The villain is right beside me

Only a mentally ill person would study only one small spell. If you have the free time, why not learn other powerful spells?

Wind Blade Magic, Fire Snake Magic, Ice Rain Magic...Each of these basic spells is a little bit stronger than the Object Control Magic.

It is said that once the seal of the Fire Snake Technique is mastered, what can be summoned is not just a small fire snake, but a huge fire python with the power to burn mountains.

If you have the ability, practice the seals of all the spells of the four great skills of Piao Miao Sect!

There are four realms in the cultivation of various spells: entry, mastery, perfection, and perfection. Those who can control the seals are all in the realm of perfection. However, wasting time on practicing a small spell and persisting until perfection is really a waste of time.

Perhaps when you reach the Platform Building Stage, you will be able to easily master the basic spells to proficiency, but you won't be able to learn them to perfection because there is no need... unless you practice more spells used for attack.

One day passed like this, and tomorrow, the top ten will be selected from the remaining eighteen people.

Dark horses like Mu Qing, Lan Yue and Luo Tong really attracted attention. However, among these proud disciples of the sect, eight of them would inevitably fail to make the top ten.

The second day came quickly, and Mu Qing and other selected disciples gathered on the battle stage early. At this point, no one would have any chance of luck.

Several long rainbows were hanging over the terrace. Master Li coughed and said, "Originally, the eighteen of you should have competed for the rankings, but for the sake of fairness in the competition, we elders have decided that Junior Brother Si Minghai can directly enter the top ten and participate in the next round of ranking competitions. Everyone, do you have any opinions?"

Some people said in unison: "No."

It's not that they don't dare to make suggestions, but mainly because Si Minghai is too strong and no one wants to face him. Letting him enter the top ten directly, although there is one less competitor, it also takes away a spot.

At this time, someone suddenly discovered a loophole: "Master, how are we going to select the top ten out of our seventeen disciples?"

Chairman Li coughed helplessly and said, "So, when we draw lots later, there will be a blank lot. Whoever draws it will enter the top ten unconditionally. However, this top ten player must play the first qualifying match with Junior-Junior Brother Si Minghai."

what? !

Everyone was stunned. What was this? It was just a matter of luck.

That’s right, it’s a matter of luck.

In fact, luck is often called fluke. In the world of cultivating immortals, you cannot rely on fluke in anything, but often the cultivators who can succeed all have some luck.

Luck is something that cannot be predicted, but it seems to exist in the dark. There are naturally some "lucky stars" in the world of immortal cultivation, and they have great opportunities. However, luck has two sides. Sometimes your luck often makes others suffer. For example, now the top ten are determined by luck. No matter who gets it, the rest will definitely not accept it.

Si Minghai took the initiative to withdraw from the stage. Chairman Li glanced at the people below the stage and threw out seventeen balls of light. What lottery ticket you get from these balls of light depends entirely on luck.

Mu Qing was the first to set off.

No matter what you win, you have to rely on your own luck.

Suddenly, a flash of lightning appeared. The person who controlled the lightning spell was called Wenren Murong, who was also one of the seventeen people participating in the battle. He wanted to knock Mu Qing down.

Others also took action, some glared at each other, and some tried to grab other balls.

Mu Qing dodged. These light balls were meant to cover up the true identity of the jade sign. He didn't know what was inside. When he saw the light ball in front of him being taken by Wenren Murong, a hint of sarcasm appeared on his face.

Mu Qing found it quite exciting to see so many people fighting on the platform. He chose the right moment and saw a ball of light that no one was moving. He moved his body and exerted force with his legs. He was as fast as an arrow from a bow, and a roar was heard behind him.

The others were just attracted over. Mu Qing grabbed the ball of light and rolled away from the battlefield. Even if the others wanted to snatch it back, they were also stared at, so they had to pay attention to the ball of light in front of them.

Soon, everyone got the light ball in their hands. Chairmaster Li smiled with satisfaction and asked, "Who drew the blank jade stick?"

