Because in the early stage of the Spirit Gathering Realm, the spiritual energy in the spirit stone is too slow to be absorbed, but the spirit stone can be used to buy the treasures you need.
Xing Chong glanced at it and continued: "The third place in this competition will receive a book of middle-grade Xuan-level spiritual skills and ten spiritual stones, and the second place will be rewarded with two books of mid-grade Xuan-level spiritual skills and twenty pieces of spiritual stones. In terms of spirit stones, as for the first place, one will be rewarded with a spirit-enhancing pill, a book of high-grade mysterious-level spiritual skills and twenty spirit stones."
"What? The first place will also be rewarded with a spiritual elixir! There are also spiritual stones and spiritual skills. The rewards for the first place are really generous!"
"Yeah! I guess those guys are going to fight to the death for the first place. This competition is worth watching..."
The disciples who came to watch the competition were all talking endlessly, and some of the disciples who signed up for the competition were also excited. They were jealous when they saw the rewards in front of them!
Xing Chong pressed his hands to signal for silence. When everyone calmed down, he continued: "These are the rewards. Here are the rules of the competition. The rules are still the same: no intentional killing, no continuing to take action after the opponent admits defeat, no on the ring. Use any elixir..."
After Xing Chong introduced the rules of the competition, everyone saw him wave his hands, and three figures instantly jumped onto the three stages.
"These are your three inner disciples. They will be the referees in each arena. They will make the final decision on the court. If there is any dispute, I will make the final decision."
On the stage were three young men wearing inner sect clothes. Listening to Xing Chong's introduction, they all bowed their hands to the disciples in the audience.
"Okay, no more talking nonsense. Now let's invite the participating disciples to come to the prefecture-level arena. Let's start grouping now."
After Xing Chong finished speaking, he landed on the prefecture-level arena, and the participating disciples also jumped from the crowd to the prefecture-level arena.
"Zhou Xing, let's step forward too!"
"Well, please, Senior Sister Yuqi!"
Xiao Yuqi greeted Zhou Xing and jumped onto the stage together. After Zhou Xing and Zhou Xing came on stage, there were almost three hundred people standing on the prefectural level stage before no one continued to come on stage.
Zhou Xing glanced casually, hey guys, they are all at the second and third level of gathering spirits, and most of them are at the third level of gathering spirits. Maybe he is the only one in the competition who is at the first level of gathering spirits!
"Look, Tian Feng is there. He is the favorite to win the championship this time!"
Someone pointed at a person on the ring and said, Zhou Xing raised his eyes and saw that this was a young man with a somewhat gloomy appearance. He was expressionless and exuded an aura that kept strangers away. Zhou Xing also felt it from him. There was a feeling of threat.
Then Zhou Xing looked around again, and he saw Shi Yu, a young man holding a sword in his arms, closing his eyes and concentrating, and a handsome young man holding a folding fan... Zhou Xing felt the strength of him and the others.
"Junior sister Yuqi, I've been looking for you for a long time, why are you here?" While Zhou Xing was observing everyone, Wang Lei suddenly walked towards Zhou Xing and his two friends.
Wang Lei actually saw Xiao Yuqi and Zhou Xing together a long time ago. However, there were too many people here and they couldn't squeeze in. Now he found the opportunity to come over.
When Xiao Yuqi saw Wang Lei coming over, she felt displeased. This man was like a dog-skin plaster. He appeared everywhere: "What does it matter to you where I am?"
"Uh... what the junior sister said is that the senior brother was reckless." Wang Lei smiled as if nothing was wrong, and then he turned to look at Zhou Xing.
"Junior brother Zhou Xing is here too! You have to be careful in this competition. There are many experts participating!"
Although Wang Lei seemed to be kindly reminding Zhou Xing with a smile on his face, Zhou Xing saw warning and hostility in his eyes. No matter how stupid Zhou Xing was, he knew the reason for this, so he was extremely disdainful of Wang Lei's actions in his heart.
"I won't bother Senior Brother Wang." Zhou Xing replied without any polite words.
Just when Wang Lei was about to say something, Xing Chong's voice suddenly sounded: "Okay, now that all the participating disciples are here, let's start grouping. You will be divided into three arenas for the first round. The top ten in each arena will advance to the second round.”
After Xing Chong finished speaking, a row of wooden picks suddenly appeared in front of him: "These wooden picks have numbers from one to three written on them. Come up and draw one by yourself. If you draw one, you will be in the human-level arena, and if you draw two, you will be in the earth-level arena. If you draw three, you will be in a heaven-level arena."
Zhou Xing also followed everyone to Xing Chong and took out a wooden stick. After he walked away, he turned it over and saw that the wooden stick had two written on it. Xiao Yuqi, who was next to him, stretched out his head and said happily: "Okay." Hey! I'm in the human level arena, we won't meet in the first round."
