Seeing the goat, the disciples on the sidelines murmured.
"Why did you bring a goat here? Are you going to kill it to celebrate?"
"Hey, don't you understand? The magic circle is related to human life. It's best to test it on livestock before using it. Otherwise, if it doesn't work, big trouble will happen!"
"It makes sense, but the elder's use of second-level spells to deal with a goat is a bit overkill..."
In the midst of the discussion, the elder Chuan Gong kneaded the magic formula and waved his palm, and a log that was completely black and as thick as a giant urn suddenly appeared in mid-air.
The giant tree rotated rapidly, making a rumbling sound, and even the disciples standing on the sidelines could feel the strong airflow.
What...
The goat seemed to know that danger was coming. It was so frightened that it even forgot to run away.
"Xiao Xiao Luo Mu!"
The elder Chuan Gong let out a low cry and slashed his fingers forward.
With a "buzz" sound, the giant tree suddenly accelerated and crashed down with thunderous force.
boom!
The huge tree hit the ground with a deafening sound. Even though they were protected by the magic circle, everyone could still feel the vibration under their feet.
The moment the giant tree hit the goat, there was a flash of red light, a wave of mana, and the goat disappeared out of thin air.
The disciples searched around and saw the animal standing in an open space on the side of the field.
The scene was filled with silence, followed by thunderous applause.
"It's so powerful! Look at that goat, not a single hair has fallen out."
"Yes, I clearly saw the giant tree falling on the goat's head, and was rescued by the magic circle."
"That's a second-level spell..."
Zhao Lin nodded secretly and became more determined to practice the magic circle.
"Invite six disciples to come forward."
The elder Chuan Gong smiled. He was the one who arranged the magic circle. Hearing these praises, he couldn't help but feel proud.
Zhao Lin and another disciple Yue Shengluan, who represented Nanhezhou, looked at each other and walked to the court at the same time.
Halfway through, he suddenly saw a figure flashing, and a disciple in blue rushed in front of him. It was the sword cultivator from Juyan Province.
"As expected, he is a swordsman, he must be the first in everything."
Zhao Lin didn't care and glanced towards Xiniuzhou, just in time to see the physical cultivator also walking onto the field.
According to the rules of fighting, declare your family name before the competition.
The sword cultivator in blue was the first to stand up, "Juyanzhou, Fang Qinglu!"
Qing Lu means short sword, and this person's name perfectly complements his way of practice.
"Ju Yanzhou, Tao Yuanqing."
"Nanhezhou, Yueshengluan."
"Nan Hezhou, Zhao Lin."
"Xiniuzhou, Wangjing."
Tixiu spoke last: "Xiniuzhou, Wei Shi."
"Why is there physical cultivation? There is also sword cultivation! Ah, there is also a martial arts cultivation..."
There were monks who were proficient in Qi-gazing among the crowd of onlookers. When they looked at it, they immediately realized something was wrong and couldn't help but exclaimed.
Passed from one to ten, and soon everyone learned about it, and there was a commotion on the scene.
"Good guy, there is a martial arts cultivator, a sword cultivator, and a physical cultivator. What kind of fighting method is this?"
"It's the first time in so many years that the three great cultivators have gathered together. It's interesting!"
"What's the point? Fa Xiu can't survive more than one round..."
Pang Zhangyuan of Dongyang County also had a toothache when he saw this. His Lingdao Academy had a poor record in the last martial arts competition. He wanted to gain some face this time, so he sent a sword cultivator to play.
Unexpectedly, the other two families were not vegetarians either. One was a physical cultivator and the other was a martial cultivator. If this news got out, people would probably laugh out loud.
If I had known earlier, I shouldn't have informed about this in advance.
"Are Pang Zhangyuan worried that he won't be able to win the championship? No need to!"
The Taoist governor next to him thought he was worried about the outcome of the fight, so he came over to comfort him.
"Qing Lu has already cultivated sword energy. Even the sixth-level disciples who have been practicing for seven or eight years are no match for him. He can easily deal with two fledgling physical and martial arts practitioners."
"That's what Daodu Li said."
Pang Zhangyuan replied casually, thinking that as long as he wins the fight, it doesn't matter what others say.
Next, the elder Chuan Gong announced the rules of the fight.
The rules are simple: in the first round, six disciples from three states will compete against each other, three will be eliminated, and three will remain.
In the second round, three people competed against each other in pairs.
"Every time you win, you get twenty good deeds."
"The final winner will be awarded another chalcedony pill!"
Hearing the words Chalcedony Pill, the scene immediately went into an uproar.
"Oh my God, it's actually Chalcedony Pill?"
"Dongyang County has spent a lot of money!"
"In my opinion, they sent a sword cultivator to play and felt that they were sure of winning the championship, so they were willing to offer such a high reward."
"So that's it, what a good plan..."
Chalcedony Pill is a rare high-grade elixir that can temporarily enhance a monk's spiritual root level.
For example, if a monk with a medium-grade spiritual root takes a chalcedony pill, the quality of his spiritual root can be directly upgraded to a high-grade one, and the effect of the medicine will last for a month.
Chalcedony pills are usually given out as rewards from sects and are difficult to buy on the market.
On the market, you can only buy chalcedony liquid diluted with honey wine. One bottle requires three good deeds and three spiritual stones, but the effect can only last three days, and the medicinal properties are also compromised.
However, Chalcedony Pill cannot be taken endlessly. You can only take one pill a year at most.
Zhao Lin had already studied all the elixirs needed for the Qi Refining Realm, and when he heard about this reward, he couldn't help but be very excited.
"Good deeds, elixirs, and spiritual stones are all what I want! Such a good opportunity cannot be missed!"
In the first round of competition, opponents are selected by drawing lots.
The disciple took out six wooden cards with three words: A, B, and C written on them. They were paired up, and those with the same word played against each other.
Zhao Lin drew card number A and was the first to appear. His opponent was Tao Yuanqing from Juyan Province, a disciple at the fifth level of Qi Refining.
Elder Chuan Gong, Fang Qinglu and others walked to the sidelines and waited.
Because of the protection of the magic circle, there is no need for a referee to be present, and the outcome is easy to determine: falling to the ground, voluntarily admitting defeat, or being removed from the magic circle counts as a loss.
"Senior Brother Tao, we must win!"
"Senior Brother Tao, defeat him!"
Tao Yuanqing had the advantage of being at home, and before the game even started, the cheers could be heard throughout the stadium.
Zhao Lin turned a deaf ear and walked to a circle in the field to stand.
There are two circles drawn with white lines on the ground, twenty feet apart. Both sides of the competition stand in the circle. They can only leave the circle after the fighting begins.
This is a common rule for martial arts fighting. It prevents the two parties from being too close to each other and having no time to cast spells, resulting in an uncontrollable situation. The distance between high-level monks in martial arts fighting will only be further.
Such a long distance is not good for Zhao Lin.
This is because Zhao Lin's cultivation is only at the second level of Qi refining, and every time the Qi refining level increases, his spiritual consciousness increases by ten feet.
The limit of spiritual consciousness is the farthest attack distance of spells and magic weapons.
This means that as long as Tao Yuanqing takes a step back, Zhao Lin's spells can't affect him, but the former can cast spells at will without being affected at all.
Zhao Lin and Tao Yuanqing each stood still and held their hands in salute.
"Please advise!"
"Please!" (End of Chapter)
