I am a support player in the cultivation world

Lin Fuping looked at his possible opponents present and seemed to be thinking about something.

"It seems that we need to prepare more."

Lin Fuping turned and left, and someone behind her was watching her leaving, wondering what he was thinking.

...

Three days later, the Qi training competition was over.

After receiving the notice, Lin Fuping immediately packed his things and went down the mountain.

After drawing your arena and match, just wait patiently for your turn to go on stage.

By the way, take a look at other foundation-building battles. When I was on the peak, I was fighting either the eldest sister or the second brother. Although everyone's sword moves have their own strengths, more than a year is enough for Lin Fuping to understand Bai Banxia and Qin Ju's moves thoroughly.

This is also because there is no barrier between the brothers and sisters, so there is no defense.

As for those hidden tricks, they are not used when brothers and sisters are sparring. And the fewer people who know about the tricks, the better.

So now Lin Fuping is very interested in the battles between cultivators in the foundation-building stage. After all, it is better to watch a real battle than to practice it a hundred times in your mind. It is better to fight in real life than to watch a hundred battles in real life.

"Brother Shen Yue's flat stabbing move is brilliant, swift as the wind, fast, accurate and ruthless."

"Senior Sister Liu Yun's Iron Bridge is pretty good. It's flexible and powerful. Look, Senior Sister Liu Yun cut Senior Brother Shen Yue's wrist with her sword. That's bad."

The disciples on the side watched the duel on the stage and discussed it. Lin Fuping was also among them.

After watching the man and woman on the field exchange dozens of moves, as time went on, Shen Yue became more and more impatient. He used all his strength and stabbed forward with all his might.

But Liu Yun dodged it with a simple move, and when Shen Yue flew past, she exerted force with her legs, twisted her waist, and slashed the sword towards Shen Yue's wrist.

Shen Yue was just at the stage where his old strength had just gone and his new strength had not yet been generated. He had no time to change his body shape to block it. He could only watch helplessly as the sword energy passed through his wrist.

"what"

Snapped

Shen Yue's wrist was injured and he couldn't hold the hilt of the sword. He knelt on one knee and held his injured wrist tightly with his other hand.

Liu Yun, on the other side, saw that she had succeeded and pursued after the victory. She did not consider whether Shen Yue still had the strength to fight again. She used the move of Lonely Wild Goose Falling directly towards the kneeling Shen Yue.

After all, Shen Yue did not step down nor admit defeat, nor did he fall into a coma and lose the strength to fight again.

Seeing that the sword move was about to take Shen Yue's life, Shen Yue finally shouted unwillingly:

"I surrender."

A stream of spiritual energy passed by and dispersed Liu Yun's sword energy.

"Gui Zhuque, the winner is Liu Yun."

A shout was heard, announcing the end of the competition.

Lin Fuping looked at the two people on the stage and felt only the cruelty of the world of cultivation, and the same was true of the struggles between cultivators.

Shen Yue was reluctant to surrender after being injured, so he probably had other plans. If Liu Yun had underestimated the enemy, this battle would not have ended so quickly.

Liu Yunyue's sincerity was as firm as a rock. She used her ultimate move as soon as she saw the result without any hesitation. It was as if the person in front of her was not her fellow disciples, but her enemy.

Lin Fuping watched the battles silently, and his character was slowly changing.

The Foundation Establishment stage competition was much more brutal than the Qi Condensation stage competition. A spot in the Qinghui Secret Realm was enough for these Foundation Establishment stage cultivators to fight to the death.

Lin Fuping also saw some who wanted to play dirty tricks after losing, but were beaten to death by the elders and regretted it. Some who sat on the ground and cried loudly after losing, and were dragged away by other disciples. Some who were happy after winning the game.

There are more cries than laughs. After all, since ancient times, there have been more losses than wins.

"The only way is to become stronger."

The scenes one after another continued to impact Lin Fuping's mind and strengthened her faith.

"Xuanwu Jia, Lin Fuping and Zhou Tian come on stage."

Finally, it's my turn to play.

At the same time, a spiritual consciousness on the stage also fell into the arena vaguely.

Lin Fuping took a deep breath, raised his sword, and landed on the stage. Opposite him was a middle-aged man wearing the uniform of a Sword Sect outer disciple.

Although Zhou Tian was confused when he heard that his opponent was "Lin Fuping", after all, there was no such person as Lin Fuping in the intelligence he had collected, he flew onto the stage without thinking too much.

