"So many?" Zhou Yang couldn't help but be overjoyed. One thousand contribution points is equivalent to completing twenty inspections of mortal countries. It is estimated that entering the cabinet of the Library should not be a problem.
"What about winning the fourth round?" Zhou Yang asked.
"Three thousand points!"
"Three thousand!" Zhou Yang's mouth was dry and his tongue was dry. Darling, this is three thousand points!
Linghu Deyi's next words made him choke even more.
"Seven thousand points in the fifth round are the top ten. The top three are worth fifteen thousand points, and the first place is worth twenty-five thousand points."
Not only Zhou Yang, but also Linghu Deyi, as soon as he finished speaking, there was a sound of inhalation coming from around him.
Twenty-five thousand points! My God, I can exchange it for several top-quality magic weapons. This, this reward is too generous!
However, when they thought that they could only obtain it by winning the title, everyone suddenly became weak and could only secretly envy them.
Zhou Yang calculated in his mind that if he won another game, his contribution would be 3,000 points. He probably wouldn't be able to exchange it for a top-quality magic weapon. He would only be able to enter the top three. But it seems to be quite difficult, unless you break through the peak of Lingtai.
"Oh! Forget it, you can't force this matter. You can't be eager for quick success." Zhou Yang shook his head.
Although forcibly breaking through can solve the urgent need, it is not the right path and cannot reach the level of perfection.
He didn't want to have any regrets. He had to let nature take its course in every realm. Only when Tao followed nature could the foundation of cultivation be considered solid.
After the application time, the third round has ended.
After another half an hour, the adjudicating deacon began to call names.
"Humph, it turns out that the person named Chong is up to something!" Deacon Hu went to investigate the relevant matters, and when he came back, his face was gloomy and scary.
"You didn't get it done this time?" Deacon Zou asked.
"No."
"Chong Baisong!" Deacon Zou gritted his teeth and spit out three words.
Then he said with a dejected look on his face: "Oh, forget it, a senior official can crush people to death. He is an elder of the sect, and the weight of what we say is far from enough!"
"It was the head who ordered the transfer." Deacon Hu once again said something shocking.
"Wha, what? Master! How is that possible?" Deacon Zou opened his mouth wide with disbelief on his face.
No wonder he was surprised. He was just an outside disciple, how could he let the leader personally adjust the order?
"What virtues and abilities does he have? It's not that damn Chong Baisong. He must have spoken in front of the boss, and the boss ordered the transfer."
"Damn it! The man named Chong is so insidious. We all saw that Meng Bai had suffered internal injuries. How could he not see it! But it was too obvious for him to do this. Didn't he sincerely let that kid enter the top twenty? ?"
Deacon Zou was not only angry but also had a look of frustration on his face.
"Hmph, not necessarily. The further you go, the harder it gets, and not all elite disciples in the sect are just doing it!"
"Yes, that kid can only reach the realm of the Queen of the Spirits, and the disciples who have entered the fourth round are all the best in the sect. There is no one he can shake!" Deacon Zou suddenly became energetic again.
After the third round, the ruling deacon did not notify the list of candidates for the next round, so Zhou Yang did not know where he ranked.
However, he still knew the approximate ranking, because after the second round, there were still eighty people, so now he should be within the top forty.
It is also possible that someone was injured in the third round of the competition, just like Meng Bai, and could not participate in the next round of competition. In that case, he might also be in the thirty or so.
If you win again this round, you may directly enter the top twenty, so this round of competition is very critical.
"Junior Brother Zhou, please!"
On the competition stage, Zhou Yang's opponent was about thirty years old, with a medium build and ordinary appearance, but with unusually bright eyes. He was wearing the uniform of an elite disciple of the Tianxing Sect, and around his waist was a palm-wide black belt with two Storage bags.
This person's name is Cheng Tiehe, and he and Tu Tu are the brothers of the same master. The two are at the same level. Cheng Tiehe is only slightly inferior in overall strength, but he is also ranked among the top ten in Tianxing Sect.
Since Zhou Yang came to power, the other party has always let him take action first.
That's it for the first step. The other people are all spiritual cultivators. From the perspective of their realm, it's not polite to let him take the first step.
As soon as Cheng Tiehe came on stage, Deacons Hu and Zou smiled.
Although the butcher didn't come, his junior brother did. Facing this person, Zhou Yang would never get any good results.
They were well aware of Cheng Tiehe's strength. Although he was not as good as the Butcher, he was still outstanding among the elite disciples. He had just been appointed captain last month, and his morale was high and he was full of fighting spirit.
It's true that Zhou Yang is awesome, but against Cheng Tiehe, he has basically no chance of winning.
On the competition stage, Zhou Yang also looked solemn. The person in front of him had a stronger aura than Zhao Shi, and he was put under great pressure even before they had even fought.
In the past, there were several spiritual cultivators who had fought against him, but none of them felt as oppressive as this one.
"I'm offended!" Zhou Yang clasped his fists and did not draw out the long sword, but directly held the golden gun in his hand.
"Oh, use the magic weapon when you come up. Your fighting style has changed a bit!" Cheng Tiehe sneered.
He once watched the fight between Zhou Yang and Zhao Shi and knew that this kid's golden spear was not a weapon, but a very powerful top-grade magic weapon. However, he did not take it to heart because top-grade magic weapon was still top-grade and was far inferior to top-grade magic weapon. device.
