As the presiding elder announced the start, many people in the square came out and came to the presiding desk one by one to draw out their numbers.
Cheng Ling looked around and saw that all of them were teenagers, and their cultivation levels were basically in the late stage of Qi refining. Only a few of them seemed to have relatively strong Qi, and they should have reached perfection. Among those disciples, Chen Lei and Liu Feng stood out.
The corner of his mouth twitched slightly. It's best not to let me meet these two guys, otherwise if I can't hold back for a while, I won't be able to keep a low profile.
The two of them also saw Cheng Ling and both looked joking. Chen Lei even stretched out his thumb and made a gesture on his neck, then gave him a playful look, meaning: clean your neck and wait to be slaughtered. !
Cheng Ling smiled lightly and gestured with his middle finger. Although they didn't understand what it meant, it was obviously not a good greeting. They were even more angry and determined to make him suffer in the following games.
Eighty-six disciples drew lots one after another, very quickly. After the last person drew, the presiding elder announced: "No. 1 vs. No. 86, the game begins!"
Immediately, the two teenagers jumped onto the ring one by one, got into a stance, and started fighting each other. Cheng Ling looked at his lottery number. It was number nine. It would be his turn in a few games, so he began to observe the competition in the ring so that he could feel the strength of others.
Two young men were going back and forth, one using swordsmanship, the other using bare hands and boxing. Cheng Ling guessed that one was from the sword hall and the other was from the martial arts hall. The masters of the two halls didn't seem to have a harmonious relationship, and the two disciples quickly became really popular.
The swordsmanship of the disciples of the sword hall is very regular, and every move is flawless. The power is displayed, but it is a pity that there is no change. Cheng Ling shook his head secretly. This was obviously a manifestation of rigorous practice. It is difficult to produce actual results by mechanically copying moves.
On the other hand, the young man in the martial arts hall, although his moves are very clear, there are very few traces of ax chiseling. From time to time, he will intersperse a few basic martial arts moves, which often catches people off guard.
Cheng Ling looked at it for a moment and knew that it was only a matter of time before the sword hall disciples failed.
Sure enough, in less than a moment, the martial arts disciple seized on the opponent's flaw and launched several quick attacks, which made the sword hall disciple panic. After trying to resist for a while, he hit several more blows in a row, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and fell down. Go down.
The presiding elder announced: "In the first game, No. 86 won, and the second game begins!"
The martial arts disciples walked off the stage, but the sword hall disciples could not move. The presiding elder waved his hand, and two disciples came on stage and lifted him off.
Cheng Ling asked Song Yingjie standing next to him: "Senior Brother Song, is there any conflict between your martial arts hall and sword hall? I think that senior brother is very heavy-handed!"
Song Yingjie nodded and said: "Junior brother should be immersed in training on weekdays! It can be said that the entire sect is aware of the conflict between our Wutang and Jiantang."
The two sides started fighting again on the ring. Cheng Ling glanced at it and saw that both sides were disciples of the Sword Hall, and their swordsmanship was not very good, so he stopped paying attention and turned around and said, "Senior brother, please give me some advice!"
Song Yingjie said: "Except for the great uncle Xuan Lingzi, the other three hall masters and sect masters in the four halls of the sect are all brothers of the same generation. Originally, the relationship between the four halls was pretty good, but decades ago, the original After the Martial Hall Master took the position of the sect leader, he changed."
"The sect master was originally from a martial arts hall?"
"Yes, the sect master was the master of the martial arts hall back then. Originally, the cultivation levels of several people were about the same. But that year, when several people explored the secret realm together, the sect master and my father got some opportunities, and their cultivation bases improved by leaps and bounds."
"And the friendship between the two of them is from the same sect, so they will advance and retreat together. Originally, the previous sect leader was the master of the Yijian Hall. After all, the name of the sect is the Sword Sect, and it has the most inheritance of swordsmanship. But I heard that the great uncle of Xuanshi was the sect leader at that time. Oppose it with all your strength and firmly support the then Master of Hall Xuan."
"Uncle Xuan Master is very senior and has never participated in sect battles. Once he spoke, the previous sect leader had to consider it. With my father's support, Master Xuan was finally made the sect leader, and my father became the martial arts master. The new master of the hall.”
Cheng Ling thought to himself: It seems that the master has long seen that the Chen family has bad intentions, so he strongly opposed Chen Hai becoming the leader of the clan. But this is good, at least in this way, the Chen family's power in the sect will be weakened, and there will be someone to share the pressure for him.
The game went very quickly. After all, these new disciples were young and had only a short time to practice. It was impossible for them to play a game for more than half an hour, and they didn't have that much physical strength.
Soon, it was Cheng Ling's turn. He picked up the sword and came to the ring, where he saw a young man wearing a white gown standing there, also holding a sword in his hand. Cheng Ling thought. Could it be that he was from Jian Tang? He was also a child of the Chen family, right?
The young man looked at Cheng Ling coldly and said, "So you are the traitor of the Chen family. Today, let me teach you a lesson on behalf of the family!"
Cheng Ling was speechless. How could these people be so self-righteous? They were the ones who had clearly expelled him, but now they wanted to beat him up and slander him as a traitor. His perception of the Chen family was even worse.
