C154 Ming Temple and Ziming

Everyone has a short break in the afternoon, But the main thing was that the eight of them needed to rest. Because these eight people still had the final round of competition in the afternoon, the eight people ranking.

The so-called ranking was to fight in pairs to determine their respective rankings. And the battle between the eight people was also very simple, the rules were to draw lots to fight.

Inside the Nanqimu, Mingsi's room.

Mingsi was not meditating at the moment. Instead, he was lying on the floor, fiddling with a pile of wood. Sometimes he would take out a small knife to sharpen it, and sometimes he would take out a hammer to hammer it. The sound was transmitted to Chen Ziming's ear next door.

"What is Mingsi doing?" Chen Ziming frowned slightly. After that, a human face condensed in the wall of Mingsi's room. That person looked similar to him, and after appearing, he asked.

"Mingsi, what are you doing?"

Mingsi was shocked. He turned around and saw the human face on the wall. When he found it was Ziming, he ignored him and continued fiddling with it. After a long time, he finally stopped what he was doing. He put away the items on the floor and smiled. "Brother Ziming, you should get some rest. "

Hearing this, the face gradually disappeared.

This was one of the wood spells that Chen Ziming practiced. It could form a human shape on objects made of wood, which could be used to monitor and investigate. However, Chen Ziming's cultivation was not enough, so the human face he condensed could only send a message. As for his sight, he could not see it.

After Mingsi finished packing, the corner of his mouth revealed a satisfied smile. Then, he jumped onto the wooden bed and fell asleep.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Mingsi, who was sleeping, suddenly heard a series of rapid knocks on the door, but he did not pay attention to it. He continued to sleep in a daze. After the door was kicked open, Chen Ziming, Yuwen Lang, and the others slowly walked into Mingsi's room.

When Chen Ziming was about to go over and wake Mingsi up, Yuwen Lang stopped him. After making a shushing gesture, he waved his hand and a small wave of water fell on Mingsi's nose.

When Mingsi inhaled, the ball of water was sucked in. The next moment, he suddenly woke up and coughed violently.

"Hahahaha. . . "

Everyone on the scene laughed wildly. Not only that, it was not their first time teasing Mingsi like this. Liu Junyan had also tried many times. After all, only the two of them loved to sleep in.

After a long time, Mingsi chased after Yuwen Lang and ran out of Nanqimu with the others. While they were fooling around, they slowly walked towards the Spiritual Martial Field.

In the afternoon, before Mingsi and the others could enter the Spiritual Martial Field, they heard loud noises. Mingsi thought of the small episode that happened in the morning and could not help but shake his head and smile.

"What are you laughing at?" Chen Ziming asked.

"Later on, if I draw Yuwen Lang, you brat, I will teach him a lesson. " Mingsi looked a little proud of himself. He patted Lamu, who was flying beside him, and said, "What do you think, little Lamu?"

"Lamu! Lamu!" It was unknown whether Lamu understood or not, but when he saw Mingsi touch him, he narrowed his eyes and said with a smile.

Yuwen Lang walked past him expressionlessly.

When everyone entered the Spiritual Martial Field, not long after, the Great Elder climbed onto the high platform and slowly said, "Little ghosts, the final stage of the Middle Rank Competition, the ranking of the eight, officially begins now. "

He took out a wooden chest and controlled it from afar to pass it to Mingsi and the others, and said, "Let's draw lots, little ones. "

As the wooden chest slowly floated in the air, when it arrived in front of Mingsi, he reached his hand into the wooden chest. Before he could grab it, a piece of paper flew over slowly, landing in his hand, and was grabbed by Mingsi.

Mingsi was slightly stunned, but didn't pay much attention to it. He opened the piece of paper with some anticipation.

What entered his eyes was a number eight.

"Number eight? That means my opponent is number one. " Mingsi muttered in a low voice. In the blink of an eye, he saw the piece of paper in Chen Ziming's hand. The number written on it was precisely number one.

"Ziming!" Mingsi was stunned. At this time, Chen Ziming also saw the number in Mingsi's hand.

"We finally met, Mingsi. " Chen Ziming shrugged. He didn't seem surprised.

Mingsi thought about it. It was not bad that they did not run into each other in the previous competition. Now that the eight of them had drawn lots for each other, there was nothing they could say if they met each other.

"Ziming, are you ready?" Mingsi patted Chen Ziming's shoulder.

"I have been waiting for this battle for a long time. " Chen Ziming was quite carefree, and he smiled gently.

"Alright!" Mingsi's eyes lit up. He was also looking forward to it in his heart.

"The draw is complete. Number one versus number eight. Number two versus number seven. So on and so forth. " The Great Elder kept the box and said, "The first match, number one versus number eight. Please enter the arena. "

"Kid, don't lose, or I won't have the chance to teach you a lesson. " When the rest of the people left, Yuwen Lang said to Mingsi indifferently and followed them to the audience seats.

Mingsi and Ziming slowly walked to the center of the martial arts field. They looked at each other for a while, then Mingsi cupped his fists and said, "Mid Class One, Hwang Mingsi, please teach me!"

"Intermediate Class One, Chen Ziming, please teach me!" Chen Ziming also slightly bowed and said with cupped fists.

"The competition begins. "

Following the order of the people in the arena, Mingsi took the lead to attack. He waved his arm and brought a gust of wind towards Chen Ziming.

"I heard that these two are good friends. They are both from Class One. Haha, this is interesting. " While Mingsi and Chen Ziming were fighting, the students who knew them in the audience could not help but tease them.

