Above the clouds, there is an immortal stroking his palms and smiling.
"Interesting, interesting. That little girl is a disciple of which peak. It's really interesting." The handsome and elegant scholar-like monk in a Confucian shirt sat upright on the cloud, holding his chin with one hand, smiling, and his words were full of interest.
The beauties in palace attire and the old man holding a wooden staff looked at the handsome scholar's line of sight, and their eyes fell on the first arena, the girl who quietly played tricks on the disciples.
Seeing this, the beauty in palace clothes pursed her lips and smiled, with bright eyes and bright teeth.
The rickety old man holding a wooden staff had a long beard, and his skin was like brown bark, full of wrinkles. His old but energetic eyes stared at the girl on the ring, his long eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and he said lightly, " Little Doyle.”
There was no obvious like or dislike in his tone, but it was obvious that he didn't want to see such means.
Hearing this, the handsome scholar and the palace-dressed beauty looked at each other and smiled. They both stopped mentioning the topic and turned to look at other arenas. In each arena, there were always one or two interesting disciples.
Either they have outstanding martial arts, or they have a flexible mind, or they have superb skills, or they have profound cultivation, there is always something that can attract these seniors.
Every year there is a competition in the inner mountain, there will inevitably be peak masters from the twelve main peaks. This year’s competition for the quota of the ancient battlefield, it is the turn of the masters of Yunlan from Liangyi Peak, Zhenjun Jingxi from Feihua Peak, and Lord Aoki of Otogi Peak.
As one of the few Nascent Soul female cultivators, the three people sitting above the clouds and the beauties in palace attire must be True Monarch Jingxi from Feihua Peak.
As for Lord Aoki of Yimu Peak, he is easy to recognize. The wooden staff he holds in his hand, his complexion and skin, and even his dark green robe are all clearly revealed.
Then, the remaining handsome scholar is naturally Zhenjun Yunlan from Liangyi Peak.
True Lord Yunlan likes to travel around the world and make friends all over the world. Although he looks like a scholar, he is very cheerful and informal.
As for True Lord Aoki, he is very much like an old tree. He is calm and stable. He prefers silence to movement. He stays in the cave to practice all the year round. As a person, he is a bit stubborn. He also looks very much like an old man who can only see the circle above his head. Shu likes well-behaved disciples.
The two opinions are just different personal preferences, and have nothing to do with whether they are right or wrong.
And on the stage at this time.
After Lingchu sneak attacked nearly ten disciples, he put away his special features and concentrated on avoiding the chaotic various spells, and his performance was inconspicuous.
In just a moment, nearly thirty people had been eliminated in this arena without even realizing it.
There are those in the early stage of foundation building, some in the middle stage of foundation building, and even one in the late stage of foundation building.
The number of people with cultivation levels on the stage has been disrupted.
Then there is no need to continue sneak attacks. You only need to lower your sense of presence, wander in the ring, and quietly wait for the number of people on the ring until half of them are present.
Lingchu thought that her movements were very concealed, but she never thought that every move she made would fall in the eyes of the three Nascent Soul Lords above the clouds.
Among the seven arenas, the arena where Lingchu was located was the first to complete half of the tasks.
Because of Lingchu's sneak attack, the fights started earliest and most passionately in this arena, and the winner was decided the fastest.
Some disciples even got angry and beat down a few more disciples because they didn't know they had enough people.
After some calculations, in the arena where Lingchu was standing, there should have been forty-four people who finally succeeded in entering the next round, but now, there were only forty people.
This was because the senior brother who established the Dzogchen Foundation spoke and everyone stopped.
In the arena where the fight was originally in full swing, everyone suddenly stopped. For a moment, it felt a little awkward. Everyone looked left and right, and their eyes met the fellow disciples who had just attacked each other, with a bit of hostility on their faces.
As soon as it was over, Jin Dan, the real person in charge of the arena in the sect, flew up to the arena and registered the remaining disciples one by one. These disciples were the ones who passed the first round and entered the second round. Disciple of Wheel.
The competition between the monks started quickly, and the intervals in between were not short. The interval between each battle was half a month, and it took one month to officially select fifty disciples.
Then you can prepare and set off to where the ancient battlefield space passage is.
The gap of half a month is naturally because the competition between monks often varies in severity. It is not surprising that it takes half a month to heal and adjust the state.
The first round ends today, and the second round will be half a month later. The specific content of the competition will not be announced until the second round begins.
After Master Jin Dan finished recording, the disciples in the arena whose results had been determined can naturally leave. However, whether they were those who passed or those who were eliminated, not many left, and most of them still stayed. On the Taoist Arena, they watched the competitions in several other arenas.
The eliminated disciples were just watching the fun and watching the results.
The disciples who passed the competition naturally wanted to know more about other disciples. Only by knowing themselves and the enemy can they be victorious in every battle. They also wanted to see if there were any noteworthy disciples in other arenas.
Who knows, they will become opponents in the next few rounds.
Naturally, Lingchu did not leave, but Shi Shiran stood on the Taoist stage, looking at the remaining stages that were also inseparable.
His eyes focused on several arenas where people he knew were present.
"Ah!" With an exclamation, a petite figure flew out from a ring.
Lingchu's eyes narrowed and he looked at the figure. The spiritual power in his body moved slightly and he flew to the side of the figure.
Her black hair was slightly curled, exuding a faint burnt smell, and was a little short. It was obviously burned by the fire technique of an unknown fellow disciple, and her originally clean and tidy clothes were wrinkled.
Lingchu looked at the girl with baby fat face in front of him and couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Yu Xiaoxiao was clenching his fists and staring at the ring with blazing eyes. When he heard the crisp laughter, his face suddenly fell. He looked at the girl beside him with clear eyes and a smile like a flower, and pouted. Said, "Senior Sister Yu! You are laughing at me."
Hearing the resentment in the words, Lingchu quickly suppressed the smile on his face, his clear eyes were full of luster, he touched Yu Xiaoxiao's slightly curly hair, and said solemnly, "How could that be? I'm thinking, our little junior sister is really amazing, we can persist for such a long time."
This is true. Yu Xiaoxiao has just established the foundation, and it is indeed very good to be able to persist until now.
Yu Xiaoxiao had no intention of choosing to go to the ancient battlefield. He signed up for this competition just to join in the fun. It didn't matter whether he passed or not.
Hearing Senior Sister Yu's praise, Yu Xiaoxiao's bright eyes curved into crescent moons, sweeping away the previous resentment and the anger of being burned.
He turned to pull Lingchu with a smile and watched the remaining arenas together. From time to time, he and Lingchu murmured and analyzed the disciples who had some reputation in the inner mountain.