Zhou Xing also smiled, but Wang Lei suddenly said: "Junior Sister Yuqi is in the human-level arena? Then we will not meet each other, I am in the prefectural-level arena."
"Uh...you and Junior Brother Zhou Xing are in the same arena!"
Zhou Xing turned to look at Wang Lei, and Wang Lei's eyes flashed: "Boy, I will let you know the consequences of going against me!"
Zhou Xing also understood the meaning in Wang Lei's eyes: "It's not certain who will get it..."
"Okay, now you go to the corresponding arena according to the wooden lot numbers you drew, and the competition will start immediately!"
As soon as Xing Chong said these words, the three hundred participating disciples began to disperse. Xiao Yuqi also glanced at Zhou Xing and then went to the human level arena. Wang Lei next to him saw the hostility in his eyes becoming even stronger. .
When the participating disciples were standing on the three arenas, Xing Chong slowly rose above the three arenas and spoke again: "Everyone, in order to speed up the process of the competition and adapt to the rules of the competition, I will now exert spiritual power on all of you. Press, I will gradually increase the intensity of the spiritual pressure, and when there are only eighty people left in each arena, you can officially start the competition."
As soon as Xing Chong finished speaking, some people began to change their expressions, but Xing Chong didn't care. With a wave of his right hand, a golden spiritual power enveloped the three arenas.
"I didn't expect that there would be an elimination system before this competition, but that's fine. If you can't even withstand the pressure of spiritual power, then there is probably no hope of ranking at the top."
"Well, I just don't know if there will be a dark horse in this competition. I'm really looking forward to it..."
Zhou Xing could not hear or see the discussion in the audience now, because every participating disciple standing in the pressure area was the same. They were all closing their eyes to resist Xing Chong's spiritual pressure.
The spiritual coercion released by Xing Chong started from the second level of the Spirit Gathering Realm. Some of the weaker disciples of the second level of the Spirit Gathering Realm turned a little pale from the beginning.
This pressure is of course useless to Zhou Xing, because the Chaos Divine Body has the characteristic of swallowing pressure, so even if the Spirit Sea Realm exerts its full force, Zhou Xing probably won't feel much.
As time went by, Xing Chong began to gradually increase the pressure of spiritual power. Some of the participating disciples were sweating profusely. Because they could not use spiritual power to resist the pressure, some disciples began to be unable to hold on.
"boom!"
Finally someone fell down because he couldn't hold on, and then he was removed from the ring by the inner disciples. However, this sound was like a chain reaction, and several people could not hold on and were removed from the ring.
When the eighty-one people standing on the ring fell, Xing Chong also removed the spiritual pressure on them, and then Zhou Xing opened his eyes.
Zhou Xing glanced around and found that there were almost only 80 people left in the other two arenas soon. Most of the people were pale and some were covered in sweat. He was one of the few who did not change his expression. people.
"Hey! Why is there a guy in the Earth-level arena who is carrying a battle ax and whose cultivation is only at the first level of the Spirit Gathering Realm? And why doesn't he look tired at all?" Someone suddenly noticed Zhou Xing.
"Oh! Are you talking about him? His name is Zhou Xing. He joined the sect two months ago. He even defeated Shi Yu a few days ago!" Someone who knew Zhou Xing immediately responded.
"Is he Zhou Xing, who has become famous in the past two days? It seems that he does have some strength! I just don't know to what level he can persist..."
"boom!"
As the last person fell to the ground and was removed from the ring, there were only eighty people left in the three rings. At this time, Xing Chong spoke again: "Now you can start the competition according to the arrangements of your inner disciples."
After Xing Chong finished speaking, the participating disciples on the three arenas all looked at the inner disciple on the arena, who was their referee.
"Hello fellow junior brothers, my surname is Wu, and I am temporarily the referee of the prefecture-level arena. Now I have twice as many wooden picks with numbers from one to forty in my hand. You can draw them in turn. Those who draw the same numbers are your respective ones. Opponent." The inner disciple waved his hand, and a wooden sign appeared in front of him.
All participating disciples began to draw lots, but Zhou Xing noticed a blue ring on the hand of the inner disciple, which was a storage ring.
The storage ring is made for storing things. There are spaces of different sizes inside. You can take out and put things in at will by inputting spiritual power.
Storage rings are divided into low-level storage rings, intermediate storage rings, and high-level storage rings according to the size of the space. Generally, low-level storage has a space of one to one hundred square meters, intermediate storage has a space of one hundred to one thousand square meters, and high-level storage has a space of more than one thousand square meters.
Advanced storage rings also have a feature, that is, they can cast soul marks on them. If the soul mark on the ring cannot be broken, the contents inside cannot be taken out.
