The one-hundred-to-fifty competition was played vigorously for a whole day and ended at dusk.
Everyone dispersed without finishing, looking forward to tomorrow's competition.
Early the next morning, all the qi training disciples of Tianyi Sect gathered together, waiting for the last competition.
The top fifty rankings are set today. Here are all the monks who may break into the top one hundred in the future.
The presiding monks of the competition, Zhenjun Bai Yi and Zhenjun Xiuyue, sat at the head of the table, and a group of elders gathered next to them.
The golden elixir master with white beard and hair held a scroll and read out the rules of the competition.
"Today's first round of competition, set up a sword platform of fifty, climb the sword platform, stand up the sword to determine the ranking, the time limit is three hours."
It turns out that the ranking is determined in one round!
When this rule came out, everyone was shocked.
No one expected that in the beginning, they were competing according to the rules one game after another, but in the end it turned out to be a big brawl.
This competition will be unprecedentedly fierce.
As soon as he finished speaking, the white-clothed True Monarch, who was halfway transformed into a god, raised his hand to summon, and a long sword of cold light tore through the sky like a ray of light.
Fifty sword platforms stand in the sky, and each sword platform is marked with a number, ranging from one to fifty.
His fingers condensed, Lengjian disappeared, and a deep and deep voice broke into everyone's ears: "It's time to begin."
An invisible barrier rose from the ground, covering half of Tianyi Square.
All those who did not participate in the competition were expelled from the barrier.
In the blink of an eye, there were only fifty people left in the huge barrier.
Everything is silent, and the crisis is hidden.
For a time, everyone was trapped on all sides.
The sword platform was only ten meters ahead, but no one made a move first.
Stupid!
The clear rubbing sound spread in all directions.
The man carrying the Qingfeng Sword took the lead and rushed forward with a light posture, heading straight for the sword platform at the top.
He placed his feet on the sword platform, drew his sword and stood on the platform, his eyes were calm and he scanned the whole place with an arrogant attitude.
"I want the first arena. If anyone is dissatisfied, you can come up and challenge me!"
When he comes up, he rushes to the No. 1 arena, he is arrogant and confident enough.
Everyone just needed to scan and recognize the man's identity.
Jiang Huai, the third disciple of Zhenjun Can Jian Feng Xiu Yue, has attained great perfection in Qi training, has superb swordsmanship, and is best at fighting across ranks. He was once famous for sweeping through three foundations with one sword.
One month before the sect competition, he tried his best to select the monks in the middle stage of foundation building and won the 48th place on the list of people. He was the only Qi cultivator among the top 50 people on the list.
With his strength, if nothing unexpected happens, he can definitely sit on the No. 1 stage.
Seeing that it was him who was on the stage, a group of people immediately stopped trying to compete for the stage and turned their attention to other sword stages.
Everyone has fifty sword platforms, but the final sword platform may not be what you have in mind.
Jiang Huai took the lead and others who were ready to make a move could not hold back.
More than a dozen people rushed forward at the same time, rushing towards the target sword platform.
Someone found that the target's sword platform was the same, with fierce intent in his eyes, the weapon was unsheathed, and the spell fell to the ground.
On the viewing platform, the elders looked puzzled, "The sect has never seen such a competition before. It's such a mess. What if someone is killed?"
"This is a competition between sects. Why should we imitate a pack of wolves fighting for food, deliberately intensify conflicts and ruin the friendship between the same sects?"
Everyone's goal was unconsciously placed on the True Lord in White who was at the top of the list.
The White-clothed True Monarch raised his brows lightly, and his gaze fell on the two of them lightly.
"Fellowship? Only those who are qualified to live to the end can talk about fellowship."
Lord Sodetsuki watched the show leisurely, "These children of the sect have been brought to waste by you old stubborns. They are like delicate flowers and young grasses that cannot withstand any abuse."
"Think about the time when the sect was in decline, and all the gates in Southern Continent were watching with eager eyes. Who wouldn't want to come up and bite our Tianyi Sect? The former sect leader's iron-blooded tactics were so iron-blooded that he forced all the disciples to go down the mountain to practice at the fifth level of Qi training, so that they could return to the Tianyi Sect again. Yes, who didn’t fight all the way here? Now that the competition between the sects is a little more intense, you can just shout here."
"If you ask me, these disciples who are at the eighth or ninth level of Qi training cannot even defeat the original disciples who were at the fifth or sixth level of Qi training!
They are still shouting for talents to come out in large numbers every day... No matter how good talents are raised like this, they will be useless and have no blood at all! "
The two elders who were discussing were blushing and suffocating in their hearts, but they did not dare to refute.
True Lord Bai Yi glanced at True Lord Xieyue, "You talk too much."
If it continues, it should be the fault of the current sect leader.
Lord Sodetsuki rolled his eyes, lazily sat on the chair, and stopped talking.
Lin Qi didn't know about the quarrel on the viewing platform. She was thinking about which sword platform she wanted to compete for.
The monks in front were fighting fiercely, with spells flying everywhere, colorful lights, sword energy flying everywhere, and fighting spirit boiling.
Only she was still standing there, quite out of place.
"Do you want to be sure to find an opponent who is easy to beat and stand in the top ten swordsmanship, or do you want to give it a try... and try the highest position?"
Lin Qi thought she was weighing the situation, but she didn't know that her eyes had been staring at the first sword platform and never moved away.
The fighting spirit is shining in his eyes, and his ambition is clearly revealed!
While she was hesitating, there was already a figure wrapped in frost and heading straight for the first sword platform.
There were cheers outside the barrier, "It's Senior Sister Tan! She wants to challenge Senior Brother Jiang!"
"It's a great show! Senior Brother Jiang was the first on the Immortal Ladder last time, and Senior Sister Tan was the first on the Immortal Ladder this time. It's rare for these two to have a battle ranking!"
Lin Qi looked at Tan Yueqing who rushed to the first sword platform, and she immediately had the answer in her heart.
Fight for first place!
Tan Yueqing dares to challenge Jianghuai, what is so scary about her?
You know, this battle lasted for three full hours.
After determining her goal, Lin Qi finally moved forward.
But she was in no rush to take the stage.
Will the battle between Tan Yueqing and Jiang Huai stop for a while? She will watch the battle for a while.
The monks in the audience who were concentrating on watching the battle were stunned.
"Why doesn't Senior Sister Lin stay still? Isn't she ready to fight for the sword platform?"
"She seemed to be watching the battle between Senior Sister Tan and Senior Brother Jiang..."
He was not in a hurry to get on stage and use his sword, but instead stood in the ring and watched others fight.
Could it be that she entered the top 50 just to get a better position to watch the game? !
Not to mention the monks outside the barrier, even the elders and others at the viewing platform found it difficult to understand.
"Is she planning to wait until the others have finished fighting and are exhausted before picking up the fruit?"
Master Tuntie sat upright on the chair and shouted in a thick voice, "This little girl is Zongleifeng's direct disciple after all, so she won't do such a disgraceful thing. She should be trying to grab the number one spot. However, I was overtaken by others, so I watched the battle for a while under the sword platform."
Someone next to him echoed him, "The disciples of this generation are really smart. When you watch dozens of people fighting, how many of them really use their full strength? Some of them are Xiangzhuang dancing swords with the intention of Pei Gong."
The man stroked his beard and nodded: "In three hours, a lot of things can happen."
(End of chapter)