Zhou Yang had three rounds of fighting. He encountered opponents that were both strong and weak. It goes without saying that some were weak. Even when he met a strong man like Zhao Shi, he had never used the best magic weapon in a critical moment. So he didn't. Or is it there but useless?
If not, this would be too tragic.
Didn't it mean that Chong Baisong was very fond of this person? Wasn't one given to him or temporarily lent to him?
But then again, it's useless to borrow it. A late cultivator of the Lingtai can exert several percent of the power of a top-quality magic weapon, but he can't afford to consume the spiritual power alone.
Zhou Yang did not answer, but at this moment he took action, with the gun flashing and piercing the opponent's throat.
Cheng Tiehe chuckled and did not dodge or dodge until the tip of the spear was about to reach him when a short white halberd suddenly appeared in his hand. The head of the halberd was about a foot long and the shaft was more than three feet long.
As soon as the short halberd appeared, he waved it upward slightly. Zhou Yang's golden spear was instantly deflected, and the short halberd was released and shot forward, directly towards Zhou Yang's face.
This attack was extremely sudden. Before Zhou Yang could retract his spear, the short halberd struck unexpectedly.
However, Zhou Yang also has a lot of combat experience. When he saw the short halberd coming, he immediately felt the wind at his feet and rushed forward to the left. While dodging the short halberd, he also raised his hand to call back the golden spear.
However, Cheng Tiehe did not act according to common sense and did not rush to withdraw the short halberd. Instead, he fired two auras one after another, one from the left and one from the right towards Zhou Yang who had just held the golden gun. The angle was also extremely tricky.
Zhou Yang's expression changed slightly. He didn't expect this person to be so quick in his attack. The wind and rain came up, giving him no chance to breathe.
When he first used the golden spear, he did not inject spiritual power or destructive control techniques, but wanted to test it. However, Cheng Tiehe had no intention of testing at all. He frequently used dangerous tricks, so he wanted to make a surprise attack.
Zhou Yang could only dodge, but with the speed of the two spiritual lights, he could not completely dodge them, so while retreating, he also quickly used a high-grade magic shield.
A ray of spiritual light passed by Zhou Yang, hitting the light shield of the competition platform and disappearing, while another one hit the magic shield with a pop, knocking it away.
Zhou Yang raised his spirits and pulled away, but because two more spiritual lights came from him, he had to retreat.
The opponent's speed is too fast and his footwork is extremely mysterious. Basically, he is chasing him.
As soon as the spiritual light arrived, the short halberd hanging in mid-air suddenly spurted out three arrows of light, shooting towards Zhou Yang like lightning.
Cheng Tiehe's attacks came one after another, making Zhou Yang unable to deal with them.
Cheng Tiehe curled his lips and thought to himself, "Don't you have a strong sense of consciousness?" He thought, "Why don't you try using another magic shield?"
His purpose was very clear. Even if he couldn't see the effect immediately, he still wanted to force Zhou Yang to use one or more magic shields to meet him, consuming his consciousness and spiritual power as much as possible, so the attack was extremely fierce.
The auras and light arrows attacked from both sides, and just as Cheng Tiehe expected, Zhou Yang had to use another magic shield to resist.
He had no choice but to meet the enemy according to the opponent's ideas, and had to consume a lot of spiritual consciousness and spiritual power.
Seeing Zhou Yang's behavior, Cheng Tiehe looked sarcastic and increased the intensity and speed of his attack again, but he still used the short halberd and did not use the best magic weapon.
On the one hand, it was his pride that was causing the problem. Zhou Yang failed to use the best magic weapon for three consecutive rounds, so naturally he would not be like this. On the other hand, he also wanted to have a back-up, because Zhou Yang had not yet exerted his full strength.
Cheng Tiehe had a backup plan, so Zhou Yang didn't. The opponent didn't show his trump card, so he couldn't act rashly.
Now it's just a two-faced magic shield, and his consciousness is enough to maintain it.
However, he did not look relaxed, but looked anxious, as if he was worried that his consciousness and spiritual power would be exhausted prematurely.
The two magic shields in mid-air faced the spiritual light and the light arrow respectively, and his hands continued to cast spells and inject spiritual power. He seemed very busy, but he was watching Cheng Tiehe's every move out of the corner of his eye.
Zhou Yang saw the look of contempt on his face, his consciousness quietly moved, and the Sky Blade appeared in his hand.
He did not sacrifice it to the enemy in the air, but held it directly in his hands. Using the shields of the two shields, he secretly cast the magic formula and injected spiritual power. Dozens of wind blades suddenly surged out between the two shields, fiercely. The cover faces the Iron River.
"Oh, we finally took action!" Cheng Tiehe not only did not panic, but also showed excitement on his face, as if this was what he had been looking forward to for a long time.
"This kid's consciousness is indeed not weak. In addition to maintaining two magical shields, he can also freely activate high-grade magical weapons. He must be able to come up with surprising weapons to win. However, you don't even look at who your opponent is. It's ridiculous. It's really ridiculous!"
Cheng Tiehe's skills were truly outstanding, his aura and light arrows were fired without fail, but a huge magic shield instantly appeared in mid-air, easily blocking dozens of wind blades that were coming towards him.
The speed at which he used his magic weapon and shield was breathtaking. No wonder he had to be afraid of the sudden wind blades.
At this time, auras, light arrows, and wind blades intertwined with each other in mid-air, sometimes changing directions, sometimes colliding in the air, and the flashes of light were really beautiful.
The two began to confront each other, which was also a competition of spiritual power and spiritual consciousness.