Everyone quickly opened the light ball to take a look, hoping that the person was themselves, and then some disappointed sighs were heard on the stage.

The other jade sticks were red and blue. Mu Qing opened them and looked at them. A strange look appeared on his face, and then he raised his hand.

"Disciple, I won." Mu Qing showed the white jade stick in his hand, which also attracted the attention of many outer disciples.

What!

The others thought angrily, why?

Each of them, a group of talented young men, has some luck, but when it comes to luck... this is really not something worth bragging about, but they still feel a surge of anger in their hearts.

"Humph! Junior Brother Mu Qing can go down and rest first. Those who drew number one, come up on stage."

Mu Qing, in full view of everyone, jumped off the stage and stood aside to watch the fight.

Some disciples couldn't help but feel envious and congratulated him. No matter whether he could get first place today, at least he was already in the top ten and could represent Piaomiao Sect to participate in the Golden Pool Conference.

In other words, he has taken a crucial step towards the stage-building stage. How can this not be envied?

"Great, Pastor Brother, I knew I was right about you." Han Sheng was the first to come up and congratulate him. "But your first opponent in the next round will be Senior Brother Si Minghai. It will be a round-robin match, which means you have to challenge 9 disciples in succession. The more winners you have, the higher your ranking will be. The top three will receive even more generous rewards."

Mu Qing doesn't care about any rewards, he just wants to be in the top ten. As for playing against Si Minghai... at worst he will just admit defeat.

The first battle was between Baixian and Luotong.

It’s really a narrow road between enemies.

The appearance of Luo Tong originally put some pressure on Bai Xian, but Bai Xian didn't seem to take him seriously.

Both of them were sword cultivators. As soon as they appeared on the stage, the sword intent was already rampant, and two bright sword lights had already collided.

On the terrace, Master Lian asked with great interest, "Junior Brother Gu, who do you think has a better chance of winning between the two of them?"

Gu Yuan, the head of the sword cultivation lineage, said: "It's hard to say now, but Bai Xian has already learned the secret method. I have never seen the red sword light displayed by Luo Tong, so I guess there must be another opportunity."

At this time, Gu Yuan's headmaster narrowed his eyes and said, "It's used."

Bai Xian bit his tongue and spurted out blood. He quickly made hand gestures with his hands, and immediately his whole body trembled. A beam of blood burst out from the top of his head!

As Bai Xian clasped his hands together, five sword energies instantly appeared outside his body. The sword energy and blood light melted together and condensed into five blood-colored sword dragons. Each of the blood-colored sword energies was half a zhang thick and more than ten zhang long, and burst out with a monstrous murderous aura.

"Wan Zang Sword Classic! He used a secret technique!" Many people recognized it immediately and exclaimed in surprise.

Mu Qing also stared at it intently. Could this be the Wanzang Sword Canon? One of the five secret techniques?

"Wan Zang Sword, Blood Sacrifice Sword!" Bai Xian used this desperate move to decide the winner immediately.

Unfortunately, he is not strong enough now and can only cultivate five sword energies. The real blood-sacrificing sword is a desperate skill. There was once a patriarch of Piaomiao Sect who actually sacrificed thousands of sword energies, with power that shook the sky and destroyed the city, and the murderous aura was like a demon.

Luo Tong was greatly shocked and finally revealed his trump card. He summoned a mid-grade magical flying sword. The flying sword was red in color, and it faintly revealed a hint of excellence.

Luo Tong bit his finger, and a trace of blood merged into the sword, as if his entire body and the flying sword had become one. He controlled the flying sword and turned it into a sword light that shot up into the sky, rushing straight towards Bai Xian.

"The secret method of uniting man and sword?"

"Crashed into it!"

Mu Qing looked at this scene, a hint of darkness flashed in his eyes.

This is not the unity of man and sword at all, but the sword controlling man. This is what Lao Wang told him.

This battle has turned into a life-and-death battle.

Everyone gasped. In the eyes of everyone, Luo Tong and the blood-colored sword energy suddenly collided with each other, and a deafening noise broke out.

