Female supporting role: I have a leverage system

The next day, Wen Yin followed the Xue family's team to draw lots. Xuanyuan Sect and the five major family alliances each had ten monks, a total of twenty people, and the Xue family only had two places.

The Xue family sent Wen Yin and Xue Zhisheng.

Unfortunately, Xue Zhisheng was the first to draw Luo Guangji.

Xue Zhisheng is a grandson of the Xue family leader. The family leader hesitated to persuade him: "How about you give up after a few tricks on stage?"

Xue Zhisheng clenched his fists and lowered his eyes. Wen Yin glanced at him and knew that he would not give up easily.

Sure enough, he said in a deep voice: "Grandpa, even if I lose miserably, it is just a battle on my long journey of cultivation. If I become timid without fighting and surrender without fighting, then my Taoist heart will be destroyed. "

As soon as he said these words, no one tried to persuade him, but the Xue family members all had their heaviness written on their faces.

Wen Yin drew a Yuan Ying Dzogchen monk from Xuanyuan Sect named Zuo Xiangrong.

She didn't know much about it, but Li Chuan kindly reminded her: "This Zuo Xiangrong is a Jinlinggen monk. He is very good at using weapons and has endless methods. He is nicknamed Duobao Daojun."

Wen Yin nodded and thanked her for the suggestion.

Since the draw was late, Wen Yin wouldn't be able to get her turn in a short time, so she sat on the Xue family's viewing platform to watch the battle between Xue Zhisheng and Luo Guangji.

Both of them were Nascent Soul Dzogchen, and Xue Zhisheng was the first to strike. Although the first move was not a big move and was only used for testing, Luo Guangji still caught it steadily, and he was able to move a thousand pounds in four or two with ease.

Seeing this, Wen Yin had a bad premonition, because she felt that Luo Guangji's three successful powers were not used, and the joking in his eyes seemed to be quenched by poison.

He didn't even take the initiative to attack, just let Xue Zhisheng strike, and then watched the opponent hit the cotton with all his strength.

This kind of fighting attitude is undoubtedly humiliating to the monks. Xue Zhisheng is not stupid and knows that the other party is fooling him and oppressing his mentality. However, this is a conspiracy. It is easy to fall into the other party's tricks under high pressure.

Things are changing rapidly on the battlefield, and the realm of Yuanying Dzogchen has reached the realm of divine movements. As long as the spiritual consciousness is unclear, it will affect the move.

Xue Zhisheng used the Xue family's secret method, the Heavenly Eye Technique, a very powerful spiritual power. The monks of the Xue family have to cultivate the third eye since they were young.

But obviously, this is a bad move, and his consciousness cannot be more powerful than Luo Guangji.

Moreover, if the spiritual consciousness is exposed outside, it is more likely to be seriously injured. The physical body can be healed, but the spiritual consciousness is difficult. If the foundation is injured, it is possible to stop the journey to immortality.

As expected by Wen Yin, Luo Guangji raised his eyebrows, and his two pupils turned into yin and yang eyes, one black and one white. The left eye was like a pool of ink, and the right eye showed a chaotic silver gray. Looking from a distance, it seemed that only the whites of the eyes were left. .

Suddenly, two beams of light, black and white, burst out from his eyes and merged into a chaotic sword in the air, piercing Xue Zhisheng's third eye like lightning.

The speed is difficult to capture with the naked eye. Wen Yin has to open the eyes of the formation to see clearly. In the eyes of monks below the Nascent Soul stage, it is Xue Zhisheng who released the spiritual attack. Then Luo Guangji's strange pupils flashed, and Xue Zhisheng's third eye She shed tears of blood and then screamed in pain.

Not only that, Luo Guangji also put his hands behind his back and casually kicked Xue Zhisheng in the face. There was no magic, just pure physical combat.

If both parties were exhausted, they could only fight hand to hand, but anyone could tell that Luo Guangji was deliberately slapping him in the face.

The nature is very bad and even violates the morality of monks to learn and fight.

The Xue family has already gone through a period of Mahayana, and Luo Guangji's lack of respect is simply enmity with the Xue family.

He had severely damaged Xue Zhisheng's consciousness. If he were to take advantage of the victory and pursue the attack, it wouldn't be too embarrassing for Xue Zhisheng to admit defeat, but he didn't do that. Instead, he stayed where he was, not attacking and just looking at Xue Zhisheng condescendingly.

It can be said that Luo Guangji is very good at taking advantage of Xue Zhisheng's psychology. He was stepped on. It is impossible for Xue Zhisheng to admit defeat when the opponent does not attack or even allows him to counterattack.

Xue Zhisheng got up with difficulty with his back bent, roared angrily, and stabbed Luo Guangji fiercely with the green dragon spear in his hand, the green dragon's roar shook all directions.

This dragon's chant also has a spiritual attack, even through the formation, it makes the monks below the gods present feel as if they heard the sound of midwinter drums and were shocked.

