Three days later, another grand competition ushered in at the square where Cheng Ling participated in the rookie competition.
At this time, the square has undergone great changes. The competition arena in the center is even larger, with four confinement pillars surrounding it, and a semicircular light shield covering the arena. Even the floor of the arena is made of refined steel.
It was obviously because the people participating in the competition were too advanced in cultivation, so it was tailor-made to avoid accidentally injuring the disciples and damaging the arena.
Many seats were built around the arena for the convenience of the disciples to watch. There is a defensive formation around the seats. The seats are in the middle, with two rows of tables and chairs, and four seats in the upper and lower rows.
When Cheng Ling came to the square, many disciples were already sitting on the seats, and they were all excitedly discussing with each other to support their choice of sect leader.
In front of the arena, there were several disciples standing aside, including Cheng Yanbing, Cheng Hongyi, Cheng Zhenghong, Song Yingjie, and Liu Ming. There are also a few new faces, presumably the newly recruited Cheng Honggang and others.
As soon as Cheng Ling approached the ring, there was a "buzzing" sound in the audience.
"Look, isn't that Cheng Ling? He has been missing for six years and is finally back today?"
"Yes, it is indeed him. Back then, he was the first disciple to build a foundation. Looking at his current strength, he should not be underestimated. He should be capable of seizing the position of sect leader."
"Tch, he has been missing for six years. He is a casual cultivator outside. How can he improve as quickly as he practices in the sect? He is definitely no match for the disciples of my martial arts hall."
"It's a pity that Senior Brother Chen Mo died unexpectedly while out training, and Senior Brother Chen Song abstained from voting. Our sword hall's reputation has been greatly reduced."
"Fortunately, the Supreme Elder has accepted Liu Ming as his disciple. I heard that he has reached the realm of perfect golden elixir. This time, he will surely win the position of sect leader!"
"You are so bold. Have you asked Senior Brother Ling Xiao? He has already reached the perfection of the golden elixir. Isn't he still Liu Ming's opponent?"
"Okay, stop talking. The Supreme Elder and the Hall Masters are out!"
While the disciples were arguing, eight people filed into the arena, with Liu Qingyan at the head and sitting in the middle of the back row. Several other Supreme Elders also took their seats one by one. After several hall masters waited for the Supreme Elder to sit down, they humbly took the seats in the front row. It was indeed a strict hierarchy!
Cheng Ling looked up and saw that the other three hall masters were all old faces. Sword Hall Chen Hai was dead, but he didn't know who would succeed him.
Song Yingjie was on good terms with him and knew that he was indifferent to what was going on outside the window, so he introduced: "The person who replaced Hall Master Chen was an elder of the sword hall from the previous generation named Liang Fa. There are four supreme elders behind him, from From left to right are Yang Sen, Liu Qingyan, and Xiao Yan. As for the sect master, you should know him!"
Cheng Ling smiled, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Not bad, your cultivation has improved very quickly, surpassing Chen Song and the others."
Song Yingjie looked bitter and said, "My father has been very strict in the past few years and always forced me to practice. I just managed to break through to the late stage of Jindan last month."
Cheng Ling shook his head. Song Hanyu hoped that his son would become a successful man, so he forced his son to retreat all day long, but he lacked actual combat experience. Song Yingjie's actual combat ability is probably at the bottom. He hopes he won't be injured in the competition.
He had no choice. How could he, an outsider, have any say in the matter of his father and son?
At this time, Xuan Wuxiang stood up and said loudly: "Disciples, our sect broke through Nascent Soul half a month ago, and the position of the sect leader will be given to someone else. After discussions with several princes, I decided to hold a succession ceremony within the sect. Compare."
"Now, the participants are at the edge of the ring, coming from various halls, including Liu Ming, Yang Xu, and Liu Wen from the sword hall; Cheng Yanbing, Cheng Hongyi, Cheng Zhenghong, Cheng Honggang, and Cheng Hongjie from the martial arts hall; Ling Xiao, Song Yingjie, and others from the martial arts hall. Xiao Yan, Xiao Xu; the last one is Zhentang Cheng Ling."
