Si Fangming didn't care about the two cultivators in front of him at all. Instead, he was preparing to leave more energy to this cultivator in the mid-stage Nascent Soul stage.

"Just be sure, don't be stubborn, anyway, we will definitely be in an exorcist team at that time."

Meng Yu patted Sifang Ming on the shoulder and said.

"Okay, then I'll go back to practice first."

"I'm about to break through to perfection." ⑧①ZW.????m

Si Fang Ming felt his body, as if after this battle, his cultivation level had improved a little.

He has to find a way to suppress it, otherwise he will be forced to withdraw from the competition if he breaks through.

Let’s talk about it when the finals are over, and there will be a legitimate reason to break through.

Thinking of this, Si Fangming left the living room and returned to his room.

Si Fangming practiced a secret technique, which is to compress his own spiritual power. For example, in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul stage, he can compress his spiritual power to the late stage of the Golden Pill stage.

This will not be found, so Si Fang Ming’s current cultivation level is at least the strength of the early stage of the fusion stage, and when attending the Cultivator Conference.

He specially learned this secret method before compressing his cultivation.

Although his spiritual power was compressed to the late stage of the Nascent Soul stage, his overall strength was in the fusion stage.

This is why he was able to win the game very simply.

The next day was their competition, and Meng Yu did not go with Si Fang Ming this time.

He knew Sifang Ming would definitely win, so he was not worried at all.

As soon as Sifang Ming appeared, some people were happy and some were worried. The three people who were going to compete with him today, and the two with low cultivation levels were sighing.

It was not easy for them to win yesterday. They thought they could continue to be so lucky, but they didn't expect that they were not only unlucky, but also unlucky.

This is the first one in their wind attributes... How did they meet him?

Coincidentally, these two people thought so in their hearts.

Even the two of them had already figured out what posture to surrender.

Only the cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul stage sat there closing his eyes and resting, looking very confident.

"No. 706 vs. No. 188. Both sides are invited to the competition stage."

After the host finished speaking, Sifang Ming took the lead.

Sifang Ming came on stage, and the man who looked particularly vulgar at No. 188 came on stage with a silly look.

Before the host could say the game began, the man said, "I admit defeat, I abstain."

After saying that, he ran away in panic.

"this…"

Si Fangming stayed there directly.

Can anyone tell him what the situation is now?

It's like, he took off his pants, would you tell him something is wrong?

Do you think this is reasonable?

You must be having a fuss with him, right?

"Ahem...No. 188 abstained, No. 706 won."

The host said in embarrassment.

He can guarantee that this is the fastest player he has admitted defeat since he presided over the cultivator conference for so many years.

And he ran faster than he gave in.

This guy is crazy, this is Sifang Ming's leave from that No. 188.

No. 188 is the early stage of the Nascent Soul, and there is also a Golden Elixir Stage. Seeing that the Nascent Soul Stage surrendered, he surrendered faster.

Anyway, in the end, Si Fangming won two games without fighting.

Sifang Ming said he was speechless. Isn’t it okay if he is so humble?

How can you look at yourself like a monster? What a gentle cultivator he is, he doesn't even kill anyone.

Alas, it really made him feel so uncomfortable.

After winning these two games without fighting, Sifang Ming began to wait for his last game.

You can't admit defeat in this last game, that's too boring.

How about letting go of water by yourself? Sifang Ming was dispelled as soon as he had this idea.

“No. 706 vs. No. 500.”

I don’t know how long it took, but the host’s voice rang out. Sifangming, who was sleeping so hard that he was almost drooling, heard someone calling his number.

I opened my eyes and looked around and found that everyone was looking at me. Then a man was already standing on the stage.

"No. 706, it's time for you to compete."

The host looked at Sifang Ming's confused look and said it again.

Si Fangming then slowly came to the stage.

"Sorry, it's too boring, I fell asleep."

Sifang Ming bowed to No. 500 and said a little apologetically.

"It's okay, let's start."

No. 500 shook his head and said.

Sifang Ming nodded, and then the host said after he started.

No. 500 summoned his own spirit beast, which was a tiger.

"Don't you summon the spirit beast?"

No. 500 said to Si Fangming, who was still empty beside him.

"I didn't sign a contract with a spirit beast."

Si Fang Ming shook his head, why did he ask him to find spirit beasts? Is there any spirit beast to be discriminated against?

Then it was too difficult for him to be discriminated against by the divine beasts at home, and he would be discriminated against here.

"Ahem..."

No. 500 was a little surprised, and then a hint of panic finally appeared in his eyes.

He always felt that Si Fang Ming had upgraded to such cultivation by relying on spiritual beasts, but he didn't expect that he was narrow-minded.

In this way, it should be more difficult for him to win.

But it’s not that there is no hope of winning. After all, he still has a partner, and he is only one.

When No. 500 thought about it, his eyes became firmer.

Si Fangming looked at the person opposite, his eyes changed back and forth, and finally became firm.

Interesting! This person probably thinks he will win.

Sifang Ming still sighed, this uncle was still too young.

I still have to practice here.

"Blade of Wind."

Sifang Ming still used the Wind Blade, and it was directly 80% of his skill.

"White Tiger!"

"roar!"

The spirit beast, the white tiger, had a unique move, and it roared at the flying wind blade.

The roar formed a protective cover, wrapping No. 500 and the White Tiger inside.

"Ha, interesting."

Sifang Ming snorted lightly, then increased his spiritual energy.

"Bang!"

After only half of his success, he flew out with one person and one tiger.

"puff!"

No. 500 vomited a mouthful of blood, and the white tiger returned to No. 500's body.

"It's the Blade of Wind again!"

An audience member suddenly spoke out.

"Damn it! This number 706 is really something! I hope you don't encounter him in the next game!"
To be continued...