The participating disciples drew lots one by one. Xue Tong's eyes lit up, and when he saw Huang Qing, he took out a lot with a serious smile.
"This thief is here too!" Xue Tong cursed secretly.
Except for Hong Tianyou, there were no acquaintances in the outer group, so Xue Tong's eyes naturally focused more on the handyman group.
The promotion of the handyman to the outer sect is more urgent than that of the outer sect to the inner sect, so the number of people who sign up is far greater. However, in the competition, the changes are much less than in the outer sect martial arts arena.
In battles between handymen, the winner is often determined within a few moves. Ten battles are quickly over, and most of them are knocked down with one punch or knocked over with a palm; either the weapon is knocked into the sky and the person shouts to admit defeat, or he is knocked off the ring by basic spells and is directly sentenced to death. burden.
Xue Tong waited for Xiong Jing to come on stage, paying attention to what was happening on the other side with one ear.
Waves of applause came from the outer disciple arena. On the arena, a medium-sized man in green, holding a green-edged sword, was facing a burly red-haired man.
The red-haired strong man held a mace in his hand and swung it hard. The mace cracked through the air with an astonishing force.
The Qingfeng sword of the man in Tsing Yi seemed to be thin, but he dexterously swung out cyan light spots. The light spots actually absorbed all the power of the mace, but the sword made a buzzing sound, indicating that it was under heavy pressure. upper limit.
The man in Tsing Yi wandered around, no longer fighting head-on. The red-haired man did not change his moves. He just swung the mace fiercely, each move harder than the last. He did not worry about running out of physical strength and mana under the opponent's attrition tactics.
The mace stirred up the strong wind, and the circle became bigger and bigger. The man in Tsing Yi was tired of avoiding it, and gritted his teeth with an embarrassed look on his face. His sleeves shook slightly, and sixteen shadow arrows shot into the wind circle of the mace.
"Bang bang!" The arrow shattered into pieces, scattering a large amount of yellow-green dust.
"Putting poison! Is it allowed?"
"Permitted, as long as the antidote is provided in time and it is not fatal or disabled."
The red-haired man seemed to have disappeared, and the mace burst into flames, like a lit torch, and slammed down. The man in gray could not avoid it, and he tried his best to block with his sword.
"Crack" The Qingfeng Sword was smashed in pieces, and the man in Tsing Yi rolled out, his face as white as paper, he covered his chest and spurted out a large mouthful of blood.
The director of the martial arts hall who oversaw the battle raised his flag and loudly announced: "Lu Feihu wins!"
Lu Feihu opened his mouth and spat out a pill the size of a grape. Half of the white pill had turned black.
"I should have known someone would indiscriminately use poison!" Lu Feihu said proudly.
Xue Tong's heart trembled, "The outer disciples participating in the martial arts competition are all the stronger ones in the later stages of martial arts. There are many benefits to watching the battle, which should not be underestimated."
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Hong Tianyou!
Xue Tong, the former boss, stepped onto the ring holding a bloody dragon-patterned sword.
Xue Tong squeezed closer to watch the battle and suddenly noticed something strange. The four-foot-long sword flowing with red fluorescence was emitting slight mana fluctuations.
This is the first time Xue Tong has seen a magic weapon, a famous magic weapon in the world of immortality.
Magical weapons are made from spiritual materials and are divided into first-grade, medium-grade, top-grade and top-grade magic weapons. The higher-grade ones are fake treasures, magic weapons, earth-level magic weapons and heaven-level magic weapons.
There is no description of treasures above heaven-level magic treasures in the Strange News. It is only briefly mentioned that there are legends that there are higher divine objects in the fairyland.
Magical weapons are similar to martial arts, and play the role of amplifying and accelerating magic power. Some types of magic weapons also have spell derivation and transformation functions.
When the same mana and martial skills are used on an ordinary dragon-marked sword, its power and speed are completely different from those used on a magic weapon-level sword.
Hong Tianyou's opponent Wang Yuan jumped onto the stage, bowed his hands and pulled out a green bamboo stick. He tapped the bamboo stick lightly, and several green light waves came around.
