bent her waist, her posture was seductive, and she was even more charming. Wuyou, a child of about ten years old, had never seen this before, and his face instantly turned red.

"Charm!" Huan Yin secretly thought that something was wrong. He heard from the people next to him that the woman on the stage was only at the mid-level of the third level of Qi Condensation, and she was considered to be at the bottom among the thirty people. But Wuyou is still a child and has never experienced any hardships, so the charm technique plays into his hands. Moreover, the girl from the Yinji Sect is twenty-eight years old, and she is also beautiful. Even if her charm skills are poor, Wuyou may not be able to keep her mind pure.

Sure enough, Wuyou stared blankly at the woman opposite, as if she was stupid. After a while, he realized something was wrong with him and quickly lowered his head. How could he still have the slightest fighting spirit?

The female cultivator opposite saw Wuyou's foolish look and smiled charmingly: "Brother Wuyou, my name is Yun Shuiling. You have such a high cultivation level and are so handsome. I like you so much. My cultivation level is not as good as yours." , I can’t beat you, how about we stop fighting.”

"No, no more fighting?" Wuyou heard her words and subconsciously raised his head, only to see that the woman opposite actually lifted up her long skirt, exposing a pair of jade legs.

This time, Wuyou's eyes could no longer move away from Yun Shuiling's body, staring at him like a fool, his eyes full of flames.

"Haha, she is indeed a child. No matter how good her talent is, she still can't break free when she encounters such a situation. If that girl meets me, I don't know who will play with whom, hehe." A young disciple of Wuliang Sect looked at the fighting stage where Wuyou was with a gloating face.

"Haha, this child must have become stupid after practicing. With the cultivation level of the initial stage of the fifth level of Condensation, he was actually fascinated by such a low-quality charm." A disciple of Yijian Peak laughed.

At this time, even Zhou Yan on the cloud carpet was sweating for Wuyou. You know, Wuyou can be regarded as his junior brother in terms of seniority, and he is also the most valued disciple of the sect in this martial arts meeting. If he is defeated by the mean means of Yinji Sect, wouldn't it be a big joke? However, the disciples of the martial arts meeting can play as they please, but others cannot interfere at all. This is the rule. Zhou Yan wanted to help, but he was powerless.

"Do I look good?" Yun Shuiling deliberately pulled her long skirt again, with a charming face.

"Okay, okay..." Wuyou was already a little incoherent, with his lips slightly open and a silly look on his face.

"Come, come here, let me love you." When Yun Shuiling said this, Wuyou put on a silly smile on his face and moved towards Yun Shuiling step by step...

"Wow, first again, winning without fighting, Junior Brother Yue is really a dragon among men!" Suddenly, a disciple from Yijianfeng pointed at Yue Qingfeng's duel stage and exclaimed.

Huan Yin turned his head and saw that the light curtain of Yue Qingfeng's duel stage had dispersed. He was slowly walking down from the stage, and there was another disciple next to him, who was his opponent in the duel. Yue Qingfeng was calm and composed, and the disciple next to him was saying something to him with a flattering face. The two of them were clean, not to mention scars, even dust seemed to be unstained, how could it be like they had just fought?

Yue Qingfeng and the disciple next to him had indeed not fought. The disciple next to Yue Qingfeng was his fellow junior brother, and they often exchanged skills in the sect. The disciple knew that Yue Qingfeng was at the middle stage of the fifth level of Qi Condensation, and that he could not be his opponent. Yue Qingfeng was arrogant and never showed mercy to his fellow disciples, so he simply admitted that he was unlucky and gave up the fight, thinking that he was trying to please Yue Qingfeng.

Yue Qingfeng returned to the crowd with great satisfaction. He glanced at Huan Yin, one of the disciples of Wuliang Sect, and then enjoyed the praise of his fellow disciples of Yijian Peak.

Looking at Ye Wuyou again, he finally moved to Yun Shuiling like an idiot, staring at Yun Shuiling's legs with his eyes fixed, and saliva kept flowing from the corners of his mouth. Yun Shuiling stretched out one hand to gently lift Ye Wuyou's chin, and then stroked his face with the other hand. Ye Wuyou just stood there stupidly, letting Yun Shuiling do what he wanted.

"Humph, waste! Such a lowly method can also make him look like this, I really overestimated him." Yue Qingfeng was most concerned about Ye Wuyou. He felt that if he had an opponent among the disciples of the same class, then it would undoubtedly be Ye Wuyou. After he stepped down, he looked directly at Ye Wuyou's stage. Seeing his foolish look, he cursed him with contempt.

Finally, Yun Shuiling felt that it was almost done. She continued to caress Ye Wuyou's face with one hand, but raised the other hand high. The spells in her hand changed, and finally, a dark red little man sitting cross-legged in meditation gradually condensed in her palm.

"Blood puppet! This Yun Shuiling is really ruthless. With her cultivation, this is the strongest spell she can master now."

"It's no wonder. The opponent is much higher than her cultivation. If she is not careful, once the opponent wakes up from her charm, she will definitely be doomed."

Blood puppet is a low-level advanced spell of Yinji Sect. It uses spiritual power to transform blood puppets, insert them into the human body, and cause damage. There are many types of blood puppets. The higher the cultivation of the caster, the more powerful they are. Yun Shuiling used the lowest-level blood puppet in his hand, which was only purely offensive, but Ye Wuyou was only a Qi Condensation cultivator, and this technique was more than enough to deal with him who was defenseless.

Zhou Yan couldn't hold back. Ye Wuyou was the most favored disciple of the sect. If there was any mistake, he couldn't afford it.

"Brother Zhou, it's better not to care about the disciples' martial arts competition. This is the rule." Seeing that Zhou Yan seemed to want to make a move, the elder of Yinji Sect said something sinister.

Zhou Yan heard his words, looked at his fellow Taoists around him, and exhaled irritably. He knew that even if he took action, it would be useless. Even if his cultivation could break free from the obstruction of his fellow Taoists around him, what about Xuanyuanzi? With his cultivation, Xuanyuanzi wanted to trap him, and he couldn't even lift his feet.

Finally, the blood puppet in Yun Shuiling's palm was completely formed. A sinister smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she whispered to Ye Wuyou: "Brother Wuyou, sister is here." Then, she pressed the blood puppet towards Wuyou!