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Her luck was also quite good. During her competition, Hong Zeyu's individual competition happened to be held next door. The audience naturally focused their attention on the disciples of Taixu Palace and ignored her who did not show her true face.

Her opponent was a ninth-level Qi Refining cultivator from Mount Longhu. After they met each other, they began to fight with magic.

After five rounds of fighting, the woman in the black gauze hat easily resolved all of her opponent's moves. The opponent couldn't help but cry out in pain, feeling that the woman in the black gauze hat was just teasing a child and didn't use any real skills.

The woman in the black gauze hat seemed to have had enough fun. She thought about it and flicked her finger lightly. The disciples of Mount Longhu were easily knocked out by the water dragon bullet she cast, and the time was exactly half an incense stick.

Although the judges were puzzled, the moves used by both sides were similar, all Taoist skills and water magic. At first glance, there was actually not much difference between the two, but a closer look revealed the clues. Otherwise, it would be too trivial to decide the winner with a small water dragon bomb.

While the judges were still whispering over there, the woman in the black gauze hat jumped off the stage. Looking at her appearance, she seemed confident that there would not be a second round of individual competition.

"Yes, he is a good candidate, but he is too low-key." The Jindan judge from Wanjian Manor said meaningfully.

The other six judges from the seven major sects in the world of cultivation nodded in agreement, but they all had their own ulterior motives. They did not shy away from each other's presence and looked at each other with eager eyes. Only the Jindan cultivator from a small sect did not dare to say a word.

After all, good seedlings look down on small sects, so it is not their turn to recruit them.

As for Hong Zeyu from Taixu Palace on the other side, he had already been chosen by the Qingyun Sect of the cultivation world with great fanfare. Naturally, the other six major sects did not dare to compete with the Qingyun Sect for him openly, but it was hard to say in private. Until the moment he stepped into the gate of the Qingyun Sect of the cultivation world, no one could guarantee whether Hong Zeyu would make another choice.

The human world is different from the world of cultivation. Although spiritual energy is scarce in the human world, people with excellent talents often achieve something after entering the world of cultivation.

Although the world of cultivation has abundant spiritual energy, the qualifications of the cultivators are worrying, and most of them are ordinary people. Some big families even use various resources to accumulate so-called "cultivation geniuses", but in fact they are only superficial and cannot bear the burden inside.

Therefore, the seven major sects in the upper world attach great importance to the Immortal Sect Competition held in the human world. Almost every session, the judges will fight each other for the sake of grabbing high-quality resources.

The performance of Hong Zeyu, the chief disciple of Taixu Palace, was naturally very outstanding. Although the woman in the black gauze hat missed the first half, the two of them were playing fiercely in the second half and it was difficult to tell who was better.

Hong Zeyu has the strength of the middle stage of foundation building, and his opponent coincidentally is Meng Zirui from Longhu Mountain, who has fought with Qiao Wei before.

Meng Zirui had just been promoted to the middle stage of foundation building. He was able to fight Hong Zeyu, who was also in the middle stage of foundation building, on equal terms. Naturally, he was quite powerful.

"Senior Brother Jiang, in my opinion, neither of them is as strong as you." Luo Qing snuggled in Jiang Cheng's arms and said in a coquettish tone.

Jiang Cheng was very pleased with Luo Qing's words. He put one hand on Luo Qing's arm, gently hugged his beloved in his arms, and gently touched her nose with the other hand.

"They are just a bunch of guys who look strong on the outside but are weak on the inside. They are not worth mentioning. They are not even as good as a hair of my precious junior sister."

Luo Qing suddenly looked shy, then looked at Jiang Cheng's admirer with a smug look on her face, with a provocative look, and the air around her was full of gunpowder.

"What kind of love potion did the vixen Luo give to Senior Brother Jiang? He was so bewitched by her that he can't tell east from west, south from north. How hateful!" the female cultivators said with gritted teeth.

"It's just a matter of one willing to fight and the other willing to be beaten." The kind-hearted person reminded them but was met with cold stares.

The martial art that Hong Zeyu practiced was the "Taixu Sword Art". He held the long sword in his hand and swung it feintly. Suddenly, twelve identical long swords appeared and surrounded Meng Zirui's body. There was reality in the virtual and virtual in the real, and the virtual and real were unpredictable. For a moment, no one could tell the real from the fake, let alone Meng Zirui who was trapped.

Meng Zirui stared at the sword intently, and followed it for 128 circles in a row, but still could not tell the real one from the fake one.

Suddenly, a wonderful music came into my ears.

"All appearances are false, all phenomena are like dreams, illusions, bubbles, and shadows, like dew and lightning. You should view them in this way."

Meng Zirui suddenly became enlightened. He closed his eyes and stopped struggling with the twelve swords. Filled with gratitude, he silently thanked his senior for his guidance.

Seeing Meng Zirui stop, everyone looked at each other, thinking that he was going to give up resistance and admit defeat, and they couldn't help but sneer at him.

But in the blink of an eye, Meng Zirui flew over several long swords and stuck close to Hong Zeyu, constantly urging his magic power in his hands.

His gesture changed, and suddenly a cloud of yellow sand rose up all around, making it so gray that people could not see what was happening on the stage. The twelve shimmering swords were covered in the yellow sand, and there was no movement at all for a while.

There was a sigh from the audience.

"How could this be? Senior Brother Hong's Taixu illusion seems to have been broken." The disciple of Taixu Palace spoke in surprise.

"That move is actually the Taixu Illusion in the second half of the Taixu Sword Art. Most people really can't tell the real thing from the fake."

"In this case, wouldn't Senior Brother Meng from Longhu Mountain be more skilled?"

"Brother Hong has shown less than 30% of his strength. It is still unknown who will win."

……

The Jindan cultivators in the judges area were also watching with great interest. This was the level of martial arts that should be present in a competition among immortal sects.

"I'm afraid it will be difficult to tell the winner between the two for the time being. In the end it will all depend on who has more true energy." Master Zixuan, a Jindan cultivator from Qingyun Sect, said with a smile.

Aurora Master of Tianyin Temple, who was the mortal enemy of Qingyun Sect, disagreed and said lightly:

"Within half a cup of tea, Meng Zirui from Longhu Mountain is better."

"Brother Aurora's vision is as bad as ever."

"You're not much better."

The two Jindan Zhenren started arguing with each other, and neither could convince the other.

The other five real people present were immediately dizzy from the quarrel, and no one dared to stand up to stop the fight, for fear of bringing harm to others.

The five people's eyes met for a moment, and their train of thought were surprisingly consistent. Who on earth arranged for these two guys to sit together? Doesn't anyone know that Qingyun Sect and Tianyin Temple have always been at odds!

There's a lot of noise going on in the audience and a fierce fight going on on the stage. This is happening right now!

It happened so quickly that the ground on the stage cracked and formed a long and narrow fissure. It was the "Earth Yuan Jue" of Longhu Mountain!