Mortal Cultivation: Portable Space

"With this senior brother's strength, there will definitely be elders rushing to accept him as a disciple. It is indeed very enviable."

The disciples in the stands were talking a lot and looking at Wu Fan from time to time. The expressions in each person's eyes were different, including envy, jealousy, fear, admiration, etc...

There were a few other eyes filled with hatred. These people were none other than fellow disciples who had been defeated by him.

There were also some voices in the area of ​​elders in the foundation building stage at this time.

"Haha, Elder Huang, I have decided on this disciple with you."

"Hmph, then let's compete to see who will take this kid under his wing."

"I say you two should stop arguing now. If this kid enters the top three, then you two may not have a chance. He won't be able to choose his master by then. Besides, we don't know what kind of spiritual root and physique he has. You know, why are you anxious?"

Wu Fan felt a little uncomfortable feeling those gazes at this time. He had never been paid attention to by so many people before, and he felt a little embarrassed for a while.

Wu Fan spent this day just watching the game.

The next day...

Wu Fan arrived early. At this time, he was sitting cross-legged and quietly closing his eyes to rest. There were obviously many more monks who came to watch the battle today than the previous two days. Nothing else, just because today is the final competition. At this time, the only twenty-five people left are gearing up and waiting. Those who can advance to the top twenty-five are not weak, but these people all want to break through the waves and advance to the top ten!

Wu Fan is not worried at all about entering the top ten. Only he knows that he still has a trump card that he has not yet used.

Time passed quickly, and as the middle-aged elder said, "The game begins!" the remaining twenty-five people immediately swarmed to the ring. There will be a bye disciple in this round of the game. Whoever can draw it? If you get an empty sign, that's just luck.

Wu Fan walked up to the stage and took out a bamboo stick. After picking it up and looking at it, he was suddenly stunned. He couldn't believe it. Could it be such a coincidence? Then he turned the bamboo stick over and looked at it. The result was still the same. It was empty, with no writing at all. Only this time did Wu Fan believe that he had really been given a bye.

Wu Fan was still very happy. At least he saved a lot of mana. He really didn't expect that his luck would be so good today. He was so happy that he returned to the stage with the bamboo stick and prepared to watch the next game.

Time passed very quickly. Three hours later, there were only thirteen people left on the stage, including Wu Fan. Among these thirteen people, there were four female cultivators and nine male cultivators. Among the twelve Wu Fanguan, only three were very What concerned him was that each of these three men was a man in his twenties or eighties. He was as tall as Yushu Linfeng and was good at using a set of three flying swords. Wu Fan had been paying attention to him in the past few days. He was the same as Wu Fan. , every time he plays, he wins the competition in several rounds. This male cultivator's name is Chen Yi, he is a cultivator at the ninth level of Qi training. Wu Fan remembers that Bai Xiaowen mentioned this person before.

The second person is also a man. He is extremely tall and tall, and the magic weapon in his hand is a black sledgehammer. Wu Fan has observed him and found that he should be a body cultivator, and body cultivators are also a type of monks, but they But it focuses on cultivating the physical body, making it become indestructible like a defensive magic weapon. At the same time, the strength is also amazing. When fighting with the physical cultivator, you must not let it get close, otherwise it will definitely be very troublesome. This man's name is Haoyu, who is also a peak monk at the ninth level of Qi Refining. Bai Xiaowen also mentioned him before.

The last person is Senior Sister Ling Wei. This Senior Sister Ling Wei attracted Wu Fan's attention not because she is beautiful, but because this Senior Sister is indeed a powerful monk. She is also a ninth-level peak monk. It seems that she can break through ten levels at any time. Judging from her appearance, she is only in her early twenties, which shows that Senior Sister Ling Wei's talent is absolutely incredible.

At this time, the middle-aged elder named Ruiyuan came forward. He glanced at the thirteen people in the field, and then said: "The following competition will be a round-based battle. The rules are as follows. Each person has one chance to challenge others. Opportunity, the selected monk cannot refuse to fight, and after the selected monk ends the game, others cannot challenge him until the beginning of the next round. Those who have lost three games in a row will be eliminated, and the ranking will be determined in the end. The selection order will still be determined by drawing lots.”

Elder Ruiyuan paused here, looked at the thirteen people again, and then said: "Let's start." After that, he walked back directly.

On the ring, the thirteen people drew bamboo sticks and then all retreated to the edge of the ring. The bamboo stick in Wu Fan's hand was number six.

I saw the male cultivator holding No. 1 bamboo stick walking to Taichung. He glanced around the crowd, and then pointed his finger at a woman. This woman was at the eighth level of Qi training. Her cultivation was indeed not high. She could walk So far, there is indeed an element of luck involved.

When the woman saw that she was the first one chosen, her pretty and fair face suddenly turned red with anger, and then she walked onto the stage with a sweet "hum". So the two people began to fight. The woman used two short guns, and the man used a long knife. The two people were of equal strength, and they were inseparable from each other. There was back and forth. , as time passed, the woman was finally defeated and lost the game. The man was also tired and panting, and hurried back to the edge of the ring, sat cross-legged on the ground, and began to restore his mana.

At this time, a woman holding bamboo stick No. 2 came up to the stage and directly chose the man who had just finished the competition. When the man saw that he was chosen, his face turned black with anger and he called him despicable. He is now The mana in her body was empty and she was not suitable to continue fighting at all. The woman took a fancy to this, so she hurriedly walked onto the stage, hoping to win the game quickly. The man had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk onto the stage. .

There was no suspense at all. The man was defeated after not holding on for more than a quarter of an hour, and then walked off the stage in despair. However, he could rest. According to the regulations, no one could challenge him in this round.

After five games, no one has come to challenge Wu Fan. This is not surprising. Anyone who has seen Wu Fan fight knows how strong he is, and no fool would dare to trouble him.

In the sixth game, Wu Fan came on stage and saw a man he pointed at casually. This man was at the ninth level of Qi refining and his cultivation was pretty good. Wu Fan had nothing to do. Those who were weaker were basically challenged by others. However, Wu Fan had watched him compete. In Wu Fan's eyes, his strength was only average, so he called him to the stage.

When the man saw that it was Wu Fan who challenged him, he was immediately shocked, and then showed a look of frustration. But he had no choice but to walk up to the stage helplessly. After he came on stage, the man simply said: : "Senior Brother Wu, I have watched your competition and know that I am not your opponent, so I admit defeat in this round."

After the man finished speaking, he bowed slightly to Wu Fan and then walked off the ring.

In fact, there is nothing wrong with him simply admitting defeat, because it is not a wise move to continue to compete even though he knows he is losing, and ultimately waste the mana in his body. It is also correct to save mana for the next round of competition.

After the man admitted defeat, Wu Fan was also startled, then shook his head and smiled and returned to the edge of the ring.