Sitting and forgetting longevity

Chapter 76 The Great Competition Begins

When the disciples of Zhulin Mountain flew to the square in front of the Taiyi Palace, most of the qi training cultivators of the entire sect had gathered here, and the most excited were those with low cultivation.

Because most of them knew that they couldn't beat the cultivators at the upper stage of Qi training, they didn't have so many ideas, they just watched the fun.

But the people who are going to participate in the competition are very worried. They probably already know that the next trial will be the death of Duanyuan, and some people have already retreated.

Liu Qinghuan was secretly amused, even before the big competition, these people were too worried, as if they could really enter the top [-].

At this moment, a loud voice resounded over the square in front of the hall: "All the disciples in the Qi training period listen to the order!"

Liu Qinghuan looked around in search of prestige, and saw a solemn-faced foundation-building cultivator standing in front of the gate of Taiyi Hall: "For this competition, disciples above the seventh level of Qi practice can participate. , as long as you can win ten games in a row, you will enter the next round."

In the wheel battle, there are ten more wins!Many people were instantly dumbfounded.

What a surprise!In the past, the competition was one-on-one, and the winner moved on to the next round, but this time it was a ten-game winning streak!This test is not just about combat effectiveness.

The foundation-building cultivator continued: "In the wheel battle, if the disciple on the stage wins, the next challenger can come on stage; if there is no challenge after winning, he will automatically win after a quarter of an hour; if there is no challenge within half an hour, Even if you win ten games in a row, you can enter the second round of competition."

The sound of "buzzing" discussions permeated the entire square in front of the Taiyi Palace, and many people were whispering, and they all felt that this competition was very harsh.

The base-building cultivator added: "Or, be the last winner of the battle stage you draw, and you can also enter the second round."

Those with high numbers in their hands laughed happily.

The serious-looking cultivator suddenly raised his voice tenfold, suppressing all the discussions: "Now, the disciples who want to participate in the competition, come here to receive the sign, and at noon, the competition officially begins!"

At this time, ten tables had been placed under the steps in front of the Taiyi Hall.

Many people hesitated for a while.First of all, knowing that the place of trial was Duanyuan's death place, and now they have to win ten games in a row, many people who were not confident in the first place lingered and gathered in the same place to discuss.

But there are some who are very decisive.

"I'm afraid of a hammer! I'm not on the battlefield, I can fight ten! Let alone ten, I'm not afraid of a hundred!" While shouting, he swaggered to the line.

Liu Qinghuan was already lined up behind a long line.The monk who issued the number plate was very fast, and the team moved forward very quickly. After a while, there were only two or three people left in front of him.

"No. [-], No. [-]?" The man in front shouted strangely, "There are so many people in front of me, how did I get No. [-]?"

The monk who issued the license plate was too lazy to pay attention to him: "Next."

Someone reminded him: "This is a random draw."

When it was Liu Qinghuan's turn, the monk who issued the license plate said, "Identity jade slip."

Liu Qinghuan handed him his identity jade slip, and he took out a blank token with a depression on it, just to embed the identity jade slip into it, and then a line of words appeared on the token: Liu Qinghuan, a disciple of Zhulin Mountain , No. 59, No. [-] battle platform.

No. 59, this number is not the same.

Holding the token, Liu Qinghuan went to a place with fewer people outside the square in front of the palace, sat down and waited.

If he wants to win ten games in a row, he is not sure.This not only tested the monk's combat skills, but also the ability to continue fighting.And the unknown of the opponent, the more variables caused, he can't calculate at all.

After a while, Bai Fengming and Lin Guang came over. Lin Guang had a depressed look on his face and muttered, "It's over! I definitely won't be able to win ten rounds of the wheel battle." He asked Liu Qinghuan again, "Junior Brother Liu, are you sure?"

Liu Qinghuan shook his head: "Only act by chance."

"That's the only way to do it." Lin Guang sat on the ground and was startled.

When it was almost noon, huge battle platforms were set up all over the Undead Mountain, there were dozens of them.

The three stood up, Lin Guang was on stage 32, a little far away, while Bai Fengming was next to Liu Qinghuan, on stage [-].

"Junior Brother Liu, what's your number?" Bai Fengming asked.

"number 59."

"Hey, I'm number 43, I should play earlier than you."