"These thirteen people will participate in the Sect Master Succession Competition. Now, I will announce the rules of the competition as follows: Ten
Three disciples draw corresponding numbers and compete in pairs. The winner is the next sect master. During the competition, there are no restrictions on the means, but heavy blows are not allowed. If found, it will be immediately judged as a loss! "
Several participating disciples breathed a sigh of relief. This was good. If they all took heavy action, many people would die. Presumably several Supreme Elders also considered that the participants were all elites of the sect, and no matter who was lost, it would be a loss, so they made such a rule.
At this time, Ling Xiao spoke and asked: "I dare to ask the sect master, there are thirteen disciples participating in the competition, how should they fight."
Xuan Wuxiang glanced at him and said: "For those of us who practice Taoism, one of the most important things is the strength of our cultivation. The more valuable ones are chance and luck. If a person's chance and luck are strong, he can get twice the result with half the effort at any time, and the path of Taoism will also be the same. Walking on a smooth path will help the sect even more!"
"Therefore, although there is one more disciple participating in the competition, it does not matter. At that time, all participating disciples will step forward to draw lots. The two disciples with the same number will naturally become the two sides of the duel, and the last one will get a bye."
There was a lot of discussion in the audience. Judging from this, two disciples will have a bye. That would be great luck. They recalled that when the newcomers competed, Cheng Ling had a bye in two rounds, and they all looked strange.
Cheng Zhenghong and Song Yingjie both looked at Cheng Ling playfully and said, "Junior Brother Cheng, you won't be so lucky this time and get a bye!"
They still have fresh memories of that year when the rookie Wang Dabi and Cheng Ling had two byes and easily entered the top six.
Cheng Ling smiled and said, "I don't know either. At worst, you draw lots first and I'll be the last one, okay?"
Liu Ming looked at Cheng Ling and felt that the figure seemed familiar. In the battle with him a few months ago, Cheng Ling did not reveal his true face, so he could not be sure that it was Cheng Ling who made him miss the romantic night in the bridal chamber.
Xiao Yan and Xiao Xu's eyes flashed coldly, and then moved away instantly, but their eyes were sensed by Cheng Ling. He wondered in his heart, what was going on with these two people? Do they know him?
Cheng Honggang and Cheng Hongjie didn't care at all, as if the other participating disciples were just decorations, their faces were almost raised to the sky!
Everyone behaved differently, and Xuan Wuxiang announced: "The drawing of lots has begun!"
Ling Xiao was the first to step forward. In the Wuxiang Sword Sect, he was the senior brother. He had always been very arrogant and did not take others into consideration at all.
Soon, he finished drawing lots and showed a ball with the word "three" written on it, which was obviously the player in the third game.
The remaining disciples stepped forward one by one, each drew out their own lottery numbers, and showed them to the big guys on the podium.
After all the twelve disciples had finished drawing, the audience in the auditorium and several big guys on the podium looked at Cheng Ling in surprise, unable to say a word for a long time.
Cheng Zhenghong and Song Yingjie shook their heads and smiled bitterly. Cheng Ling's luck was really unlucky.
I saw that the twelve people in the field had all drawn their corresponding lottery numbers, namely:
Cheng Yanbing versus Song Yingjie;
Liu Ming versus Cheng Hongyi;
Ling Xiao to Liu Wen;
Cheng Honggang versus Yang Xu;
Cheng Hongjie versus Xiao Yan;
Cheng Zhenghong versus Xiao Xu;
Cheng Ling gets a bye!
He was very happy and this was such good luck. However, he still politely asked Xuan Wuxiang: "Sect Master, do I need to smoke again?"
Damn it, I’ve confirmed it all, and I’m still trying to figure it out. Could it be that this guy is really God’s brother-in-law? Liu Qingyan smiled softly, this disciple that Senior Brother Xuan accepted is indeed very interesting, I really want to take him as my disciple!
