The much-anticipated Immortal Sect Trial Conference began as scheduled.
The crane leads the way, bringing auspiciousness everywhere. A Confucian-like swordsman in blue shirt stepped on the void, stepped down, and stood in the center of the four-sided arena.
Some young people moved slightly when they heard the sound, and they suppressed a bit of excitement. The middle-aged monk in front of him looks like a Confucian scholar, gentle and elegant, but in fact he is a real swordsman in the stage of becoming a god. The flying sword on his waist is the famous "Flying Slash" in the world of cultivation. It is said that the sword immortal once used it to kill an evil dragon when he was young.
The sword fairy is gentle, while the flying sword is domineering.
But later, this swordsman became the head of the Taixuan Sword Sect, and his flying swords were rarely unsheathed.
The Confucian sword cultivator cupped his hands and said a few polite words. He flicked his sleeves and hundreds of bamboo sticks and small flying swords flew out from his broad sleeves. They were evenly arranged in four rows and floated in mid-air.
Those who choose bamboo sticks will participate in the ordinary track, and those who choose flying swords will naturally be in the kendo group.
The participating disciples walked to the ring one after another, selected a bamboo stick, and then looked down at the numbers on their hands.
Fu Zhu randomly selected a flying sword that was close to hand. The copper flying sword was exquisite and small. It could be seen that the Taixuan Sword Sect valued this trial competition very much. It was just a tool for drawing lots and it was made with such care.
Turning it over, the number sixty-seven was engraved on the back of the flying sword.
Her draw number is very low, and it won't be her turn in the next few days, so she can watch other people's battles with peace of mind.
"Junior sister, how many did you draw?" Zhou Tanzhi, who had just received the lottery, came over with fluttering white clothes and orchids and jade trees, causing several female cultivators around him to whisper.
Fu Zhu spread his palms and showed the flying sword to everyone in Jian Zong.
"Sixty-seven? So far back?" The person who spoke was Du Zhou. He was a little surprised when he saw that Fu Zhu had drawn such a far back lot. He said, "I drew the number six."
Zhou Tanzhi also spread out his lot for everyone to see, "I am number 21."
"Who could be more unlucky than me? I drew number one..." Zhu Qingyi said quietly, and someone above him was already calling him to go on stage to join the battle.
"...Wish you good luck, junior brother." Zhou Tanzhi patted him on the shoulder, "Don't embarrass our Sword Sect in the first battle."
Zhu Qingyi came to the stage to fight, and they returned to the viewing platform.
The Immortal Sect Competition has always been a competition for young people from various sects, and only those under 100 years old can participate. For some reason, it was changed to a trial meeting, but this rule still applies. The test track competition is divided into three tracks. The kendo group is on the first day, the foundation building group is in the morning of the second day, and the golden elixir group is in the afternoon. There are competitions at intervals.
The kendo group is slightly different. Those who participate in the kendo group are not allowed to use spiritual power to cultivate their skills, and can only practice swordsmanship, so there is no limit to their realm.
Of course, sword cultivators can also choose to participate in the foundation building group or the golden elixir group, and then they can use their spiritual power. However, most pure sword cultivators will choose to participate in the kendo group.
Of course, the sect will also send some disciples to compete in the foundation building group and the golden elixir group. After all, at the same level, sword cultivators have the greatest lethality and are more likely to get a good ranking.
When Zhou Tanzhi saw Zhu Qingyi standing on the stage, he suddenly realized, "What's going on with this kid Zhu Qingyi? Didn't I tell him to participate in the foundation building competition?"
Zhu Qingyi has good talent. If she participates in the foundation-building group competition, it will be no problem to get into the top twenty.
As a result, he drew a lottery for the kendo group at the last minute. He had only practiced swordsmanship for half a year, so how could he compare with others? He might be defeated after just two fights, what a loss to their sword sect!
"Since he wants to join the kendo group, let him try it. Tan Zhi, sit down and watch the battle." Yao Xuan said calmly.
