In the seventy-eighth arena, Bai Ze came up with his sword. His opponent was already standing on the arena. He was a boy of about fifteen or sixteen years old. Like Bai Ze, he was also a swordsman.
It's just that the opponent's cultivation level is only the other side realm.
The three realms of the world of mortals are the sea of suffering and the other shore.
Although in the eyes of extraordinary monks, there is no difference between the three realms of mortals, no matter which realm they are in. They can be crushed with one hand. But comparing the lower three realms, they are also very different from each other.
The true energy of the sea of suffering cannot be released, and only the other side can control things.
And Zhiwei can open the sea of consciousness in the Niwan Palace outside the Dantian, open the 108 acupoints all over the body, and practice the Zifu to achieve the state of releasing true energy.
The rivers and lakes in Jiuzhou are as big as the sea, and under the extraordinary, they are just passers-by.
However, there are still so many third-rate monks in the world.
"Zhang Jing, I understand." The young man opposite held his hand.
"Bai Ze." Bai Ze pressed his sword with his right hand.
On the general stage, Daizong gave an order, "The arena competition begins!"
Yun Wanggui's eyes only stayed on Arena No. 78.
At the same time, a person came quietly, dressed in a crimson skirt, and asked repeatedly among the crowd, "Hey, I heard that there is a freshman named Bai Ze, which arena is he in?"
"Bai Ze, haven't you heard of it?" The inner disciple looked confused.
"Impossible," the girl also looked confused, "There is no reason for my junior brother to have such a low profile."
"Junior brother?" The inner sect disciple was confused and looked at Pei Guoguo, "Aren't the immortal sect disciples not allowed to participate in the mountain sect conference?"
"Hey, don't worry about these details." Pei Guoguo patted the inner disciple on the shoulder, "He hasn't started yet, but when he passes the Mountain Gate Conference, he will be my junior brother!"
On the stage.
Zhang Jing drew her sword and stared at Bai Ze cautiously, "Your cultivation level is higher than mine, I will try my best."
"Feel free to come." Bai Ze smiled.
"You won't draw your sword?" Zhang Jing asked him.
"If I draw my sword, you might not have a chance." Bai Ze still smiled.
Zhang Jing gritted his teeth, but his opponent did have the ability to despise him. The black-clothed young man in front of me couldn't see the depth clearly. There was only one reason, and that was that he was far higher than me in cultivation.
"Please advise!" Zhang Jing shouted, followed the movement of the sword, and directed the sword straight towards Bai Ze's face.
"Too slow." Bai Ze used Wang Zhihuan's secret skill Xuan Yu Palm, and his left hand became as black as ink, like Xuan Jade. He effortlessly clamped Zhang Jing's sword between his two fingers, instantly making his opponent unable to advance or retreat.
"The difference in realm is too big, it's not worth seeing." Daizong said.
"Indeed." Yun Wanggui nodded.
On the ring, Zhang Jing thrust with all her strength, but the blade could not advance even an inch. He wanted to draw his sword, too.
"I lost." Zhang Jing let go of the sword in her hand and said in frustration.
"The sword is good, keep working hard." Bai Ze waved his sword and returned Zhang Jing's sword to its sheath.
On the stage, most of them were still competing, but there were also nearly a hundred people who had already decided the winner at the beginning.
"No. 78, Bai Ze wins!" The disciple in charge of the competition shouted.
"Bai Ze?" Pei Guoguo's ears twitched. Hearing the sound, he quickly went to find Arena No. 78. Sure enough, he saw a young man in black standing on it. His cultivation level was already at the Purple Mansion Realm. "Found it!"
The first arena match came to an end quickly.
Half of the thousand people on the field were gone in an instant.
The second round was still drawn, but the stage was lowered by half.
But for Bai Ze, the second game was still easy to win.
"On the seventeenth stage, Bai Ze wins!"
"No. 29 Arena, Wang Hansheng!"
"On Arena No. 52, Tang Zhi wins!"
"On the third stage, Jiang Weisheng!"
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"No. 90 Arena, Liu Qingsheng!"
"No. 130, Zhang Baoyi wins!"
"Two hundred and twelve arenas, Su Wensheng!"
At the end of the second arena match, the Immortal Sect disciples who were watching the match gradually realized how the strength of everyone on the field was divided.
"It seems that in the third competition, the top 100 will be determined." Someone commented, "This year's freshmen are fine. Visually, the top 100 must at least be at the Zhiwei realm. If they can squeeze in from the other side, they will be considered So talented.”
"The Immortal Sect does not choose its disciples solely based on rankings. Those who perform well in the arena will be recorded by the senior brother who is responsible for the outcome of the competition. The relationship between victory and defeat is not absolute," another person said.