As long as Xi Youmen is promoted to an inner disciple, the sect will issue a low-level storage ring. This is the information Zhou Xing learned from the sect manual, so Zhou Xing noticed the inner disciple's storage ring.
"Okay, now you all have your wooden picks. There are only two No. 1 wooden picks left in the ring. The others can retreat."
The inner disciple surnamed Wu signaled the others to leave the ring. Zhou Xing looked at his wooden sign and said, No. 2, good guy, he is the second one. That's good enough, but now Zhou Xing still jumped off the ring first.
"Zhao Shan!"
"Yu Miao!"
"Game start!"
Zhou Xing watched the two people on the field start to fight. He looked around again and found that the other two arenas had also started fighting, and the disciples who were now watching the battle also began to cheer one after another.
Zhou Xing also saw Hui Yi and Fatty Jiang. Although Zhou Xing could go to the participating disciples area to find them, he was in his second game, so he couldn't go over to say hello now.
After a stick of incense, the two disciples of the second level of the Spirit Gathering Realm on the field decided the winner. The young man named Yu Miao won because of his strong spiritual power, and then Zhou Xing appeared on the stage.
"Zhou Xing!"
"Wang Weiyi!"
"Game start!"
After the two sides announced their names, the referee immediately announced the start of the game. However, this time the opponent did not attack immediately. Instead, he looked at Zhou Xing in astonishment.
"Only the first level of the Soul Gathering Realm? Boy, I still advise you to admit defeat, otherwise it will not look good if you are knocked off the ring by my punch."
Zhou Xing's opponent was a disciple at the second level of the Spirit Gathering Realm. Obviously he didn't know Zhou Xing, that's why he was so arrogant.
"Wang Weiyi is going to be in trouble!"
"Stupid guy!"
When some of the watching disciples in the audience heard Wang Weiyi's words, they knew that he was going to be unlucky. Wang Lei in the participating disciple area even laughed at Wang Weiyi's stupidity in a low voice.
When Zhou Xing heard this, the corners of his mouth raised slightly: "Since this senior brother is so anxious, then junior brother, I will give you a ride!"
After Zhou Xing finished speaking, the metallic spiritual power in his right hand flashed. He exerted force under his feet and appeared in front of Wang Weiyi in an instant.
Wang Weiyi felt a sense of danger in his heart when Zhou Xing's body flashed. He saw Zhou Xing's golden right fist hitting him, his face changed drastically, and he quickly crossed his hands in front of him to block it.
"Bang! Puff..."
The disciples watching the battle only saw Zhou Xing clenching his fist and rushing toward Wang Weiyi. Wang Weiyi only had time to protect his body with spiritual power, but he was still punched away by Zhou Xing. He was still vomiting blood in mid-air, and finally fell out of the ring.
"Zhou Xingsheng!"
Although the inner disciple named Wu was also surprised by Zhou Xing's strength, he immediately declared Zhou Xing's victory. He didn't know Zhou Xing, so he, like many others, thought that Zhou Xing would lose this battle, but who knew that the opponent didn't even catch Zhou Xing's punch.
Zhou Xing jumped off the ring and slowly walked towards the area where the participating disciples rested. At this time, Wang Weiyi, who had fallen from the ring, struggled to stand up. He looked at Zhou Xing's back in disbelief, because he knew that Zhou Xing's punch was really effective. How terrifying.
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"Are you okay? If I had known it was him you met, if I had reminded you, you wouldn't have lost so miserably." At this time, a disciple came over to support Wang Weiyi and said.
Wang Weiyi was stunned: "Is he famous? Why didn't I know!"
"That's because you have been practicing in seclusion. His name is Zhou Xing. He is a new disciple. He just defeated Shi Yu at the third level of the Spirit Gathering Realm a few days ago."
"..."
Zhou Xing took a look and realized that if the competition continued like this, he would only be able to finish this round today, so he left the participating disciple area and went with Hui Yi and the others.
"Brother!"
"Brother, you are really fast! That kid who is only at the second level of the Spirit Gathering Realm dares to be arrogant in front of you. Isn't that asking for death?"
Hui Yi looked at Zhou Xing with admiration, while Fatty Jiang slapped him in the face, leaving Zhou Xing speechless.
"Tian Feng!"
"Tin Li!"
"Game start!"
Just as Zhou Xing was about to say something, the sound of the game starting suddenly came from the Tian-level arena. Zhou Xing heard Tian Feng's gloomy voice, and several people immediately looked over.
On the heaven-level arena, Tian Feng exuded a gloomy aura. His opponent was a second-level disciple of the Soul Gathering Realm. When facing Tian Feng, that disciple looked extremely ugly. He had no confidence in defeating his opponent.