“Puff…”

Bai Xian spurted out blood, laughed miserably, and was swept out.

Luo Tong was also seriously injured. His magic weapon was separated from him and his face was pale. Compared with Bai Xian, he was considered to be in good condition.

"Luo Tong actually won. What a dark horse."

"His secret technique can actually beat the Wan Zang Sword, one of the five great secret techniques!"

"It's just that Bai Xian's training is not yet complete. I hope this competition will not cause him to suffer from mental disorders."

Someone helped Bai Xian back, and Master Li announced the second competition.

Mo Wanji and Wenren Murong.

Wenren Murong took a deep breath. He knew that the other party was a proud son of Qilin. At this moment, a strong desire to fight gradually appeared in his eyes.

"Defeat this man at all costs!" Wenren Murong's eyes were filled with fighting spirit. He let out a low roar, and immediately his whole body was rumbling with thunder. Countless lightning bolts fell down, and with him as the center, the area of ​​ten feet in radius turned into a pool of thunder.

Mo Wanji's method was very ordinary. He made good defense and then sent out the magic weapon.

The battle went uneventfully, but what was unexpected was that in the end Wenren Murong ran out of spiritual power and was defeated.

The first ten battles ended quickly, and those who advanced, Zhang Yan, Yi Xuan, Lan Yue, Qu Shuhuan and Xiao Chenyu, were all disciples who had long been favored.

In the last match, a disciple named Jian Hao won.

The qualifying round will begin now. The one who can defeat nine disciples in a row will be the first.

The first game, Si Minghai and Mu Qing.

As soon as Mu Qing stepped onto the stage, he immediately bowed his hands in admission of defeat, which immediately caused contempt from many disciples.

You don't even dare to fight, you coward!

"You know nothing. I'm just conserving my strength."

Mu Qing hadn't even used up any of his energy when Master Li called him over and arranged for Luo Tong to compete with him.

Want to escape? There are no doors.

Mu Qing looked at him with a teasing gaze, then looked at Luo Tong who was on the field, and once again said he gave up.

"Mu Qing, are you still a cultivator? Don't you dare to fight me?" Luo Tong was extremely angry. This was clearly a joke! Could it be that he would have to admit defeat in every battle from now on?

Mu Qing began to show his thick skin at this time: "We are cultivators, seeking longevity and self-cultivation, why do we have to fight and kill?"

As for Mu Qing's almost rogue behavior, it was difficult for Master Li to reprimand him, because he did not violate any rules. He could go on the field, but there was no requirement for him to fight.

"How shameless! I didn't expect him to be this kind of person!"

"The guy who got into the top ten by luck and didn't participate in the battle should be disqualified!"

Amid the public outrage, Mu Qing still jumped off the stage with a swagger. This was not only a disregard for his opponent, but also a direct disregard for the elders.

Although Li Gongwei was angry, he couldn't show it, so he had to call another group to compete, Si Minghai and Jian Hao.

Jian Hao did not admit defeat and continued to fight with Si Minghai, but was quickly defeated.

Then, Li Gongwei called out Zhang Yan. Before he could say who his opponent was, Zhang Yan shouted, "Mu Qing! Come up here! I want to avenge my brother! Come up here!"

At this moment, all the disciples started shouting at Mu Qing, and some even threw rotten eggs at him.

Seeing that the public was angry, Li Gongwei wanted to say something, but unexpectedly Mu Qing said directly: "Oh, Master Li, this disciple suddenly has an understanding of the technique, and I have to go back to retreat immediately. I don't have to participate in the next battle. You can just put me at the end. Goodbye!"

I rub!

What the hell have you realized at this time?

Master Li was very upset, and so were many of his disciples.

Mu Qing was about to escape, when suddenly, a divine thought enveloped him. His whole body shook, and then he was pulled back to the stage by a force.

At the same time, a cold and somewhat familiar voice came to his ears.

"Fight for me. If you can't get into the top three, forget about going to the Golden Pool Conference. If you can get into the top three, I'll give you a great opportunity."