Hong Tianyou's dragon-patterned sword swung between two swords. The bloody sword blade cut off the light waves. The sword light flickered and struck towards Wang Yuan's vitals.
Wang Yuan raised his green staff and neutralized the attack of the dragon-marked sword. He chanted the magic formula in his mouth, and a black smoke rose up, covering the two people on the stage.
Hong Tianyou's mind suddenly moved, and he immediately relaxed. His heart was full of weariness, and he lazily just wanted to take back his sword and go back home to rest.
Hong Tianyou suddenly shook his head, broke away from the illusion, regained his consciousness, exhaled a long white breath, and dispersed Wang Yuan's dark magic "Depression".
Both of them are masters to Xue Tong. Both of them have been working in the late martial arts for more than ten years, and their accumulated Xuanmen skills far exceed those of Xue Tong. Just the first-grade magic weapon in their hands consumes a lot of spiritual stones. Nearly ten thousand.
The three floors inside and outside the arena were crowded with spectators. This is a rare opportunity not to be missed.
The two men had equal magical powers and martial arts, and they were locked in a tough fight. Hong Tianyou muttered words, and a huge white bone hand emerged from the ring, carrying a fishy wind, and grabbed Wang Yuan hard!
"Wow, Senior Brother Hong's bone rotting hand must have been trained to the fifth level."
"Wang Yuan is not easy to mess with either. He is by no means an ordinary person. How could they be chosen as a pair in the first round!"
The sole of Wang Yuan's foot slipped and he floated several feet away. A wall of black smoke surged in front of him. Rotten Bone's hand grabbed onto the wall of smoke. No matter how hard he drilled and twisted, he remained stagnant and unable to move forward.
"It's dark magic again. Senior Brother Wang's dark spell is very strong. I bet that Senior Brother Wang will win."
Before the bystanders finished speaking, huge changes had already taken place on the field.
A streak of blood-colored sword light passed through, and the wall of black smoke collapsed. Hong Tianyou launched his killing move, leaning his body almost in a straight line and shooting out. The dragon-patterned sword was full of blood and pierced Wang Yuan's chest!
The head of the green staff suddenly swelled several times in size, and the green light was blazing, violently colliding with the sword light.
The two fought hard and reached the decisive point. They poured out their magic power and tried their best.
Amidst the roar, Hong Tianyou stood up straight, and Wang Yuan took a few steps back with blood on his hands. Hong Tianyou's magic power slightly gained the upper hand. In a critical situation, Wang Yuan used his Mountain-Destroying Palm to push forward. Fortunately, Hong Tianyou's dragon-marked sword was already at the end of its powerful crossbow. , it only pricked the palm and missed the vital point.
"Wow, Senior Brother Hong still won, but it was so dangerous just now. If Senior Brother Hong were stronger, wouldn't Senior Brother Wang be shot through the chest and die?"
"Don't talk nonsense. Hong Tianyou had already withdrawn his strength the moment the dragon-marked sword touched his flesh palm. How could he be so good without this ability?"
The seventeen martial arts competitions in the outer sect ended, and the sky was already filled with sunset, but the thirty-six competitions in the handyman group were completed faster and earlier. Among them, Xiong Jing knocked down his opponent with two heavy punches, and Peng Tai used the wind blade. The technique cut off a piece of someone's scalp, and the person was so frightened that he immediately begged for mercy.
Huang Qing held two shiny silver-ringed short knives and cut his opponent's Qingyi to pieces. He clearly had the upper hand, but the opponent was happy to admit defeat.
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The crowd at Banshanping had basically dispersed. Xue Tong watched the battle for a day and felt a lot. He was about to return home to practice when he heard someone calling him from behind.
Xue Tong turned around and saw that it was Wei Geng!
"Uncle Wei!"
"Well, I haven't seen him for a year. It seems to be in good condition." Wei Geng looked Xue Tong up and down and said.
