If Feng Ling remembers correctly, the road on the left and the road on the right that Ling Weiyun's clone just took lead to the auditorium.
However, one is a disciple-level ordinary seat, and the other is an elder-level VIP seat. The treatment of the two is very different, and there is no comparison at all.
"A passage this big can accommodate thirty people going down together!"
"Well, it seems a little deep! Boss, should we jump right in?"
Zhu Bupang and Gou Bushou tentatively probed their heads, glanced at the huge passage on the ground in front of their feet, and each of them spoke one after another.
"Three hundred meters is not too deep!"
"Hi~! Then if we just jump down, wouldn't we fall into pieces?"
Just as he was talking, the man in green glanced at the two people beside him, who were a little shy, and jumped down first without explaining anything to them.
"Forget it, let's dance too!" Seeing this, Zhu Bupang and the other two, who were numb, simply panicked. Aren't they just falling into a trap? What's the big deal? At that moment, the two gritted their teeth and jumped down.
Immediately afterwards, the strong wind roared wildly in the ears, and the dim stone walls around the vertical passage also swayed quickly. Because there is a force different from the outside world in this passage, the gravity is abnormal, and the person falls hundreds of meters, almost in the blink of an eye.
"Boss, we can't control it anymore!"
They saw Zhu Bupang, who was terrified, swaying, and their robes rolled up in the wind. After arriving here, the falling feeling caused by the continuous increase in gravity forced the two of them to feel weak and extremely uncomfortable.
However, the man in green clothes below was sneaking to the front against the strong wind. Not only did he feel relaxed and happy, but even the strong wind around him failed to ruffle his long hair and robes, as if the terrifying gravity that made the two of them terrified did not exist at all.
"Take back the power of ghosts and gods, relax your body and let gravity pull you!"
After falling more than 100 meters again, Feng Ling estimated that the gravity here had almost reached the limit that an intermediate ghost spirit master could withstand. In addition, he couldn't stand the frightened shouts from the two of them, so he immediately gave a warning.
Immediately afterwards. Zhu Bupang and the two seemed to have found the core instructions and immediately followed them. After taking back the power of ghosts and gods, they suddenly discovered to their surprise that the repulsive force between themselves and gravity disappeared.
However, even though he stabilized his body, the frightening feeling of falling empty still remained. Just when the feeling of falling seemed to be getting stronger, a glimmer of light appeared below.
Three hundred meters to the end soon!
"Ah——!" Two horrified screams came out. Looking at the hard rock slab at the bottom, Zhu Bupang and his two men were trembling wildly. They both thought that the man in Tsing Yi would be smashed to pieces first, and then it would be their turn. …
"Soft Cloud Technique!"
After the man in green landed smoothly, he turned around and raised his hand and shouted softly. Immediately, a white cloud suddenly appeared where the fat and thin disciple fell, and caught the two of them safely.
"Boss, you scared us to death!" Zhu Bupang and Zhu couldn't help but sigh as they stood up to wipe the cold sweat from their foreheads. They already hated the man who had built the passage.
"Keep your voice down, five meters ahead is the thousand-meter large disc of the duel field!"
Feng Ling frowned slightly and gave a serious reminder. Fortunately, he had just seen the situation quickly enough. After activating the formation at the bottom of the channel, he quickly waved his hand to block the shouts of the two people.
Otherwise, the three of them will definitely be noticed by those inner disciples. By then, it will be impossible not to become "famous"!
However, Feng Ling was also a little angry. The force-removing formation at the bottom of the duel field was usually activated, even if there was no disciple competition.
But this time, a few of them are faced with this situation. If there is no ghost here, they will not believe it even if they are beaten to death!
"Yes." Zhu Bupang and the other two also realized their mistake. They closed their mouths and carefully followed the man in green, slowly walking towards the exit in front.
It looked so funny, as if he had just done something bad...
"Inner disciples, please be quiet. Now, I will read out the new rules for this disciple competition!" As soon as they entered the duel field, the three of them heard a familiar voice coming from above and echoing in their ears.
As Elder Liu Yidao spoke, the scene quickly became quiet. Looking around, he could see that there were nearly 3,000 outer disciples sitting on the huge ring stand with excited faces.
At this time, there were nearly 500 people standing scattered on the thousand-meter large disk below the duel arena. I don’t know if it was just luck, but there happened to be twenty or thirty people standing a few meters away from the exit.
Judging from the way there is a certain gap between them, they should be divided according to acquaintances. This allowed Feng Ling and the others to take advantage of the opportunity and successfully blend into the crowd.
"Excuse me, who among you three is Junior Brother Feng Ling?" Just after the man in Tsing Yi and Zhu Bu Pang and the two stood casually, a seventh-level disciple dressed as a deacon immediately approached carefully and whispered to the three of them. ask.
"That's me!" Feng Ling raised his brows, suppressed Zhu Bupang and the other two who looked unkind, and continued: "I have a labor deacon. Does Mr. Ling have something to give me?"
"Yes, that's right. Here are the ranking tokens, for you!" Deacon Fang said politely, handed the man in green three round cake-shaped objects that were one finger long and as bright as silver, and then secretly walked away to the passage. .
Afterwards, Feng Ling distributed the ranking tokens to Zhu Bupang and the other two, and explained their uses.
Ranking tokens are somewhat similar to an electronic device used to record data in Fengling's previous life. If it weren't for the fact that when using the token's function, a small amount of ghostly power needs to be injected to activate it, I'm afraid Fengling would mistakenly think it is a high-tech electronic product!
"Finally, competition comes first, friendship comes second, and no one is allowed to hurt anyone's life! We are going to start the first stage of the brawl, either alone or in a team of five or less!" After half a day of preaching, Liu Yidao The elder finally finished telling all the details.
The general meaning is that the competitions over the years have been conducted slowly one-on-one, but there are disadvantages. In addition, in order to save time, this competition will adopt a very cruel knockout system in the initial stage of the competition.
Only the winning team can face the winner again, and until the last twenty are left, a round-robin competition will be held to determine the top ten.
"It seems that Feng Tianjue really can't wait any longer!" The man in Tsing Yi thought secretly in his heart. Compared with the previous one-on-one, winner versus winner, today's collective chaos may be more fair.
For example: When a slow one-on-one elimination match was held in the past, outstanding disciples with almost the same strength faced each other. Due to the shortcomings of the competition rules and their own luck, one of the two had to be eliminated.
Even if the person eliminated could have made it to the finals, and his strength is no worse than the top ten in the end...
Obviously, it is easy to miss a good seedling. It is impossible for the senior officials of Yuqing Sect to be unaware of this before, but they have not solved it for unknown reasons.
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