The Path to Immortality

Seeing Miao Youfang win so easily, the outer disciples watching nearby suddenly cheered loudly.

Many of them were full of admiration and yearning, wishing that one day they could also be so prominent in front of everyone!

As for Ji Hongling, who was not far away, it was not her turn yet, so she watched Miao Youfang's fight under the ring accompanied by several female disciples in the middle stage of Qi training.

Unfortunately, the result disappointed her.

The opponent was too weak to make Miao Youfang really serious, and he didn't see any trump cards.

"You are worthy of being one of the three heroes of the outer sect."

On the other hand, after watching this short battle, Fang Ping had a deeper understanding of the strength of the late stage of Qi training cultivators, and clarified the gap between himself and the best outer disciples.

But it doesn't matter, doesn't this just show that there is still a lot of room for improvement!

Fang Ping will not be discouraged by the temporary lag in realm. After all, he has practiced for at least fifteen years more than him, or even longer, so it is normal that his strength is temporarily inferior to others.

He firmly believed that with the help of Yuan Ding, sooner or later, he would be able to catch up with and surpass Miao Youfang and others.

………

The first day of the competition was probably due to the mixed crowd, and there were frequent battles with great disparity in strength.

The overall progress of the competition was also much faster than expected.

By the afternoon of that day, Fang Ping had finished the third round of the Hong group and easily won 3-0.

In the second round, which was the easiest, he even met a cultivator of the third level of Qi training, and he didn't know how the other party got through the first round.

Zhou Yang, who had a good relationship with Fang Ping, was still at the third level of Qi training. After defeating his opponent with difficulty in the first game, he met a cultivator of the middle stage of Qi training in the second game.

After only fighting for more than ten moves, he was easily defeated by that senior brother and lost regretfully.

Fortunately, Zhou Yang had a clear understanding of his own strength, and from the beginning he didn't think he could enter the top 50 of the vice list.

Without expectations, there would be no disappointment.

He took the initiative to sign up, just to join in the fun. Besides, he won a round anyway, which was much better than those unlucky guys who were eliminated in the first round.

Because of this, he quickly adjusted his mentality after the defeat, found Fang Ping, and said excitedly that he would cheer for Fang Ping in the subsequent games.

………

The second day of the competition.

After the elimination on the first day, more than 80% of the weak or unlucky ones among the thousands of outer disciples have been eliminated one after another.

The remaining disciples are basically good players with some strength.

Even if there are still some who slip through the net, it is difficult to continue to move forward by luck.

"The fourth round of the vice list, the Hong group."

"Ring number nine!"

"Number 42, disciple Sun Sixiang; number 17, disciple Fang Ping, go on stage to compete!"

After being named by the foundation-building uncle, Fang Ping and the monk surnamed Sun jumped onto the ring one after another.

After yesterday's battle, all the relevant information and magic weapons of those who have some strength to advance have been summarized by those who are interested, compiled into a book overnight, and sold to other participating disciples.

Although Fang Ping did not intend to compete for a ranking, this kind of intelligence information that almost covers all the best players of the outer sect disciples was still difficult to obtain in the past.

Now, you can buy it openly for only one spirit stone, so naturally you have to collect a copy.

If they meet in the future, even if the strength of the person will keep changing, at least it can be used as a reference.

Sun Sixiang, who was matched with Fang Ping, had some ideas about the ranking of the vice list, and also spent spirit stones to buy a copy.

Before going on stage, he specifically studied Fang Ping's information.

Knowing that this person has at least two magic weapons, one for attack and one for defense, and the Taoist robe on his body is suspected to be not ordinary, and his strength is among the best in the fourth level of Qi training.

"It seems that my good luck has been used up yesterday... But fortunately, I prepared a trump card!"

Thinking of the trump card, Sun Sixiang felt a lot more confident.

Before he went on stage, he even bet ten spirit stones on the odds, betting that he could win!

"Let's start!"

At this time, seeing that the two were ready, the foundation-building cultivator announced the start of the competition.

Sun Sixiang was also at the fourth level of Qi training, but in order to create an arrogant look to deceive Fang Ping, he did not attack first, and intended to let Fang Ping take a move.

Seeing this, Fang Ping was not polite, summoned the Tianyang Sword, and flew towards the opponent.

"Come on!"

Sun Sixiang immediately showed his magic weapon, and the sword light whistled.

The two inferior magic swords entangled with each other, and the attack was extremely fierce, and it was difficult to tell the winner for a while.

Seeing that it seemed difficult to suppress Fang Ping with just one magic weapon, Sun Sixiang continued to control the magic sword while distracting himself to pinch the magic formula, summoning a vine full of thorns, and entangled Fang Ping.

This wood magic is still a bit hot.

"Sure enough, those who can enter the second day of the competition are basically not weak."

If it were someone else, there might not be a good way to deal with these vines that are harder than iron, and they could only rely on the magic weapon to resist.

But Fang Ping's scorching sun true fire is quite restrained by this wood magic.

A light golden fire fell on the vines, easily burning them to ashes.

Then, more scorching sun fire roared out and bombarded Sun Sixiang.

Seeing this, Sun Sixiang's face changed slightly.

It was a bit of acting, but it was not entirely a disguise. He really felt the pressure.

He immediately used the light footwork [Dragon Step] and flashed on the ring, trying to avoid Fang Ping's spell.

However, in order to refine the Condensation Pill, Fang Ping's control over the Fiery Sun True Fire can be described as subtle. Even the True Fire that has been used can be adjusted within a limited range, giving it a certain tracking ability.

I saw a group of hot True Fires crossing the arc. Even though he was dodged several times by the Dragon Step, he was still engulfed by the remaining True Fire.

"Boom!"

After the continuous flames, the protective magic shield on Sun Sixiang's body shook violently.

Although he managed to hold on in the end, Sun Sixiang's mana consumption was also very large, and his face was slightly pale.

"It's really a tough guy!"

Sun Sixiang sighed inwardly at his bad luck.

For this competition, he gave up the idea of ​​buying a self-defense magic weapon, and instead embezzled the spiritual stones to buy another magic weapon for himself, ready to rely on it to win unexpectedly.

In the first three rounds of the competition, he had been hiding this trick.

Before going on stage this time, he was even thinking about whether he would have a chance to hide it again.

But now it seems impossible.

Taking advantage of the gap between dodging, Sun Sixiang secretly released a needle-shaped magic weapon from the storage bag.

This needle is called [Yin Sha Flying Needle]. Although it is only a low-grade magic weapon, it is very secretive when activated and has strong penetrating power.

Caught off guard, even a cultivator at the fifth level of Qi training will be hit!

"Here!"

Pretending to release the vines again, he flicked his fingers, urged his magic power, and suddenly released the flying needle.

A dim silver light shot out.

At that moment, Sun Sixiang seemed to have seen the scene of his victory.

However...

This flying needle is indeed hard to defend against. When Fang Ping saw the flying needle from the corner of his eye, it was only a few steps away from him.

It is definitely too late to dodge, because the speed of a person is definitely not as fast as the speed of a flying needle.

But it is still in time to defend.

In a flash, his magic power was fully input into the magic weapon Liangyi Lingpei.