The first game of the competition is the draw.
Everyone must go to the light ball to draw numbers. Those who draw the same number will fight against each other. The winner will be determined by one game. The loser will be eliminated directly and will not have a second chance.
The first game was a battle of the same realm. Zhong Lingge came to the light ball in the middle stage of Qi refining and injected a bit of spiritual power to stimulate the light ball. A uniform white light drilled out of it, forming a line of ancient literary figures floating in front of her.
Number six hundred and twenty-two.
"There is no corresponding number yet, next one!"
Deacon Jindan, who was guarding in front of the light ball, waved his hand to tell her to step back. The glowing numbers disappeared. Zhong Lingge got into the crowd and began to search for Lan Siyue.
Messaging is not allowed here, and like the city, you cannot use your spiritual consciousness to scan around. She and Lin Xiaojiu can only use their eyesight to search among the crowd.
"Hey, I found it! How did you get it so quickly!" Zhong Lingge's eyes were sharp and he saw a familiar figure on a ring with the formation illuminated. He looked closely and saw that it was indeed Lan Siyue.
After walking forward for more than ten steps, Lin Xiaojiu had a clear view of the stage. "Wow, Si Yue is so powerful. She must be a disciple of the Nine Heavens inner sect against her. She won't have the slightest advantage!"
"Of course, Siyue will win." Zhong Lingge may not believe in her own strength, but she will definitely trust Lan Siyue's.
The long sword rotated extremely fast in mid-air in the ring, and the white light was dazzling.
Xuanyuan's first sword technique, the wind rises.
The white sword flew through the air, creating a mysterious trajectory. The spiritual energy in the arena formation stirred up a whirlpool, and the pressure was suffocating.
The swordsmanship moves one after another. The monks watching in the audience can only see the afterimage of the sword light and cannot capture the moves at all.
"She is really an outer disciple of Xuanyuan? Why is she suppressing the inner disciples of Jiuxiao and beating her?"
"It seems to be the best "Xuanyuan Sword Technique" in their sect, but I'm not sure. I'll take another look."
"Senior Brother Kang! You fight back! I don't believe you can't beat Xuanyuan Outer Sect! You deliberately acted like suppressing first and then rising, and pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger, right? Just talk!"
The disciple surnamed Kang who was fighting with her heard the shouts from her fellow disciples outside and wanted to rush out, drag them in and throw them to Lan Siyue.
For some reason, the female cultivator he faced this time used Xuanyuan Sword Technique very brutally, and he couldn't resist it at all. It's not that he doesn't want to fight back, it's that the successive attacks force him to be unable to fight back and can only keep dodging and defending.
He was retreating steadily, his blood was rising, and he was about to lose to an outer sect. He was so unwilling and angry that he shouted outside the formation regardless of his face: "Jiuxiao disciple Kang Liang requested to test the opponent's weapon! The disciple has reason to suspect her of cheating!"
The elder outside closed his eyes, and the old god said: "The magic weapon is normal and I have never cheated."
From the beginning to the end, Lan Siyue was as calm as a Qi Refining monk. No matter how much praise he received from below or how rude his opponents said, his mood was not affected.
As soon as the nineteenth move of Xuanyuan's sword technique was launched, the long sword was like a silver-white crescent moon hanging high above the arena, and the light was like thousands of spikes rushing towards Kang Liang from all directions.
boom--
Kang Liang's defense failed this time. His chest hurt, he vomited out a mouthful of blood clots, his eyes darkened and he lost consciousness. The arena formation suddenly lit up with a dazzling white light, expelling those who were seriously injured, signaling the end of the battle.
The elder sitting nearby announced loudly: "On the ninth stage, Xuan Yuan Zong Lan Siyue wins."
Zhong Lingge and Lin Xiaojiu were even happier than Lan Siyue on the stage. One kept conveying his joy, and the other had a smile on his face, jumping up and down and waving to Lan Siyue.
"Just as I was about to look for you, my number matched." Lan Siyue jumped off the stage, not caring that Zhong Lingge had caused a lot of hatred, and strode up to stand in front of her.
Zhong Lingge smiled and congratulated: "It hasn't been long since I last saw you. Your swordsmanship has improved again. I can't even see your moves clearly if I lose my mind for a moment!"
Lan Siyue pursed her lips and smiled. She couldn't bear the praise, so she nodded shyly. "I've been practicing a lot lately. Let's go over there."
There were the most people around the ring, so the two simply walked to the maintenance area and found an open space to sit down and talk about the current situation.
The topic gradually became personal, and the two simply stopped talking and began to communicate with Lin Xiaojiu among the three of them.
Zhong Lingge had been waiting for the opportunity, and finally found the right time to mention the auction to her.
"I sold our Fireflies amber, and when the competition is over and find a safe place, I will share the spirit stones with you. You don't know, I picked up a big leak in this auction, and I was extremely lucky! "
"Oh? Did you buy your favorite treasure at a low price?"
"What a great opportunity! Map fragments of the ancient battlefield ruins! Have you heard about the battle between the human race and the demon cultivator in Tai Chi? I heard that the battlefield ruins formed a small space, and you have to get the map to find the specific location. I was lucky enough to encounter it this time No one has snatched one from me yet!"
After Zhong Lingge finished speaking, he saw Lan Siyue's eyebrows raised slightly, and his expression was dazed for a moment.
"Is this rumor true? I always thought it was false. In fact, I also have a so-called map fragment in my hand. I bought it from a street stall in the gathering place. The stall owner lied to me and said that it was a map of the monk's palace. After buying it, I found out that it was not .”
Lan Siyue didn't hide anything. She described the appearance and contents of the map fragments. If there weren't so many people here, she would have taken them out to Zhong Lingge for comparison.
But Zhong Lingge knew without comparison that what they both had in their hands was genuine.
"I think it's almost the same as the one I bought, but judging from the shape, there should be one piece missing."
"Then let's look more carefully when traveling in the future. Maybe we can get it all together one day."
While the two were talking, Number 622 appeared above the No. 12 ring.
"It's my turn."
"I'll accompany you."
"And me! I'll accompany you too!"
As soon as he reached the 12th ring, Zhong Lingge couldn't help but mutter: "It's a narrow road for enemies."
The female cultivator in the middle stage of Qi refining standing above was wearing the inner uniform of the Immortal Cauldron Sect, and her face looked like she had seen a ghost.
Last time I encountered the Xianding Sect in the city, who was surrounding and cursing Wu Guiyi, among them was this female disciple with a cold eyebrow and cold eyes.
As soon as Zhong Lingge jumped up, the other party deliberately showed a disdainful expression.
"Immortal Cauldron Sect Bai Yuqi, please give me some advice from the famous Zhongdao Friend in the lower realm!"
"I don't have time to teach you what to do?"
Zhong Lingge launched the Linglong Tower and started fighting as soon as he said it was about to start. It was completely different from the other arenas where he just exchanged a few pleasantries. The gray-white light filled the stage, and even the tower's attack trajectory and method could not be seen clearly below.
In just over ten breaths, Bai Yuqi was judged by the formation to be insufficient for a fight and was pushed out directly.
"." Zhong Ling singer asked Xiaota, feeling a little stuffed. She hadn't even brought out the Nine Yin Boa to scare everyone, but it was over like this?
The people of Xianding Sect really don’t need to be beaten!
Zhong Lingge jumped off the ring, grinned at Lan Siyue, and suddenly an ungrateful voice from a Nascent Soul female cultivator sounded in the sea of consciousness.
(End of chapter)