But Luo Guangji was not affected at all. He seemed to be bullying a young adult, angered a child, and then coldly mocked the child's embarrassment.

I saw that he actually bypassed the Qinglong phantom, held the head of Xue Zhisheng's gun with his bare hands, and then kicked Xue Zhisheng's lower abdomen.

Xue Zhisheng flew out, and the gun fell into Luo Guangji's hand.

It was a great shame and humiliation for him to have his life treasure taken away from him.

Luo Guangji did not continue to attack, but lightly threw the gun in his hand. The sharp gun tip was inserted neatly into Xue Zhisheng's face, missing Xue Zhisheng's head by just a hair.

Humiliation, naked humiliation.

Xue Zhisheng felt that even if his head was hit at this moment, he would not be in such pain.

Luo Guangji especially felt that it was not enough, and said softly: "Fellow Daoist Xue, I'm sorry just now, I gave you back your magic weapon. If you have any other tricks of your Xue family, just use them. Don't hide them. I think of the strength of your Xue family." Is it more than that?”

Many monks in the Xue family had closed their eyes and couldn't bear to watch anymore. If he said this, Xue Zhisheng would definitely not give up easily.

Luo Guangji's kick just now used his yin and yang combination technique. Xue Zhisheng only felt two merging and repelling forces raging inside his body. Sometimes it was like being burned by the scorching sun, and sometimes like falling into an ice cave.

The feeling of ice and fire made him unable to straighten up, but he still stubbornly tried his best to rush towards Luo Guangji, like an enraged beast.

But it's a pity that he was kicked away by Luo Guangji again. After repeating this process for an unknown number of times, Xue Zhisheng's mind and body were severely damaged. Even if he had the treasures of heaven and earth to support him, he would probably have to cultivate for a long time, let alone be damaged. The heart of Taoism.

The monks compete with the sky and race against time. If they fall behind for a moment, they are likely to lag behind the top monks of the same age permanently.

Xue Zhisheng finally gave in when he was dying.

At that time, all the games in the first round were over, and everyone was watching him being abused one-sidedly.

"I surrender." He said these three words with great determination.

The moment he gave up, he looked at Luo Guangji with a smile, and Wen Yin suddenly felt that he was no longer embarrassed.

He persisted until the last moment for his Taoist heart. He did not give in because of fear. He was exhausted and powerless. This was no different from other defeats in his life.

Even though he was so seriously injured on the stage, he still gritted his teeth and used the Xue family's skills to the fullest. Although his skills were not as good as others, he had proven the Xue family's way with his own life, and no one would be defeated because of him. I looked down upon him, but admired his character.

Xue Zhisheng's consciousness was blurred, but he took a sip and spat out the blood foam in his mouth.

"Luo Guangji, it's true that you can be so arrogant because of your strength, but don't forget that there are people out there, and God will punish those who are arrogant."

The ridicule in Luo Guangji's eyes seemed to have solidified into substance, and his thin lips opened slightly, as if he could reveal the snake's letter.

"God will punish me, but the weak will not live to see me being punished by heaven, so they can only fantasize before they die."

Xue Zhisheng snorted coldly and was helped down by the monks of the Xue family.

Since he left, all five games in the first round have been played, and Wen Yin is about to take the stage.

As the only monk from the Misty Continent among the contestants, her opponent Zuo Xiangrong obviously didn't take it seriously. Even though Wen Yin's reputation resounded throughout Kong Island, he still thought it was the Xue family's campaign.

"Fellow Taoist Luo, please invite me first." Zuo Xiangrong nodded and said proudly.

Wen Yin didn't say anything. The other party was not even worthy of being attacked by her. She directly stretched out her hand and struck out with the spirit sword in her hand.

The reincarnation sword intent penetrates the sky.

She has been practicing at the bottom of Songqing Valley in the past few days, and she has absorbed a lot of the ghost energy in the Huangquan water. The power of Taiyin has increased, and the power of this move has also increased.

Zuo Xiangrong's pupils shrank suddenly and he spread his arms horizontally. Golden feathers grew out of thin air on his arms, which instantly turned into a pair of wings. They looked like the wings of the great demon golden-winged roc.

As soon as his wings came out and had the power of forbidden air, the spread of her reincarnation sword intention was much slower.

Then he waved his wings, and the golden feathers on them were swung out like sharp blades, turning into Yang sword energy in the space, which offset Wen Yin's reincarnation sword intention.

Wen Yin could tell that the feathers on his body were spiritual weapons made from the feathers of the golden-winged roc.

After one move, the arrogance on Zuo Xiangrong's face disappeared. Because Wen Yin was only at the late stage of Nascent Soul, this move forced him to use a fifth-grade spiritual weapon.

"You have really subverted my view of mainland monks." Zuo Xiangrong said solemnly.

Wen Yin is really tired of hearing this. Why do these people keep firing map cannons? No matter how bad the mainland is, there are only five Mahayana periods. Am I better than every monk in the mainland? How could you have the nerve to say it?