"That's true, but in every Mountain Gate Conference, the top three will receive generous rewards." Someone said, "The acting elder didn't say what the rewards are today, so I guess they will have to wait until tomorrow."
Bai Ze won two games in a row without any pressure.
At the end of the second round, there were only more than two hundred people left in the martial arts arena.
"The third game probably won't be that easy." Bai Ze said with a smile.
"In this Mountain Gate Conference, I heard that the people with the highest cultivation levels have reached the third level of Zifu." Jiang Wei said, "Don't meet these people in the third competition."
"What are you afraid of?" Bai Ze said, "I'm not even afraid. You are a second-level person in the Zifu, so why are you afraid of the third level? It's not like the Great Perfection of the Zifu. It's only one or two levels away. It's not a big problem."
"Well, the third game should be no problem for you. But I was already tired of dealing with the second game." Sun Qi was a little frustrated. "In the third game, I guess it will be difficult for me to win."
"Relax." Bai Ze comforted her. "If you have made it this far, you can at least enter the outer gate. Just try your best in the third game. Winning is even better. Losing is no big deal."
"Well, let's work hard together!" Sun Qi nodded to cheer himself up.
"The candidates draw lots and prepare for the third competition!" Dai Zong waved his sleeves, and red and blue bamboo sticks swept out again.
"Number nine." Bai Ze looked at the bamboo stick in his hand, "What's your number?"
"No. 10." Jiang Wei breathed a sigh of relief, "Fortunately, I almost encountered a freak like you, but God's blessing ensured that there was no danger."
"Number 53." Sun Qi said, "Fortunately it's not you two. Otherwise, I would have to surrender."
"Hehe, Brother Jiang, why should you be humble?" Bai Ze patted Jiang Wei on the shoulder, "If there is still a chance, I would really like to challenge Brother Jiang and learn from him what he is capable of."
"Farewell." Jiang Wei looked disgusted, "I don't want to fight with a freak who can reach the third level of the four realms of swordsmanship even though he knows the subtle realm."
"Didn't Brother Jiang also touch the artistic conception of the sword?" Bai Ze teased, "You are still being humble to me here, tsk tsk, that's not kind."
"The candidates come to the ring and prepare to start the third ring match!" Daizong said.
In Arena No. 9, Fang Sheng has already stood still.
"It won't be an easy victory this time, right?" Yun Wanggui looked at Arena No. 9, "This Fang Sheng practices thunder magic. In the first two competitions, he is considered the best among his peers in terms of speed and strength. That’s right, and my own cultivation level also has the acupoint level. Although I haven’t reached Zifu, it’s not far behind after all.”
"This kid didn't even draw his sword in two consecutive competitions." Daizong laughed. "I don't know if he was lucky or if others were unlucky. Even Wang Han drew his sword in the second game."
"Uncle Master, do you think who has a better chance of winning when Bai Ze or Wang Han face off?" Yun Wanggui asked.
"Judging from the realm alone, Wang Han must be head-over-heels over Bai Ze." Dai Zong chuckled, "But I heard that this kid Bai Ze fought with Seventy years ago, the number one general in the national war and the God of War of the Jin Dynasty made his first duel with the sword."
"God of War Xian Zhen?" Yun Wanggui was shocked, "If I remember correctly, Xian Zhen had the strength of Tianzun before he was alive. In the three supreme realms, human beings are not confused, World Honored Soul is me, and Tianzun Cave is mysterious. Bai Ze only knows the subtleties. At this level, you can actually fight against Tianzun with swords and not die?"
"Not dead." Dai Zong said, "Although the sword was wet, Xian Zhen used the sword thrust by the demonic clone. But after all, it was Tianzun's sword. If he could block it, it means that this kid is really good. "
"As expected of the person that the Senior Sword Emperor and the Grandmaster have taken a liking to, he is truly remarkable." Yun Wanggui sighed, "At his age, I am far inferior to him."
"Everyone has his own strengths." Dai Zong said with a smile, "My nephew's enlightened mind can be regarded as the first person in our immortal sect in the past fifty years. Bai Ze returned to strength, but the southern region of Yan State survived that disaster. People gave him a nickname."
"What nickname?" Yun Wanggui asked.
"Ghost General." Daizong said, "After the Sword Emperor entered Dushan, Bai Ze went crazy and his symptoms were almost demonic. He single-handedly killed an army of tens of thousands of ghost soldiers outside Hulao Pass. The defenders of Hulao Pass were as scared as ghosts, so Nicknamed him, Ghost General Bai Ze."
"Ghost General." Yun Wanggui took a deep breath.
"Afterwards, Baize didn't mention a word about it. He seemed to have forgotten about it, and he thought he didn't even know it happened." Daizong said, "So in my opinion, Wang Han and Bai Ze will probably lose if they fight against each other." .”
