Time flies, dozens of days pass in a flash, and it is time for Dabi.

The Wolf Emperor Ice Spirit Sword Dong Lin has been completely refined, and the power is very satisfying, during which Dong Lin has also communicated with the little fat man a few times, and has a certain understanding of the matter of Dabi.

In addition to the top four who can have the opportunity to go to Yanjing, Dabi also has a lot of rewards, all of which are spirit stone pills, and the champion is a Xuan-level high-grade spirit weapon Qingguang fish scale shield. The second to fourth are also high-grade spirit weapons, but they are attack spirit weapons, and their value is much lower.

The rules of the big competition in the door are very simple, that is, each shows his magic to defeat the opponent, no matter what means are used, as long as he wins, of course, it is okay to hurt people, but not to hurt his life, after all, they are all the same door, and there are elders in the foundation building period and even the Ning Dan period watching the battle, and if there is a bad thing, he will also block it.

On the day of the competition, Dong Lin went to the main hall with the little fat man and others to get the number plate.

As soon as you enter the temple gate, it looks much cooler and quieter.

In the corridor behind the door, there were dozens of people participating in the big competition, whispering something in groups. Seeing Gu Donglin and their arrival, some people ignored it, and some looked over with some hostility.

Dong Lin and the others walked slowly along the way, and at this time, the participants in the corridor had basically arrived, Dong Lin glanced at it, and the people who could participate in the big competition were all cultivators in the Peiyuan period.

It can be said that most of them are yellow-clothed inner disciples, and there is only one person who is wearing a gray disciple uniform like himself, and he is still his acquaintance, Lao Cui.

As soon as Dong Lin's gaze arrived, Cui Yongyuan felt it, and in the face of Dong Lin's smile, he nodded it as a return gift, and continued to close his eyes and recuperate.

I didn't expect this Lao Cui's spiritual root to be bad, otherwise how could he be an ordinary disciple like himself, Dong Lin couldn't help but be more interested in Lao Cui, and find a chance to talk about it in the future.

"Looks like everyone is here. Let's start drawing lots right away! In a battle to decide the winner, only injuring people and not killing people are allowed, otherwise we will be disqualified from winning. An old man sitting across the crowd said very briefly.

The room full of Peiyuan period cultivators, as far as he alone is a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building, it seems that he is the deacon in charge of this matter.

The old man ignored the disciples who were crowded around, and took out a cyan jade cylinder, which contained dozens of jade sticks.

"Okay, if you want to challenge, you will draw one, there are red and black numbers in the jade stick, and the same number will be compared with each other first, and the winner will be eligible for the next round of competition. ”

Hearing this, most of the thirty people stared at the jade tube.

And the jade tube suddenly emitted a layer of blue light, covering the jade sticks inside.

The divine consciousness of those people was all excluded from the blue light, and some of them were even affected a little, and they couldn't help but shake their bodies a few times.

The other monks who did not use their divine sense to detect the jade cylinder showed a look of schadenfreude.

With Dong Lin's strong divine sense, it was naturally no problem to forcibly break the blue light, but he would not be stupid enough to do such an eye-catching thing.

So under looking at each other, Dong Lin and other cultivators took turns to go up one by one to draw jade lots.

After Dong Lin drew the jade lot, Dong Lin came over and took a slight look, it was a red eighteen, and it was actually the last one.

The little fat man and they have also finished drawing, but fortunately, they basically didn't match their own people.

After the draw was completed, the old man took Dong Lin and them directly to the specially set up martial arts platform in the apse.

It was a huge bluestone platform, there was a flash of inspiration on the table, it was estimated that it was blessed with a spell, and a circle of stone steps was arranged around the competition platform as a stand, the style was somewhat similar to the stadium on the Huaguo side, and it was already full of disciples who had not signed up at this time.

The four corners of the competition platform are arranged with special seats, on which sit a few old men who have cultivated for the role of the late stage of foundation building, thinking that they are the referee supervision of Dabi, and there is a special stand in the east direction with a prohibition, and you can vaguely see that there are people inside, but you can't recognize who it is.

