I'm afraid of pain, so I put all my defense into it.

The natal spiritual treasure can be said to be the standard of high-level cultivators.

Once the strength reaches the Jindan stage, you can start to condense it. It’s just that because ordinary cultivators have just entered the Jindan stage, the spiritual power in their bodies is not very strong, and it is a bit troublesome to cultivate it.

Therefore, most people choose to cultivate their natal spiritual treasures at the sixth level of the Jindan stage, but from Su Yunbing’s performance, it is obvious that he did not cultivate it at the sixth level of the Jindan stage. I’m afraid he started cultivating it as soon as he entered the Jindan stage.

This kind of courage is really strong.

Offstage, Ling Feng was a little lost. He was defeated in one move. The gap between him and his third senior brother was so big.

"Junior brother, relax. Victory and defeat are common in the military. Just practice diligently in the future and win back!"

Su Yunbing said carelessly.

"Yes, junior brother, you entered the door later than Lin Yin, and the temporary success or failure is nothing."

Ye Wushuang also comforted him.

Lin Yin walked down the stage slowly, silent, still half dead: "You are a little stronger than before, you are a big ant."

Hearing this, Ling Feng's eyes lit up, as if he was recognized, and he instantly recovered.

Li Xiaobai felt that Ling Feng was a little abnormal. The sisters' kind words did not make him better, but the humiliation of the third brother made him refreshed. Could he be a masochist?

"Thank you for your teachings, senior brother, I understand!"

Ling Feng returned to his cool look.

Feng Wuxie has been staring at the remaining frost on his hands, with an ugly expression. Although he could not see the scene in the field clearly just now, he could sense what was happening inside.

This Lin Yin's skill should be the cold air, the extremely strong cold air. Whether it is Lin Yin or Ling Feng, this cultivation is higher than his own.

Is Piaomiao Peak really so magical?

"The fourth match, Piaomiao Peak Yang Chen, against the true disciple Chen Ping!" The referee announced the continuation of the match.

"It's my turn."

Yang Chen was very excited and jumped onto the ring.

"Brother Yang!"

Chen Ping's eyes were a little evasive. Three years ago, he was beaten by Yang Chen on this ring. Now he couldn't see through the other party's cultivation. He was a little scared and didn't dare to fight with him.

"Brother Chen, don't be polite. Let's do it. Let me see if you have made some progress after three years!"

Yang Chen's attitude was extremely arrogant. He didn't take Chen Ping seriously at all. Chen Ping's face was a little embarrassed. He pulled out the long sword at his waist and stabbed Yang Chen.

"Spirit Snake Sword Technique!"

The body turned into a bright silver light, constantly wandering in the field, looking for flaws in Yang Chen.

Yang Chen didn't set up any protective measures at all. The whole person was open and stood in front of Chen Ping, as if deliberately provoking the other party to attack.

"Dancing like a horde of demons!"

Chen Ping's figure flashed, and the stage was covered with silver light. Dozens of afterimages appeared, dragging long swords and stabbing at Yang Chen from all directions.

The disciples below held their breath. Among the many clones, there was only one real body. If they recognized the wrong one, it would be a devastating blow.

They believed that if they were on the stage, they would definitely not be able to defend against this move and would definitely be defeated in an instant.

"It's been a long time since we last met. You're still using the same old tricks. Although you have more clones, what's the use of them?"

Yang Chen laughed.

The arm twisted strangely at an incredible angle, and it was easy to pinch the tip of the sword that was stabbing at the back of the neck from behind.

Two fingers exerted force lightly, and the long sword broke into pieces.

He turned around and slapped Chen Ping's chest with a palm. Chen Ping's mouth spurted blood and he fell to the ground, unconscious.

Defeating the true disciple with two moves and crushing the spirit sword with his flesh body, Yang Chen did these things as if they were doing it casually, easily, and the scene was extremely shocking.

Many disciples found that they had made a mistake. They had always thought that Piaomiao Peak had a backdoor and special treatment, so its disciples were much stronger than ordinary inner disciples.

But today, it was not the case at all. It was not because of the backdoor that they became stronger, but because their own strength was too strong, so the head of the sect allowed them to open a backdoor and set up a new mountain.

"Piaomiao Peak, Yang Chen wins!"

The referee carried Chen Ping away.

The fourth match was between Liu Jinshui and Feng Wuxie.

Feng Wuxie smiled politely and walked up to greet several people.

"Junior Brother Xiaobai, congratulations on your successful entry into the top ten and obtaining the qualification for further study. Don't slack off in your practice."

"Junior Brother Liu, please come in. I'm looking forward to fighting with the disciples of Piaomiao Peak."

Liu Jinshui's eyes rolled around, he sighed, and waved his hand.

"Referee, I admit defeat. We've already entered the top ten. What's the point of competing? Let's finish the fight as soon as possible!"

Fat Liu's words were shocking. Feng Wuxie was stunned, and the rest of the disciples were also stunned.

There is no need to continue competing after entering the top ten and obtaining the qualification for further study.Tried?

What kind of logic is this?

Where is your ambition?

In the distance, the elders were furious.

"What does this bastard think of the competition?"

"Is this competition a competition where he can fight whenever he wants?"

"Forget it, he has already admitted defeat. There is no rule in this competition that prohibits participating disciples from admitting defeat!"

"It's so infuriating..."

The head of the sect was helpless. Piaomiao Peak likes to make trouble, but he also saw that this fat man really has no fighting spirit.

He was probably able to participate in the competition just to win a place for further study. Once he got the place, he would not fight even if the king came.

It's really a typical case of not getting up early without profit!

The referee was stunned when he heard this: "Are you sure?"

"Sure!"

"Well, Liu Jinshui, a disciple of Piaomiao Peak, voluntarily admits defeat, and Feng Wuxie, a true disciple, wins!"

"Today's competition ends here, and the top three will be decided tomorrow!"

"Please reflect on your shortcomings after returning, and make up for them in time, so as not to let down this rare opportunity."

The head of the sect said a few words lightly, and left with the elders.

The disciples were also caught up in a heated discussion. What they saw and heard today was too shocking.

They are also disciples of Xianyu Sect, why are they so outstanding?

It was not until today that they knew that there was such a powerful disciple among their fellow disciples, which was really surprising.

Feng Wuxie came up to Li Xiaobai and said with a laugh: "Congratulations to all the brothers and sisters from Piaomiao Peak. We will all go to the Holy Demon Sect together in the future. Please support each other and help each other!"

"It should be, it should be. After entering the Holy Demon Sect, everyone should be as close as possible!"

Li Xiaobai also greeted him with a smile. He was different from his brothers and sisters.

He was a weak chicken who didn't need to practice, so he still needed to make friends. Moreover, Feng Wuxie gave him a good feeling, very much like the feeling of a little brother next door.

And it was thanks to him that he was able to sell so many pills before.

"Yes, you should walk around more when you have time."

Feng Wuxie meant something, but Li Xiaobai didn't hear it and was still smiling.

"Yes, yes, by the way, senior brother, do you like taking a bath?"