He held out two sword flowers in his right hand and said calmly: "Since you have decided to represent the family, I will collect some interest first!"
After saying that, he flicked the sword in his hand and stabbed straight through. The young man raised the sword in his hand, trying to block the blow. Unfortunately, Cheng Ling's sword was too fast. When he touched the sword, it was already at the end of the long sword, and the front edge of the sword instantly pierced through it. on his shoulders.
"Humph!" The young man grunted and quickly stepped back, trying to distance himself. But Cheng Ling didn't allow him to escape from the sword circle. He quickly followed up with two steps and slashed towards his arm. After all, he didn't want to kill anyone, he just wanted to make the other person suffer.
"Ah!" Severe pain came from his arm, and the young man couldn't help but exclaimed. He didn't expect that Cheng Ling's swordsmanship was so good. With only two swords, he couldn't dodge even one. Angry in his heart, he didn't care anymore, grabbed the sword and slashed at Cheng Ling indiscriminately.
He really thought he could kill the master with random punches. In fact, after watching the previous games, Cheng Ling knew that most of these disciples had only scratched the surface of their skills.
Whether it is swordsmanship, spells, or martial arts, they are all still very immature. Relatively speaking, the martial arts skills of the Wutang warrior in the first scene are considered superb.
He is different. The basic swordsmanship in his mind is several levels higher than others. Besides, Baiyun Swordsmanship and Lightning Swordsmanship have both been practiced to a great level. In his eyes, the young man's sword moves were full of flaws.
He also lost interest in fighting. Baiyun's sword skills were used, and within a few moves, he struck a sword across the young man's neck.
When the presiding elder saw it, he announced on the spot: "No. 9 wins, and the next game begins!"
Xuan Lingzi smoothed his messy beard with relief in his eyes. Song Hanyu said to him softly: "Uncle Xuan, your little disciple has good swordsmanship and solid basic skills. Congratulations!"
"Hehe~, this kid was always lazy, but if he really concentrates on training, he can still be a good guy!"
The conversation between the two was not loud, but it still did not escape Chen Hai's ears. He glanced at Chen Lei, with a trace of murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
Chen Lei nodded slowly, obviously understanding what he meant.
The game continued, and Cheng Ling finally saw Song Yingjie take action. I saw that he used a set of boxing techniques, strictly guarded his position, and was very powerful. In less than half a cup of tea, his opponent was knocked out of the ring.
His father nodded slightly, but Xuan Lingzi smiled and said: "Hanyu, Jie'er is actually very good, don't be too harsh!"
Song Hanyu smiled and said: "This guy does work hard, but his temperament is too gentle, like a girl, not like me at all, which makes me angry."
Xuan Lingzi was dumbfounded: "You think your fiery temper is good. I didn't see you getting into trouble less when you were young. From my perspective, Jie'er is much better than you."
Song Hanyu's cheeks were slightly red, and he smiled without refuting.
The game went very quickly. After an hour, the first round ended, leaving forty-three disciples. As a result, one of them was destined to have a bye.
The presiding elder fumbled around in the lottery tube for a while, showed a number and said: "The second round of competition begins. Number 9 has a bye in this round!"
Cheng Ling was stunned. He didn't expect to be so lucky. It was his turn to get a bye for the first time.
Chen Lei and Liu Feng looked over in disappointment, cursing in their hearts: This kid is really lucky to have a bye, but there are still several rounds to come, and he will suffer.
More than half an hour later, the second round was over. This time with Cheng Ling, eleven pairs of disciples were about to compete. The current lottery numbers are completely messed up, and they are all drawn randomly by the presiding elder.
"The first game of the third round, No. 6 Cheng Butong vs. No. 25 was awarded in vain."
Cheng Ling hesitated. The host was old and had a few teeth missing from his mouth, so his speech was a bit leaky. But what he heard in his ears was Cheng Batong's dialogue board...
"The second game of the third round, No. 15 Hong Zhong vs. No. 36 Erwan"
Red against 20,000...
"The third game, Zhu Ran vs. Niu Du"
Pig pen versus tripe…
"The fourth game, Liu Yuejing versus Xia Shiren"
Cheng Ling finally couldn't bear it anymore and burst out laughing. Everyone was confused and looked at him. He could only endure it, but his stomach was already in convulsions, and his face was green from holding back.
Thank you parents for giving me such a good name...!
No matter where this kid's thoughts wandered, it was his turn soon, and this time his opponent happened to be Liu Feng.
After the presiding elder made the announcement, Liu Feng quickly jumped onto the stage, stood on the stage, looked down at Cheng Ling, and said indifferently: "Cheng Ling, if you want to admit defeat directly, it's still too late."
But he saw Cheng Ling standing motionless in the audience, his face green, the corners of his mouth moving, bending slightly, holding his belly with his hands, and trembling constantly. Is this kid afraid of being like this when he sees me?
Only Xuan Lingzi could tell at a glance that he must be thinking about something inappropriate. After waiting for a while, he couldn't bear it anymore. He came to his side in an instant, slapped him in the face, and cursed: "You bastard!" No matter what dirty things you think about, it’s your turn, you know!”
