After a brief explanation of the process, many Qingyang Sect disciples were already eager to give it a try.
At that time, there were two groups, the mountain sect disciples and the ordinary disciples. They were looking forward to the Qingyang Competition but also felt anxious. They wanted to be in the limelight in front of others but at the same time lacked confidence in themselves. They looked around and seemed a little timid.
The group of elite disciples had completely different appearances, and all of them showed their sharp edges. Most of them focused their attention on Gu Chen and Liu Zhen.
Zhong Ding smiled slightly, looked at Qingyangzi, and said, "Senior brother, the Qingyang Competition is about to begin. What do you think?"
Qingyangzi said calmly, "Now that we are here, we naturally rely on the master's arrangements."
Looking at the rest of the people, Zhong Ding nodded to Zhou BuTong.
Zhou BuTong stood up and announced, "The Qingyang competition begins now, everyone enters according to their groups."
After many Qingyang Sect disciples were in place, Zhou Butong asked again, "Who is willing to be the first to go on stage?"
Qingyang Sect disciples are divided into three groups according to the mountain sect disciples, ordinary disciples, and elite disciples. Each group is divided into three venues based on different realms, which are used for competitions in the Alchemy Realm, Lingyuan Realm, and One Yuan Realm. The venues are all on the main peak martial arts field.
There are a total of nine venues, arranged in a nine-square grid. Sitting in the stands, you can have an unobstructed view of the nine venues.
Each venue is presided over by a third-generation disciple. The competitions in each venue are held at the same time and do not conflict with each other.
This greatly shortens the time of the Qingyang Competition. Although it is a grand event, it is held every year, so it is simple and straightforward. It can usually be completed in three days.
Zhou BuTong's voice spread far and clear throughout the entire main peak, but it made those Qingyang sect disciples who participated in the Qingyang Competition fall silent. Looking at the nine empty venues, no one did anything for a moment. respond.
In three days, fellow disciples exchanged ideas and ranked the winners and losers. However, a competition usually does not take long, and the Qingyang Competition uses an elimination mechanism. Once defeated at the beginning, Come, naturally there will be no chance to play again later, and the ranking will naturally not be improved. To a certain extent, the first person to play does not have an advantage.
But it is precisely because of this consideration that the Qingyang Competition also has regulations. The winner can leave the game first and then compete again after a break. Moreover, those who have won a game and then lost to other students are dissatisfied. Those who are unwilling will have a chance to challenge another winner. If they win, they can continue to move up the ranking.
However, if he loses in the first game, he will have nothing to do in the subsequent Qingyang Competition.
So Zhou Tingtong spoke up, but no one responded. Everyone looked at their classmates from time to time, hesitating what to do if they encountered a strong enemy in the first game?
It's not surprising to see that this week is different. The Qingyang Competition is held every year. It is like this every year. The first competition is always the most difficult and grueling. Therefore, in the first competition, they teachers are always more tolerant to their disciples.
But this time, this tolerance seemed to be greatly reduced. Zhong Ding let out a very unhappy snort, which immediately silenced all the disciples.
"No one wants to come, so I'll show my shame first."
Lin Ming jumped onto the stage and landed on the Lingyuan realm of the elite disciple group.
Her long hair spreads in the wind, looking quite unruly.
Seeing that his disciple came on stage first, Zhong Ding nodded slightly and looked much better.
"Who will compete with me?"
"Senior Brother Lin, I am overestimating my ability and want to ask Senior Brother for advice. Please be merciful."
Someone took the lead, and soon someone jumped out.
As an elite disciple, his spirit is only higher than others.
After the man came to the stage, he was neither humble nor overbearing in front of Lin Ming, and he held his hands in front of him as a courtesy.
Lin Ming chuckled and said, "Junior Brother Zhu Yan, it's not that I don't want to show you face. It's a bit difficult to be merciful here. Otherwise, you'd better admit defeat and let someone else come up to avoid getting hurt and embarrassed."
This was not the first time that Zhu Yan had interacted with Lin Ming. He knew Lin Ming's character well. He just smiled lightly when he heard the words and didn't take it seriously. He just saw him arranging his stance, with the long sword in his hand, and his sword intent bursting out.
Lin Ming put away his playful smile and smiled playfully, but his eyes flashed with caution.
Facing Zhu Yan, he did not dare to be careless. This junior brother's cultivation level was not inferior to his. They were both elite disciples and always had extraordinary abilities.
Both of them practiced the three techniques of Qingyang Yuyan Jue. The difference was that Zhu Yan followed the line of inheritance from his master, while Lin Ming understood it through Wu Shi. But it was also because of Wu Shi that Lin Ming only mastered it. Among them, there are two moves: running into the smoke and cutting off the water flow.