"Yeah, these two are very strong. I wonder who will win in the end. " One of them said.

"It must be that Hwang Mingsi. I'm afraid that no one on the scene can match the depth of his Spiritual Qi. " Another person said.

At this moment, the sounds of discussion rose and fell from the audience seats. On the martial arena, Mingsi and Chen Ziming were not affected by the outside at all. They were fighting intensely.

"Huhuhu. " Mingsi threw out three wind rolls in a row as a backward attack. At the same time, he moved to the side of Chen Ziming. He did not hold back at all as he punched and kicked at Chen Ziming.

Chen Ziming was forced back by Mingsi's strong attack. Helpless, he could only form a thick wooden shield. By the time Mingsi pierced through the wooden shield, Chen Ziming had already retreated a certain distance. Mingsi was about to chase after him again. He hurriedly took a step back. Immediately, a strong gust of wind blew towards him. He lowered his head and looked. The piece of wood that he had shattered earlier was actually controlled by Chen Ziming to rise into the air and shoot towards him.

"What a good move to control objects in the air!" Mingsi praised. At the same time, he swiftly swung out a wind wall. However, three traces of blood were still scraped out when a few pieces of wood landed on his body.

However, this was only a small injury. Mingsi circulated his Spiritual Qi and stopped the bleeding.

"Vine Bind. " Chen Ziming did not give Mingsi any time to rest. He cast another spell and formed three more vines that wrapped around Mingsi, intending to tie him up.

"I have eaten quite a lot of this skill under the hands of a fool. It will be difficult to stop me now. " Mingsi grinned. He moved his body up and down to dodge the vines. After a series of movements, he managed to escape from the encirclement of the vines unharmed.

"Oh? Then what about this?" Chen Ziming was not surprised at all, but his eyes lit up. The three wooden vines behind Mingsi split into six, but they did not stop. When they chased after Mingsi, they turned into twenty-four vines and chased after Mingsi like an inescapable net. He sealed the front, back, left and right of Mingsi and then slowly pulled them back. He turned into a green ball.

"Haha, Mingsi, you were careless!" Chen Ziming smiled proudly. He was about to cast a spell to injure Mingsi, who was inside the vine, when he saw the net of vines suddenly expand a few times. Then, a figure broke out of the vine.

Mingsi held a black, white longsword in his hand. He jumped into the air and waved it three times. After that, he landed on the ground. All the vines in the surroundings fell to the ground.

"This sword is called Ying Lian. Ziming, take out your weapon. "

Mingsi pointed his sword and looked at Chen Ziming with a serious expression.

"Okay! Good sword skill!" When the students in the audience saw this scene, they immediately clapped and cheered.

"I didn't think that the rhythm of their fight would be so fast, and now they're using their weapons. The next round of the competition will truly begin! "

"That Chen Ziming, quickly take out your weapon and beat him to the ground!"

Chen Ziming did not expect his 24 vines to be broken by Mingsi so quickly. Seeing Mingsi holding a long sword, he did not hesitate. He patted his portal bag and a green wooden stick flew out. He grabbed it.

"This is the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Wood Branch. It is a gift from our teacher. After cultivating for a long time, it can be compared to an extraordinary spiritual weapon!" Chen Ziming waved the wooden stick and laughed complacently.

Mingsi nodded slightly, and then the spirit energy in his hand poured into the long sword. Immediately, he slashed out a sword energy, and at the same time, his body moved, following closely behind.

Chen Ziming held the wooden staff horizontally with his right hand, and with a sweep of his left hand, a dark green spiritual energy shield condensed in front of him. However, in the next moment, it was dispersed by Mingsi's sword energy, and Mingsi came with a menacing aura.

However, Chen Ziming did not retreat at this moment. Instead, he rushed forward with the wooden staff in his hand, and started fighting with Mingsi.

Spiritual energy was emitted from both of their weapons. When they clashed, the spiritual energy would corrode each other, and there was also a force that resisted each other. Therefore, every time they fought, both of their bodies would tremble slightly. It looked extremely intense.

However, after fighting for a long time, Chen Ziming began to fall into a disadvantageous position.

Mingsi's sword technique had already become small after more than a month of hard work. As for Chen Ziming, he had been practicing the Spirit Wood Staff for a year. Although his technique was not bad, it had a fatal flaw.

That was, among the five elements, metal countered wood!

Mingsi's metal spiritual Qi was not as thick as Chen Ziming's wood spiritual Qi, but it was not much different. On the contrary, due to the mutual suppression, Mingsi gradually gained the upper hand. As the spiritual Qi flowed out, Chen Ziming was forced to retreat.

"If that's the case!" Chen Ziming swung the wooden stick and hit Mingsi hard. He finally pushed Mingsi back a few feet at the cost of paralyzing his palm. At the same time, he also retreated quickly, temporarily putting some distance between them.

He then put away the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Wood Branch and took out a scroll under Mingsi's puzzled gaze.

The appearance of this scroll was quite ordinary, but there were traces of distortions on it. Upon closer inspection, it seemed somewhat mysterious. After Chen Ziming took it out, he quickly pressed it to the ground, and then opened a small section of the flat ground. At the same time, the corners of Chen Ziming's mouth curled up. He looked at Mingsi and said with a smile, "Mingsi, you have to be careful from now on. "

Mingsi was slightly stunned. He saw Chen Ziming's hands forming seals in the distance. After flipping a few times, Chen Ziming bit the tip of his finger and broke it. After that, he pressed his finger, which was bleeding slightly, onto the scroll.

"Summon Spirit!"