The other seven bosses all looked like they were constipated. They were holding their breath, their faces turned red, and they couldn't say a word.
In the audience, a disciple from the formation hall laughed loudly and said: "Senior Brother Cheng is indeed extraordinary. The rules of the sect master seem to be tailor-made for him. I bet that it will be him who gets a bye in the next round!"
"Oh, shit, luck will come to an end. I don't believe he can have two byes in a row. I'll bet you one hundred thousand spiritual stones."
"Just bet, I'm afraid you won't succeed!"
Immediately, a disciple who knew the opportunity shouted loudly: "Come on, come on! If you want to bet, come to me. I will be the banker today and bet on whether Cheng Ling will get a bye in the next round. If he gets a bye, he will pay five, if he does not, he will pay three. No one has placed a bet, it’s a rare opportunity!”
This is all open!
The corner of Xuan Wuxiang's mouth twitched a few times. Such a guy, if he doesn't practice well on weekdays, he will engage in some crooked ways. Wait, I am still the sect master now, I will take care of you when this is done.
But he never thought that after this was over, he would no longer be the sect leader...!
He was secretly angry, so he had better announce the start of the game quickly and get back to the topic! Then he said loudly: "The competition begins, the first game, Cheng Yanbing vs. Song Yingjie!"
Cheng Yanbing and Song Yingjie both jumped onto the ring and started fighting without saying a word.
Cheng Ling hid behind the participating disciples, his stomach almost hurting from laughing. He also didn't expect that his luck would be so unfavorable to the heavens. Is it true that as the master said, it was a kind of momentum. With the blessing of heaven, the momentum would only get stronger and stronger?
He also heard someone in the audience betting on whether they would get a bye at the opening, and he thought that he would give it a try.
When he came to the auditorium, he asked loudly: "Senior brother, can I place a bet?"
Everyone was stunned. In this situation, the real owner came to place bets in person? The disciple who opened the deal said, "I don't dare. If Senior Brother Cheng bets, I'll take it too. Are you betting that you will get a bye, or not?"
"I bet on myself to get a bye, what a bet... Yeah! Just bet on 100 million spirit stones!"
Everyone gasped. One hundred million spirit stones was an astronomical figure. Their bets were only tens of thousands, which was only one million. The man in custody was a direct descendant of the Cheng family and had a rich net worth. This time there is 100 million. If the bet is successful, the person who opened the market will not be able to compensate even if he sold himself.
The opening disciple was stunned for a while, and it took him a long time to wake up, and said tremblingly: "One hundred million, this is too much, junior brother can't afford to pay!"
"One hundred million is a lot?" Cheng Ling wondered. This was why he had so much fun plundering in Luoye City during this period. He got a total of 7.2 billion, and he took the 1.2 billion himself, leaving the rest to Xi Yan.
Everyone was completely defeated. One hundred million was not much, so how many spiritual stones would be needed? Throw them all out, and I'm afraid the whole arena wouldn't be able to contain them.
Cheng Ling was depressed. The one who opened the handicap didn't dare to accept the bet, so didn't he have to test it?
At this moment, a voice came: "It's only 100 million, I'll bet you!"
Cheng Ling turned around and saw Liu Ming slowly walking over and speaking to him contemptuously.
"Oh, so Senior Brother Liu is willing to accept this bet?"
"Yes, but 100 million is too little. Let's just bet 1 billion!"
There was a gasp in the audience.
Cheng Ling secretly laughed, this kid didn't look at Cheng Yanbing, just to find trouble? But if you come to give spirit stones, I don’t mind taking some. Even if I lose, I can go back to Luoye City to ask Xi Yan for it!
He said: "Let's do this, Senior Brother Liu, I only have a total of 1.2 billion spirit stones, so we will bet 1.2 billion. If I still get a bye in the next round, I will win. If I don't get a bye, of course I will lose!"
Liu Ming laughed loudly and said calmly: "Don't worry, my southern Liu family will not care about this little spiritual stone, just admit defeat obediently!"
