In the early morning, when the sun breaks through the clouds, it illuminates the continuous ancient buildings of Qintianjian.
A famous star officer and supervisor walked out of his residence and gathered in the dining hall to fill their stomachs in a hurry, preparing to go to the Grand View Terrace later.
But while eating, the atmosphere was obviously a bit depressing.
Although Ji Ping'an was in the limelight yesterday, it was just "nurturing his energy" after all.
Most of the attention, or the winner, of the Shendu Grand Prize still rests on the cultivators of the Nine Breaking Realm.
Qin Tianjian's seven players broke through to nine this year, and three were eliminated yesterday. Although there is still a chance of resurrection, if you lose, you lose.
"In today's second round, the top sixteen will be decided. I don't know how many of us will make it into the top sixteen." A female supervisor sighed and put down her chopsticks, not having much appetite.
The classmate next to me said:
"Senior Sister Luo can do it, provided your luck is not too bad. Senior Brother Wang is also very confident."
"But there are only two of them." The former held his chin in frustration and said angrily:
"It would be great if Senior Brother Ji also advanced to the ninth level."
A group of people around looked at this "Ji Ping'an fan girl" and were quite speechless.
I thought that although Senior Brother Ji was powerful, it was hard to say how many rounds he could survive in the Qi-nurturing realm.
What about Pojiu...
There is no way, everyone is still rational after all.
It's one thing to support your side emotionally, but it's another thing to judge intellectually.
In a dull atmosphere, a group of people finished breakfast and arrived near the west forest wall.
Under the organization of the officials, they gathered and prepared to set off. The five supervisors stood in front, but there was no "contestant" in sight.
"Hey, where are Senior Sister Luo and the others? Why haven't they come here yet?"
"I heard that they all spent the night at Liang Yi Hall last night, and the lights there were not extinguished all night."
"Ah... are you still training? But we only have one night, so why not take a good rest."
Amid the discussion, a queue in the distance finally arrived, and they were members of the Tianbang team headed by Ji Ping'an.
But compared to the solemnity and depression after yesterday's battle, most people were in high spirits and had high fighting spirit.
Although I stayed up all night, I didn't feel sleepy due to the nourishment of Xingshen Decoction.
This scene surprised many people, wondering what happened last night.
The five warlords knew it well, but couldn't explain it, so they immediately said: "Let's go."
A large group of people rushed to the Grand Viewpoint.
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On the second day of the Grand Prize Awards, the crowd near the Grand Viewpoint increased instead of decreasing.
Although it is inaccessible, being able to know the latest battle reports from inside in advance is enough to attract people to stay.
As for the Grand Viewpoint, the audience also had some new faces.
Many people have family businesses to take care of, so it is impossible to watch from beginning to end, but the number of people on the stage has not decreased at all.
Especially since Emperor Yuan Qing and other court officials were not present today, the atmosphere at the entire Grand Prize Awards scene was much more lively and relaxed. People were already talking about it before the major factions arrived.
The center of the topic is nothing more than who wins and who loses among the "star disciples" of each major sect.
"This morning, let's attack the Qi-nourishing realm first."
"I just want to know if Ji Sichen from the Qintian Prison can still win. I heard that he hasn't. His winning rate in the gambling shop yesterday was so high."
"Who knows, this lottery depends too much on luck. But I read the comments in the newspaper and they said that the reason why he won was because of his good tactics. But today, no one will underestimate the enemy anymore. I'm afraid it will be difficult."
"I think it's not difficult to get into the top sixteen at least. Qin Tianjian has hidden him so deeply, so he must be sure of it."
"You guys, you just think too much. It would be worthwhile to hide in the Pojiu Realm for a while, but why bother to nourish your energy? I bet he will sink into the sand today."
For a time, the stands were divided into two groups, holding opposite views, and no one could convince the other.
…
"You heard me, everyone is betting on whether you will win or lose today."
Under the pavilion of Qintian Prison, a group of star officials took their seats. They were wearing dark green official robes and their black hair was tied up. The female prisoner with good looks raised the corners of her mouth and whispered.
Ji Pingan said helplessly: "You shouldn't worry about me?"
Xu Xiurong let out a "hehe" and hummed: "It would be better if you lose, so that you know that there is someone other than the servant."
In her heart, she was certain that Ji Ping'an would win, well... In her opinion, at least until she reached the semi-finals, there should be no serious problems, unless she was too unlucky.
Ji Ping'an had a toothache and rubbed the ruler in his pocket, thinking that he should have been beaten more often.
The snack guy next to him was holding a cloth bag tightly with his two fat little hands, silently calculating how to arrange the food he brought today.
Then he turned to look at the two of them suspiciously: "Master, what are you two muttering about?"
At this moment, there was a sudden commotion from the stands. Several people looked over curiously and found a group of monks coming together at the entrance of the Grand Viewpoint.
The leader is the Snow Ting Monk.
"Hey, is it Master Xueting from Baita Temple? Did he also come to watch?"
"No wonder, I saw that there were empty seats in the imperial court."