When he saw that there was only a little boy on the other side, he was even more surprised. When he sensed that the boy's cultivation level was at the middle stage of foundation building, his heart was even more complicated.

After the two men greeted each other, the referee shouted "start".

Both of them attacked each other, the swords shone brightly, and the crisp sound of sword strikes continued. In just a few breaths, they had exchanged more than ten moves.

Zhou Tian looked at Lin Fuping who was fighting against him, and made some calculations in his mind.

"Lin Fuping is already in the foundation-building stage at such a young age. He must be an inner sect disciple. Although these disciples are talented, they do not have any experience. In that case..."

After another exchange of blows, Zhou Tian leaped backwards, and Lin Fuping hurriedly followed.

When Zhou Tian saw Lin Fuping following him again, he was secretly delighted and couldn't help but think of

"Even if you are my direct disciple, so what? You are still being manipulated by me. In the final analysis, you are just lucky and talented. You are just an idiot who only knows how to practice."

Zhou Tian pretended to be defeated and retreated repeatedly, while Lin Fuping acted like a child who was about to win and made a rash move, pressing forward step by step.

As Zhou Tian retreated again, the two of them had unknowingly reached the edge of the ring.

Zhou Tian looked at Lin Fuping who was about to come in front of him with panic in his eyes, but his eyes turned to ridicule after Lin Fuping stabbed with all his strength.

So Lin Fuping saw Zhou Tian, ​​who was exhausted just now, and flashed away from the spot and appeared on the side. At this time, Lin Fuping had not yet exhausted all his strength, and the force was about to take Lin Fuping off the ring. Zhou Tian on the side had to add another force to this.

Lin Fuping touched the ground with his right toe, and while maintaining the forward-rushing posture, he turned his body to avoid Zhou Tian's push. He also used this force to jump up, his speed increased sharply, and used a move called Falling Star Rain to block Zhou Tian's vision and consciousness.

It was the passive skill - Chang Ge Xing, which accelerated the recovery of blood when injured. Combined with the Falling Star Sword Technique taught by Bai Hanshi - Falling Star Rain, a sword was released, and thousands of lights flashed. It was as brilliant as a meteor, which could disrupt the spiritual exploration in the sword moves. It was considered a rare evasive move in the sword moves.

Lin Fuping took advantage of the acceleration and the shield of the falling star rain to slide towards Zhou Tian who had already let down his guard.

Zhou Tian had already had a good chance of winning, but he didn't expect that Lin Fuping, who had been acting recklessly all along, was actually a pig in disguise.

Zhou Tian was at a loss when the falling star rain hit him. He was trying to prevent the sword move from causing any damage, but he found that it did not cause any damage. When he was wondering, he felt a sword wind coming from behind him. Zhou Tian turned around and hit back with all his strength. The attack missed, but a chill appeared on his neck.

"Don't move, or you'll die."

Lin Fuping's voice rang out, and the sword had already cut through the surface, revealing blood.

When Lin Fuping found out that Zhou Tian still had a lot of strength left, he knew that he couldn't defeat him with one move.

So he took advantage of Zhou Tian's confusion and deliberately revealed a trace of sword energy behind him. After he made a move, he took advantage of Chang Ge Xing's final acceleration, moved himself next to him, and put the sword on his neck.

Zhou Tian's life gate was threatened, and he dared not make any rash moves. Lin Fuping's performance had made Zhou Tian regard her as a real opponent, not a child who didn't know the world.

Moreover, Zhou Tian could already feel the bleeding in his neck, so he didn't dare to bet on Lin Fuping's weak character.

After all, if he acted rashly, he would probably be the one who lost his life. As Lin Fuping was a direct disciple, and he was on the stage, he had been warned beforehand. Naturally, he would not be punished.

"Okay, okay. I won't move, and you don't move either."

As Zhou Tian spoke, the vibration of his throat caused the wound to grow bigger and bigger.

Zhou Tian couldn't help but cry out in pain.

When Lin Fuping saw this, his heart sank. He exerted force with his hands, and the sword was closer to his neck than before.

"Admit defeat"

Lin Fuping said coldly

Seeing this situation, Zhou Tian knew that his last bet was gone.

Lin Fuping looks like a child, but his character is steadfast.

So helplessly said:

"I surrender."

The three words fell. The referee then announced

"The winner is Lin Fuping."

Only then did Lin Fuping put down his sword.

He stepped down from the stage quietly and walked away amidst everyone's stares.