Liu Qinghuan said goodbye to him temporarily, and came to the sixth battle platform. The place was already crowded with the disciples who practiced Qi who had drawn this battle platform, as well as the younger disciples who were only on the first and second floors waiting to watch the battle.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!" The noon bell rang through the entire Undying Peak, and a middle-aged Foundation Establishment cultivator flew up to the sixth battle platform, looked down and said, "Before I take the stage, I will tell you the rules."

Seeing that everyone was looking at him intently, the middle-aged base-building cultivator continued: "One, those who fall on the stage lose, those who have no follow-up fighting ability lose, those who surrender voluntarily lose, and those who read the number do not enter the stage for half a quarter of an hour. [-]. After the opponent admits defeat and still does not stop, the qualification for the competition will be disqualified; [-]. Do not deliberately kill the same sect, once it is found out, the people from the Law Enforcement Hall will be there."

Everyone turned back and saw that it was not only their battle platform, but not far from each battle platform, there was a base-building cultivator staring at the battle platform with sharp eyes, and the black sect costumes on their bodies were embroidered with a Xiezhi beast.

"Okay!" The middle-aged base-building cultivator on the stage clapped his hands: "Now, the first and second cultivators of this battle platform can take the stage." After he finished speaking, he hit a spiritual power in his hand, and a circle appeared around the battle platform. layer transparent reticle.After doing this, he retreated to the outside of the battlefield.

The following disciples, look at me, I look at you, and I think who is so lucky to have drawn No. [-] or No. [-].

A male cultivator who practiced Qi at the seventh level with a bitter face, flew up to the platform in front of everyone's eyes, and his face was full of anxiety.But after seeing his opponent, he breathed a sigh of relief.

His opponent is also the seventh level of Qi practice.After the two greeted each other, they each assumed a posture of fighting for a fight.

A quarter of an hour later, there were roars of applause from other battle platforms, but only those in front of the sixth battle platform looked drowsy.

The two monks on the stage put on their spiritual power hoods and kept a distance. One shouted "Fireball Technique" and fired a fireball, and the other shouted "Water Archery" and fired a water arrow. They played softly and friendly.

They played very vigorously, but everyone in the audience booed.

"What are you doing! You should be hitting the stakes!" Someone shouted in dissatisfaction.Liu Qinghuan was also eye-opening. He had never seen such a fighting method before. Have these two people never really fought with anyone?

The two people on the stage were still punching back and forth unhurriedly, causing everyone under the stage to jump.A huge bubble fruit flew out of the crowd and slapped on the mask of the battle stage with a bang, and the rich juice flowed down.

The middle-aged base-building cultivator cast a warning glance at the disciple who threw the bubble fruit, but didn't say anything.He was also very helpless, what happened to these qi training disciples now, if they were like this, they would only be killed if they went out.

Fortunately, the two people on the stage were not high in cultivation, and they only had so much spiritual power. In the end, they were both exhausted. The No. [-] male cultivator won with a little more spiritual power than the other.

Before he had time to be happy, No. [-] came on stage and slapped him off the stage with a slap: "Damn it! No matter how low your cultivation base is, you still won't fight; if you don't know how to fight, you'll be embarrassed!"

This is a male cultivator of the ninth level of Qi practice, tall and ape-backed. After knocking the No. [-] cultivator off the stage, he clasped his fists and said, "Wangzhen in the next Siyuan building, I don't know who my opponent is."

"It's me!" A cold voice came from the disciples watching, and a man with two swords on his back flew onto the stage and landed opposite Wang Zhen: "I'm number four, Mo Xiefeng Sikong Xinming."

"Ah! He's Sikong Xinming!" Someone exclaimed, and several Mo Xiefeng disciples who were watching the battle showed admiration, and some people who didn't know them rushed to ask the people around them for advice.

"Si Kong Xinming, he practiced the ninth level of Qi. It is said that he practiced double swords, which is very powerful."

"What's so powerful about the double swords!" Someone said disdainfully.

"At first glance, you are not a sword cultivator. Controlling two swords is not that simple. You need..."

The audience was lively talking, but Wang Zhen smiled bitterly on the stage. He didn't expect to meet a formidable opponent as soon as he came on stage.Originally, he wanted to preserve his strength from the beginning, but now he can only go all out.

"Senior Brother Sikong, please advise!" Wang Zhen clasped his fists.

(End of this chapter)