The children and family members of the powerful people were talking a lot, and they were no strangers to this eminent monk, with respect in their tone.
It can be seen that although Xueting has been trapped in the divine capital for these years, it is difficult to promote Buddhism, but at least he is still quite popular among the powerful class.
Even many star officials of Qin Tianjian were surprised, and sects such as Daomen and Huaiyuan also stood up to greet him.
"Is he Xueting?" Mu Yaoyao's attention was diverted and she stared at the group of bald heads curiously, "It seems to be very famous."
Next to him, although he was Si Chen, Huang He, whose temperament was closer to that of a boy, was also a little excited and said:
"Of course he is famous. That is Master Xueting. It is said that when he was young, he was also a genius among Buddhists. He came to the divine capital to promote Buddhism and refused several invitations from the Emperor of the Southern Tang Dynasty. He is a true legend.
"Although he only has the cultivation level of Breaking the Nine Realms, that's because Baita Temple has no cultivation resources. It's not that he can't break through. In terms of his understanding of cultivation, he is by no means inferior to the prison princes. He is also a guest of the dignitaries of the divine capital. "
He felt excited about meeting his idol.
Ji Ping'an was slightly surprised. He didn't expect that the little monk back then had such a reputation now.
At this time, Master Xueting led the monks from Baita Temple into the shed prepared by the court.
Waiting for him to sit down, the familiar golden-armored guard below stepped out, and his loud voice overwhelmed the entire audience:
"quiet!"
The noisy discussion gradually subsided, and then came the familiar drawing and matching process, and the results were announced not long after.
Ji Ping'an's opponent was a musician from Molin, ranking in the middle of the list, neither high nor low.
For a time, countless eyes turned to him, looking forward to the competition between the two.
The main thing is to speculate whether Ji Ping'an can still win.
"Master, here you go." Huang He lowered his head and took out a bamboo sword from the sword box beside him.
This is the sword that Ji Ping'an sharpened when he was bored when he was first in prison. He used it to perform sword dancing in the courtyard and help Huang He to cultivate his Qi.
Later, it was thrown aside, and the visitors only thought it was a boring gadget, not thinking that this was what Huang He, the "boy with a sword", held.
"Is this what you use?"
Mu Yaoyao's eyes widened and she muttered a famous saying from the Imperial Master:
"Hold still and don't wave."
Xu Xiurong smiled and said:
"For wooden star officials, iron swords may not be as good as wooden swords."
Ji Ping'an stood up with a smile, looked at the fruits, tea, wine and other items placed on the table in front of her, and suddenly said:
"Warm a glass of wine and I'll be right back."
Warm wine?
Not knowing the allusion, the female prisoner blinked her beautiful eyes, waved her hand and the tea cup floated up on its own, filling the cup with wine.
Ji Ping'an, however, was already holding a wooden sword and entering the scene.
In the separated arena, the musician standing opposite was a woman with a slightly round face, holding a Yao Qin, and said with complicated eyes:
"Ji Sichen, long time no see."
Ji Ping'an was startled and looked at her carefully before reluctantly remembering that Bai Di was the one who registered for her martial arts performance that day.
"It's you." He smiled like a spring breeze.
The female musician looked solemn and said: "Today, I will not make the same mistake as Luo Ning, and I will try my best."
Ji Ping'an praised: "It should be so."
The loud voice of the golden-armored guard came:
"The contest begins!"
In an instant, in the oval-shaped arena, a monk with a peak reputation for nourishing qi was fighting.
The female musician did not hesitate, and the Yao Qin suddenly lay horizontally, and her ten fingers plucked the strings hard.
Amidst the sharp and harsh notes, half-moon-like light blades roared out, vowing to engulf Ji Ping'an.
…
In the stands.
Master Xueting's eyes were kind, and he heard Duke Lu Guo next to him say:
"Master, what do you think the chances of Ji'an Ping'an winning today are?"
Xueting Monk smiled and shook his head:
"I'm not as good as everyone else in the field, so I don't dare to say victory or defeat."
Next to him, the servant of the Ministry of official affairs, wearing an indigo official robe, smiled and said:
"Master, please don't be humble. Who doesn't know that Abbot Xueting has extraordinary eyesight? In previous gambling battles, Master was a victorious general."
Xueting waved his hand, cast his slightly cloudy eyes towards the field, and considered at the same time:
"According to what I see, Ji Sichen must be..."
The words have not yet finished.
On the arena that was covered by countless light blades, a female figure groaned in pain and flew out.
He couldn't hold an ancient Yao Qin in his hand, so he took it out and the strings snapped in mid-air.
When the flames dissipated, Ji Ping'an slowly sheathed his sword and raised his hand to hold it in the air. Ivy emerged from the soil and caught the female musician.
"Concession."
After that, he turned around and left.
The golden-armored guards were stunned for a moment before they came to their senses and announced loudly:
"Qin Tianjian, Ji Ping'an wins!"
At this time, Ji Ping'an, who was the first to walk out of the ring, had already stepped onto the steps, returned to the pergola, and under Xu Xiurong's complicated eyes, picked up the wine cup and drank it all in one gulp.