In comparison, both of them can be said to have their own advantages. It is difficult to know who will win without taking action.
Zhu Yan was full of strength as soon as he took action, and he rushed towards him with his sword raised, hot smoke billowing from his body, and the surrounding air was distorted by the heat, making his figure become crooked.
I saw the tip of his sword raised slightly, his wrist moving accordingly, and the tip of the sword making a circle, as if a round of setting sun was pressing down on him.
Tilt the sun!
Liu Zhen on the stage narrowed his eyes slightly when he saw this.
Zhu Yan's tilting sun was obviously different from Liu Zhen's, and the technique used was quite interesting. However, after just one glance, Liu Zhen lost interest in Zhu Yan's move.
Zhu Yan's move focused on imitating the form, but lacked understanding. Its power was greatly reduced compared to Liu Zhen's Tilt Yang.
However, Liu Zhen could see the pros and cons, but that didn't mean everyone could. Many third-generation disciples present brightened up and nodded secretly, seeming to be quite satisfied with the moves Zhu Yan used.
Liu Zhen subconsciously glanced at Qingyangzi and saw that Qingyangzi remained calm, so he calmed down and didn't reveal any clues.
Lin Ming was wary and did not dare to confront Zhu Yan who used the tilting sun.
He only understood the first two moves of the three techniques in the Qingyang Royal Flame Technique. Unless Wu Shi could understand Xianyang again in the future, he would probably miss this move, because according to the rules of the Qingyang Sect, if Wu Shi had If you get it, the teacher-teacher system in your sect will no longer be relevant to you.
The billowing hot smoke disrupted Lin Ming's vision, preventing him from accurately capturing Zhu Yan's figure.
Lin Ming's eyes narrowed, and the long sword thrust out, suddenly turning into hundreds of sword shadows. The sword pierced into the twisted air, and he stabbed many holes.
Run for the wolf smoke! !
Liu Zhen's pupils narrowed.
It can be seen from Lin Ming's move that it is powerful, and with an artistic conception that even he himself does not have, he goes forward indomitably, transforming thousands of troops, and Lin Ming is like the commander of these thousands of troops, with sword The point pointed at is arrogant.
"Is this the difference between Wu Shi and Shi Cheng?"
Liu Zhen murmured secretly, clenching his fists slightly.
If you choose one path, you will naturally miss the scenery on the other path.
But he has no regrets. He studied under Qingyangzi and learned the Benlangyan that Qingyangzi understood. There are many profound and mysterious things that Lin Ming does not have. He thinks that if he fights with Lin Ming, he will not lose. .
Thinking of this, Liu Zhen's clenched hands relaxed again.
Zhong Ding glanced sideways at Liu Zhen, then looked away and returned to the field.
The hot smoke dissipated and the space quickly returned to normal. Zhu Yan was seen retreating to the edge of the field. The right hand holding the sword was scarred and stained red with blood. At this time, he reluctantly raised the sword, but his right hand was shaking.
Lin Ming let out a long breath and secretly shouted that it was a good chance. He had saved his hand just now, otherwise Zhu Yan would have lost his right hand.
Zhu Yan looked at his right hand, smiled bitterly and shook his head, saying, "Thank you, senior brother, for your advice. I lost."
Lin Ming shook his head and said, "I was just lucky. I couldn't see your figure just now."
Zhu Yan was defeated and jumped off the field.
Lin Ming looked around and moved his lips slightly.
"Senior Brother Lin, it's me next."
Another person jumped out.
Lin Ming waved his hands repeatedly and returned to his playful smile, saying, "No, no, no, go find someone else. I spent a lot of time in the battle just now, and I don't have any extra energy to deal with you. I have to go down and rest first."
After saying this, without waiting for the other party's reaction, Lin Ming had already jumped off the field.
Lin Ming retreated without delay, causing a group of people to twitch their mouths. Then they couldn't help but look at Zhong Ding on the stage. As expected, Zhong Ding's face was as gloomy as if it was dripping water.
Ai Ling laughed, not giving Zhong Ding any face.
Zhong Ding's face turned darker and he glared at Lin Ming.
Lin Ming didn't look at him at all. He hid in the crowd and looked down at his toes, pretending not to know.
However, with Lin Ming taking the lead, more people soon came on the scene, not only the elite disciples, but also the mountain disciples and ordinary disciples.
Naturally, when someone comes on, someone will leave, eliciting bursts of exclamations.
Gu Chen's eyes flashed, but he discovered that although there were nine venues in the venue, several venues were always empty, and there were not even third-generation disciples of the Qingyang Sect to preside over them.
There were two venues like this for the Shanmen disciple group, one for the ordinary disciples, and two for the elite disciples.
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