The selection competition for Junguan Academy is divided into three stages.
The first stage is from the 11th to the 21st of the first lunar month, a total of eleven days.
305 schoolchildren were divided into 25 groups of 12 to 13 people each.
The competition takes the form of a round-robin within the group, and everyone has to play one game every day. Those groups with 13 people will have two games a day.
Why only schedule one session a day?
The reason is that the cultivation level of these students is too low and they are all in the early stages of Qi training. According to the requirements of [Yunxiao Qi Movement Technique], in the early stage of Qi training, it is only suitable to practice for one hour a day, otherwise it will be too much.
With the meager magic power of these schoolchildren, one day is only enough for them to compete once. It wasn't until the next morning, after practicing again, that the mana in the body could be restored and it would be suitable for the next competition.
What about those two matches a day? The academy will give them an additional first-level low-grade Qi Restoration Pill. After taking this elixir, you can instantly replenish the depleted mana in your body and continue fighting.
Starting from the 22nd of the first lunar month, the competition will enter the second stage.
The top three of the 25 groups, as well as the 15 people selected by the school from the remaining people, a total of 90 people were divided into 15 groups, and the cycle within the group continued. In the end, the top two from each group, a total of thirty people, will be the final candidates to participate in the sect's entrance competition.
As for the third stage, from the 27th to the 30th of the first lunar month, these thirty people compete in order of strength.
This final score will be provided to the sect as a reference.
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On the night of registration, Yang Zhen was called over by the mountain chief.
When they met, the old man threw him a blue robe.
"This is a first-level low-level robe. Although you have no magic power, you cannot use it directly for defense. However, the material of this clothes contains red gold wire, which is tough and can help you weaken the damage of some low-level spells."
Yang Zhen caught the cassock but did not accept it.
"Thank you Lord Shanda for the generous gift. However, the boy already has a robe like this, and it is the kind that can actively neutralize spells."
He was talking about the snow silk clothing. However, the original piece was damaged by Zhu Baitu's blow and could no longer be used. He threw it in the space as a collection - after all, it was also something given to him by the little girl.
Later, he bought another one himself, a first-level top-grade one that could actively resist three attacks during the Qi training period. Each replacement requires three spirit stones.
"Actively counteract it? You kid, please don't break the rules!"
Yuan Shanchang said angrily: "This afternoon, where did you go when the rules of the competition were explained? Don't you know what can and cannot be used during the competition?"
Yang Zhen murmured in her heart, I originally planned to ask the little girl at night, didn't you call me here?
Of course, he could only keep these words in his heart. He lowered his head obediently and made a gesture of being scolded: "Please make it clear, Mr. Shanda."
"You," Yuan Shanchang said angrily: "I, the majestic president of the academy, personally...forget it, I will tell you a few key points, please listen to me!"
"First, you can't use talismans. Forget it, you can't use them anyway..."
"Second, the magic weapon you use cannot exceed your own level of cultivation. This is a bit open to you. You can use the first-level low-grade magic weapon like them."
"Third, the magic weapon cannot be reactive. This is what you just said. You cannot take the initiative to defend, you must activate your own magic power. Do you understand?"
Seeing that Yang Zhen still had a confused expression, Yuan Shanchang explained impatiently.
It turned out that, like the snow silk clothing Yang Zhen used, it had a small formation engraved on it. Through the spiritual stone attached to it, it can operate on its own when needed, so that it can automatically defend itself when attacked by spells.
Such a magic weapon consumes a lot of money, and you need to replace the spiritual stone or re-inject mana every once in a while. Of course, you can also use the mechanism above to stop it from running on its own.
The Black Iron Token that Mammy lent him at the beginning was actually designed in this way.
As for the worn Taoist robe worn by Yang Zhen in Qingluo Mountain, it has no such function. At that critical moment, Yiyi used her own magic power to help Yang Zhen block the fatal blow. It's just that the little thing's magic power is weak and he can't play the role of that Taoist robe properly. Otherwise, he would have no problem resisting a full blow from a newly promoted Zifu like Zhu Baitu.
Yang Zhen finally figured out the difference. So, my robe can no longer be used.
So he was no longer polite, and after thanking him profusely, he handed over the cassock.
"I don't have anything else to say," Yuan Shanchang waved his hand, not wanting to see him: "You guys, listen to me. If you want to enter the next round, in your group, you have to get me into the top six. ! In this way, I will reserve one of the fifteen places for you! Otherwise——
Wherever you come from, go back to where you came from! "
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On the twelfth day of the first lunar month, the competition begins.
Yang Zhen was assigned to the pruning group. In this group, there were two acquaintances of his.
One is Zhao Ying, who is currently at the second level of Qi training.
The other person is Chang Qingtong, the classmate who yelled at him when he moved. This person also has four spiritual roots and is also at the second level of Qi training.
In addition, this group also has a third spiritual root, which is perfect at the second level of Qi training.
Based on everyone's usual performance, the school will allocate two or three relatively strong students to each group. These three people are considered to be the strongest in the Shiqi group.
Unfortunately for Yang Zhen, she was scheduled to play in the first match on the first day of the Liqi group, and her opponent was Chang Qingtong.
The playing field is a high platform made of dirt that is five feet long and four feet wide. The 25 groups were arranged in five such venues.
Yang Zhen and Chang Qingtong stood in the center of the high platform, one foot apart. After the two greeted each other, they both stood still, waiting for the host to announce the start of the game.
The host is a teacher in the school, who is in the later stage of Qi training. There is also a foundation-building monk from the county temple standing next to him to prevent accidents.
About 60 schoolchildren, divided into five groups on this high platform, all stood in the audience to watch the game.
Naturally, these people would not remain silent, but would make discussions and noises one after another.
"I bet that Classmate Chang will win within ten breaths!" someone shouted loudly.
"Ten breaths? If you can do it with a spell, why do you need ten breaths?"
Someone else shouted from the audience: "Classmate Chang, you have to hurry up! Over there in the arena, Zhao Yue'er's competition is about to start. If it's late, you won't be able to catch up -"
The man's words caused a commotion. Some people turned their heads one after another, trying to see whether the game over there had started.
Others couldn't help but leave.
Chang Qingtong couldn't help but glance at the host, his face looking a little anxious.
The host had an expressionless face and slowly described the rules of the competition, such as "if you fall off the ring, you lose", "you can admit defeat if you can't beat" and so on.
There were boos below, and a few more people left impatiently to see Zhao Yue'er.
Finally, the host waved his hand and shouted: "The game begins!"
Chang Qingtong had already been reciting the mantra silently to accumulate mana. As soon as the host finished speaking, a fireball as big as a fist appeared in his hand.
Although this fireball is only about the size of a fist, the flames emitted by the explosion are enough to cover a person's whole body. Of course, as long as he is rescued in time, it will not cost his life.
He was secretly proud and was about to throw the fireball towards Yang Zhen.
Suddenly, his vision blurred, and the person on the opposite side had already rushed towards him.
He immediately stopped hesitating, raised his hand, and the fireball drew a red straight line and flew out.
"Boom", a group of flames rose up, and a pothole the size of a washbasin with black smoke appeared on the ground.
Chang Qingtong breathed a sigh of relief, but before he could feel happy, his eyes suddenly widened: Where are the people? Where did it go?
He secretly yelled "Oops" and was about to defend himself when a sharp pain came from the back of his head.
"Plop!" He fell to the ground and passed out.
In less than a breath, the outcome was decided, and Yang Zhen won!