Wen Yin nodded at him, "You are in line with my view of some island country nicknames. You have no vision, no humility, and no strength, but you still have the nerve to stand at the bottom of a well and rely on fantasy to look down on a place that is more vast than your territory. , if your eyes are blurred by the things about grain reincarnation, you must have some spiritual awareness, right?"

[Ding—The object of the argument is Nascent Soul Dzogchen, the value of the argument is +5000]

Zuo Xiangrong was stunned. He was actually praising Wen Yin's strength. What he said just now was just said casually. After all, the mainland gave them the stereotype of a barren land, and the overall strength of the monks was far inferior to them. Unexpectedly Hui hit Wen Yin's gun.

Of course he would not be happy if he was scolded as a small citizen of the island nation, a frog in a well, and so on.

And why should she scold him? What is her situation here? She was just a helpless outsider. He killed her on this stage. Will Fumen travel across the ocean to avenge her?

Or does she think the Xue family can protect her?

"Innocent." Zuo Xiangrong sneered.

"Tianshou." Wen Yin sneered.

[Ding—The object of the argument is Nascent Soul Dzogchen, the value of the argument is +5000]

There was killing intent in Zuo Xiangrong's eyes, and his figure disappeared from Wen Yin's eyes in an instant, leaving only a few black shadows in the space. His consciousness could not catch which shadow was him.

What a powerful body skill.

But for Wen Yin, it didn't happen. The combination of the Eye of Formation and Taixu's magical power could see through his true trajectory.

Wen Yin lowered his eyes and took out the soul-chasing thorn given by Jiang Sui. The white tiger spirit rushed out, attached to it with the soul-forcing magical power, and stabbed one of the phantoms.

Most of the spectators on the high platform frowned in confusion when they saw Wen Yin's behavior, but some also showed a slight smile.

A smile also appeared on Zuo Xiangrong's lips. As he moved, the sound of iron chains rubbing against the ground could be heard on the field. The clang was so harsh that the iron chains snaked like black on the ground. snake.

He is setting up a formation.

If her attack had not hit, and Zuo Xiangrong's initial sixth-grade formation had been successfully deployed, Wen Yin would have fallen into someone else's sixth-grade composite formation.

Even if she is also a sixth-grade formation mage and can break the formation in a few breaths at the fastest, she is still completely at a disadvantage.

So did she really see through his trajectory? Did this soul-chasing thorn hit Zuo Xiangrong and interrupt his formation?

All the monks who could not clearly see Zuo Xiangrong's clone technique held their breath, especially the Xue family monks.

Xue Zhisheng was injured so badly that even if Wenyin was not from Kongdao, they all hoped that she would win and severely damage the Xuanyuan Sect's spirit.

But in the blink of an eye, their hearts sank to the bottom.

Because Wen Yin's soul-chasing thorn only hit a phantom, and the counterattack hit the sixth-grade initial star chain array that had been formed and was just short of being completely solidified.

Once you fall into this formation, your limbs will be bound by iron chains. It will be extremely difficult to break the formation and you will definitely lose.

Zuo Xiangrong was only one step away from successfully setting up the formation. He was not afraid of being discovered by Wen Yin. He snorted arrogantly: "The monks have to pay for their own overestimation. You don't know how many people in your continent." The monks died in our little island country. Huh!"

He didn't even stop humming. An almost invisible spark behind him fell on him the moment he relaxed his vigilance.

In an instant, he spontaneously ignited without wind.

The heat seemed to burn the entire space.

The Suzaku Fire had the power to burn through all the wastelands. Even if he trained his body to be as hard as a god, it would still be burned to the point of melting. This was even when he was wearing robes and protective spiritual weapons.

But after being burned like this, the light of his robes and spiritual energy became much dimmed. If it continued to be burned, it would become useless in less than a moment.

He must have known this, and he groaned in pain, and the self-defense jade medal on his chest emitted streaks of golden light, blocking out the Suzaku Fire.

Wen Yin had no intention of confronting him with Suzaku Fire, so he immediately called him back.

Zuo Xiangrong gritted his teeth and used magic to peel off a layer of his own skin, because after the Suzaku fire burned, the meaning of the fire would remain in his body and continue to burn him.

Cruel enough, Wen Yin raised his eyebrows.

But Wen Yin liked to rub salt into his wounds.

Wen Yin took out the array pillar and threw it in all directions while being sarcastic.

"You idiot is like a stain on the world of immortality. You have such a strong sense of existence. How could I not notice it? I'm just teasing you. Who knew you were so trustworthy."

[Ding—The object of the argument is Nascent Soul Dzogchen, the value of the argument is +5000]

Zuo Xiangrong's whole body was in burning pain. He felt as if someone had whipped him with a whip dipped in pepper water. The pain made him stiff for a moment.

Kill her!

Zuo Xiangrong hated him so much. In the realm of Yuanying, no one on Kong Island could give him such embarrassment except Luo Guangji. Luo Guangji was fine, but this Luoying was not only from the mainland, but also a late-stage Yuanying.

How could he accept this?