At this time, the people on the stage realized what was going on and let out noisy exclamations.
Before that, they had argued many times. Kerao was Ji Ping'an's supporter, and the best version he envisioned was also the way he could replicate the previous round with Luo Ning.
That is: win with tactics.
But what did they see? It was Ji Ping'an who transformed into a swordsman, using strange steps to break through the light blade. The female musician was caught off guard and fought hand to hand.
As we all know, when a "warlock" is approached by a "warrior", the outcome will probably not be pleasant.
"What happened? Why did you win now? Shouldn't Ji Sichen summon that puppet? Why did he rush up on his own... Isn't he a star officer?"
"Then what happened to Musician Molin? He was so frightened that he lost like this? How did he advance yesterday when he is so weak?"
"No...it's not that she is weak, it's that she used the method of fighting with normal star officers. But unexpectedly, Ji Sichen used the skills of a martial artist to fight. If that's all, but his body skills just now , it is clear that in the martial arts path, it is also extremely extraordinary."
Tingxue Louzhu, who was veiled and tall, said in a daze.
The master of the Broken Blade Sect next to him also narrowed his eyes slightly. As an orthodox warrior, he felt deeply:
"And that sword, if I read it correctly, is the Forgotten River Sword on the Rivers and Lakes."
How could a star official take the path of a martial artist?
It is difficult for a group of quacks to accept this.
"Master Xueting...this..."
Duke Lu Guo, the Minister of Civil Affairs and others looked at each other, and then looked at the old monk wearing a green robe.
But I saw the monk in the snow court was startled for a moment, then suddenly laughed and said:
"Using magic to fight swordsmen, using martial arts to kill musicians, aren't they the most royal methods?"
A group of people in the area where the other sects were located also fell silent.
No one expected that Ji Ping'an had accumulated experience in martial arts. Only Luo Huaizhu was not surprised. During the countless days and nights in Zhenlong Tower, she had seen Ji Ping'an's foundation in martial arts again and again.
"It's still a little bit worse," Ji Pingan was not satisfied, "This body is still too weak."
Martial arts masters, after all, still need a strong enough body.
Although he had taken drugs to make his current body much tougher than it appeared.
Otherwise, he would not have been able to fight with the Tsing Yi servant in the first place.
But it was still too weak. In order to deal with the opponent in one fell swoop, he secretly used a trace of Taibai Star's power, but under the concealment effect of "Taiyin", the musician was not aware of it.
There were only a group of practitioners fighting in the ring with a helpless smile, finding that the limelight was once again taken away by Ji Ping'an.
It wasn't until the morning's competition ended that the five major sects unexpectedly discovered that Qin Tianjian's star officials had a particularly high winning rate, and their performance seemed to be stronger than yesterday.
However, given that Qin Tianjian's performance in Yangqi Realm was not bad, people didn't think much about it and just thought it was the advantage of playing at home.
"It doesn't matter. Just wait for the nine-level martial arts competition in the afternoon and eliminate those people from Qin Tianjian."
The great painter Gao Mingjing comforted the crying female musician.
The latter felt extremely wronged:
That Ji Ping'an didn't talk about martial arts and attacked her, a female musician who had been practicing for two and a half years.
…
noon.
Relevant news continues to spread throughout the city.
After learning that Ji Ping'an had broken the Yao Qin with his sword, the gate of the gambling house burst into wailing wailing.
Only a few people, such as the unlucky man yesterday, laughed and became the few winners.
However, in comparison, more people are paying attention to the top 16 promotion match that broke through the nine realms in the afternoon.
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afternoon.
Before the competition was about to begin, the area where the imperial court was located expanded the seating area and invited the "elders" of the five major sects to sit together.
Li Guofeng and other eunuchs, Taoist priests led by Chen Daoling, Luan Yu, Gao Mingjing, Zhang Fuzi and others were sitting together, and Xueting monk also stood up and came over.
"Hey, what were the prisoners doing in the past?" Mu Yaoyao asked in confusion.
Huang He explained: "It should be a gambling part."
"Betting fight?"
"Well, probably, every big prize, these big shots will get together and bet on the results of the competition. It is a traditional game, but it does not simply bet on the victory of one's own sect disciples, but before the fight begins, The guessing process, not the result, is what everyone’s eyesight is compared to.”
Huang He's eyes showed no concealment of envy and longing:
"Anyone who can sit at that table is a real big shot."
Mu Yaoyao glanced at the table filled with royal tributes, delicacies and delicacies:
"Can we get there?"
The middle-aged Si Li next to him said speechlessly:
"What are you thinking about? Not to mention you, even us Si Li, our status is too low. Even geniuses like Luo Huaizhu are not qualified to serve."
The broad-minded female Sili sighed and said:
"Yes, if I have a chance to have a seat under that shed in this life, it will be worth my life."
As they were talking, they suddenly noticed that Master Xueting glanced this way, and then said something to the people around him.
Then, a guard wearing armor and sword rushed over, raised his hand towards Ji Ping'an and said:
"Ji Sichen, Master Xueting, please come over and sit down."
(End of chapter)