Xue Tong said hurriedly: "Thanks to Master Wei, I will be able to get by. Master Wei just came to me and sent a message. He didn't come here on purpose."
"I came to see the grand martial arts competition. I saw you thinking deeply, so I wanted to have a few words with you." Wei Geng looked leisurely, as if he was inspired by seeing a junior.
"Yes, I have a lot of feelings in my heart when I watch the outer sect compete." Xue Tong said.
"Come, come, let's take a walk on the mountain road." Wei Geng greeted.
The two of them were walking on the winding mountain path of Chijin Peak, chatting while walking.
Wei Geng asked: "If the winner of the martial arts competition enters the inner gate, what will happen in the future? Have you ever thought about it?"
Xue Tong was stunned for a moment, not understanding the meaning of Wei Geng's question, and said at a loss for words: "Disciple... I can't even participate in the martial arts competition. I really haven't considered the future of the inner disciples..."
"Well, ten people are promoted every three years, including those who are promoted by points. Have you ever calculated how many inner disciples our sect has had over thousands of years?" Wei Geng asked.
Xue Tong was dumbfounded immediately. He couldn't figure it out clearly for a while, so he had to use the words from the Strange News Record to prevaricate: "If a martial disciple cannot break through to the acquired realm, Fa Hai will gradually age in the seventeenth year, his mana will be lost, and he will slowly become incomparable to ordinary people. different."
"I know a little bit about it. In fact, there are about three hundred inner disciples in our sect, and only a few of them can be promoted to Houtian. There are only three or four people every year."
"So few?" Xue Tong could hardly believe it.
"Those aging inner sect disciples have no hope of promotion. A few will leave the sect, retire and return to their hometowns, enjoy a family relationship for thirty to fifty years, and finally return to the dust like ordinary people." Wei Geng did not answer Xue Tong's question, but said to himself. .
"Those who stayed behind all competed for the Tiancheng Pill in order to prolong their journey of cultivating immortality."
"In the middle stage of martial arts, one can increase one's Yang life by ten years. At the peak of martial arts, one can live to a hundred and fifty years old, and the day after tomorrow it increases to more than two hundred years. The peak innate lifespan is about five hundred years. After that, each time one reaches a higher level, one's Yang life span will be doubled."
After Wei Geng finished speaking, Xue Tongtong said: "Disciple knows that practicing martial arts will increase your lifespan, and you need the help of Tiancheng Dan to pass the acquired realm. As the name suggests, Tiancheng Dan means that the acquired realm will come true."
Wei Geng nodded and said: "Tiancheng Yidan is made from rare seven-flavored medicinal materials. The chance of breaking through the Houtian realm is as high as 60%!"
"Sixty percent!" Xue Tong's eyes widened, the odds of being so horrifying were simply unimaginable.
"Hehe, among the two elixirs, the output of the Weikui secret realm is the highest. However, there are many restrictions in the secret realm. Only disciples in the martial arts apprenticeship stage can teleport in."
"Why?"
"The reason is unknown. It should be that some mysterious restriction on the portal is at work. Warriors at a higher level cannot pass through the passage and reach the secret realm."
"The secret realm is also called a barrier. It is a very special space form. It is mostly formed when the heaven and earth are constructed. Some areas are closed by the power of creation and sealed in ordinary space. There are channels connecting the two."
Seeing Xue Tong's confused look, Wei Geng continued: "For example, it's like a bubble in water. The space inside the bubble is like a secret realm, while the water outside is like the ordinary world."
"The secret realm originates from the laws of space attributes. The laws of space are profound, profound and mysterious. I understand very little and can only explain it so much." Wei Geng said.
"Well, disciple, just remember the blisters." Xue Tong chuckled.
"The entrance to the Weikui secret realm is nine hundred miles away from Chijin Peak. When talking about Weikui, we need to start with the four major immortal cultivating sects in Jiayuan Kingdom."
Wei Geng's expression became more and more serious, and Xue Tong couldn't help but be shocked. Wei Geng was slowly unfolding an unprecedented and grand world of immortality in front of him.