Dong Lin looked at the kung fu, and the competition had begun.

"No. 1," the old man said coldly.

Suddenly, two inner disciples with the same jade sticks in their hands walked out.

"You go to the platform over there to compete, there is a formation there, and you are not afraid of the destruction of the spell. As long as you can get the other party's jade sign and hand it to me, you will win. I don't ask you what methods and means you use. Of course, you can't kill each other. The old man preached unceremoniously.

"Yes, senior!" the two men saluted the old man and walked towards the terrace looming behind the hall.

As a result, after a burst of white light lit up on the platform, the ban was raised, and the fight between the two began.

The battle in the Peiyuan period was still relatively simple, the side with profound skills and sharp magic weapons could easily win, and it didn't take long for the winner to be divided, one of them happily handed over the two jade signs to the old man, and the other walked out of the hall directly gloomily.

"No. 2," the old man shouted coldly.

Because the fighting methods of Pei Yuan are relatively simple, the victory and defeat are decided very quickly.

There was even a pair of cultivators who had just entered with their front feet and their back feet came out, and both the victors and losers were smiling and happy. This made Dong Lin look a little strange, it seems that these two have known each other for a long time, and it is estimated that they discussed it before going on stage.

Anyway, it was the last to appear, Dong Lin simply found a corner to sit down and practice, but he only paid attention to it when someone on his side was playing.

The first round was soon coming to an end, the little fat man passed the test smoothly, and the Zhao sisters were a little sad, and they met Wang Dahei and another master in the middle of Peiyuan, respectively, the strength of the magic weapon was not as good as that of people, and they were cleared out in three or two, but fortunately, the girls were reluctant to play heavy, and the two of them were safe.

After a fierce fight, the gloomy middle-aged man and the shy boy were successfully promoted.

In a flash, it was Dong Lin's turn to play, and when the old man read out the eighteenth, Dong Lin took the initiative to climb the stone platform.

After the white light flashed, a ban rose on the competition platform, and Dong Lin stood there very casually, waiting for the opponent to make a move.

"Your Excellency's cultivation is a whole level lower than mine. I don't think there is any need to fight anymore, Daoist friend just admit defeat! The province will miss the next moment and seriously injure Daoyou!" The middle-aged cultivator on the opposite side said to Dong Lin with a confident face.

Dong Lin looked at the "master" of the late Peiyuan period opposite, and saw that he hadn't even opened the shield like himself, and chuckled.

"What's so funny? I just have compassion in my heart and don't want to hurt people!" The person on the other side couldn't help but become angry when he saw Dong Lin's indifferent expression, and he became more and more assumed the identity of a "master".

"It's nothing! I just think that this competition seems to be easier than I imagined!" Dong Lin twisted his neck and said nonchalantly.

"What? You dare to look down on me like this!" The middle-aged cultivator's face turned red all of a sudden, and as soon as he raised his hand, there was a shiny thing in his hand, but before he could sacrifice the thing in his hand, he suddenly felt a figure in front of him, and then his eyes turned black, and he fell to the ground softly, and he didn't know what to do.

The other cultivators in the hall were stunned when they saw this.

The difference in cultivation between Dong Lin and his opponent is clear to them. But it was Dong Lin who won, and it was so easy and freehand, it was amazing.

But not all monks were surprised. Cui Yongyuan, who had been sitting upright in cultivation, showed a very strange look.

He glanced at Dong Lin meaningfully, although he didn't say anything, he seemed to know what Dong Lin had done.

"Luck! Luck!" Facing the surprised gazes around, Dong Lin smiled with a bit of self-deprecation, quietly put the two jade sticks in front of the old man, and put the fainted opponent on the ground, and the person returned to the winning cultivator.

The old man looked at the middle-aged cultivator who didn't know what to do at his feet, and couldn't help but shake his head, revealing a look that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.