Standing so high, it blocked his sight.
Zhou Tanzhi said respectfully: "Yes, Master."
Although he sat down, Zhou Tanzhi was still a little on pins and needles. He looked sideways at the two junior sisters beside him, "You drew the lottery for the Foundation Establishment Group, right?"
Chen Hongjin has been studying hard for the past six months and has lost a lot of weight. She also looks taller and slimmer. She is dressed in a red robe, which is gorgeous but very cold.
She pursed her lips and nodded slightly.
Before participating in the trial competition, her master had told her that with her swordsmanship, it would be too difficult to stand out in the kendo group.
The people participating in the kendo group are all kendo geniuses from all the major sword sects. Not to mention how good the swordsmanship of other sect disciples is, but there are so many senior brothers and sisters from my sect participating in the kendo group. It is easy to get a group, and she will definitely be advanced. disuse.
But participating in the competition of the foundation building group is different. She has a high chance of entering the top ten, and maybe she can also win the leader of the foundation building group.
The reason why Mi Tao chose the foundation-building group is even simpler. Although she practices quickly, her understanding of the sword is a little behind, and she only learned the third form of Qianhua Sword Technique.
The master also suggested that she participate in the foundation-building group competition, so Mi Tao naturally followed the master's arrangements.
"Okay, Senior Brother Zhou, stop worrying so much and just watch the battle." Fu Zhu tugged on Zhou Tanzhi's sleeve to remind him that the arena match had begun.
Zhu Qingyi's opponent was a woman dressed in red. The woman did not wear makeup and wore only a simple high ponytail. She looked heroic and neat.
After a brief bow with her sword in hand, the smile on the woman's face faded and she became serious.
The long sword is unsheathed, leaving no remaining hand. The woman made fierce moves, and Zhu Qingyi had no choice but to defend, and was forced to retreat at the first opportunity.
"Why didn't Zhu Qingyi fight back? It would be so embarrassing to be knocked down as soon as he came on stage!" Zhou Zhao covered his face, looking a little blind.
During daily sword practice, Zhu Qingyi stole the show, but when he got to the ring, he was like a shrunken turtle. It was better to let him get in.
Zhou Tanzhi saw the secret at a glance, "The other party was obviously not participating in the competition for the first time and had rich experience in actual combat. It was the first time for Zhu Qingyi to go up, so he was inevitably a little uncomfortable. After more than a dozen moves passed, he was not defeated. After adapting to the arena, he had a chance to turn defeat into victory. .”
The woman looked like she was powerful with her sword, but in fact she couldn't find the key to it. She didn't know how to defeat her opponent with one blow. Once the battle lasted for a long time, she would become a little powerless.
Two figures, one red and one white, leaped up, the sword light was like a shadow, and it was complicated, making the people on the viewing platform feel anxious.
Zhou Zhao even clasped his hands in prayer and muttered, "We must win! We must win!"
"Winning or losing depends only on strength. If praying is useful, why practice swordsmanship?" Chen Hongjin listened to the whispers in his ears like mosquitoes and flies. He felt upset and cast a cold sideways glance at Zhou Zhao.
Zhou Zhao shivered when she saw him, and then he remembered that he was afraid of what Chen Hongjin would do, so he retorted, "I just read it, I just read it, it's none of your business."
She didn't want to talk to such a scoundrel, so Chen Hongjin took out two balls of cotton and stuffed them into her ears, and the world became pure.
Seeing Chen Hongjin's defeat, Zhou Zhao became even more proud, and his voice couldn't help but grow louder, "I wish Qingyi will definitely win... Hmm...?"
Why can't he speak? Zhou Zhao's eyes widened in horror, and he hesitantly asked Zhou Tanzhi for help.
The Fu Zhu in front turned around leisurely and said with a smile: "It's a bit noisy, please ask Junior Brother Zhou Zhao to quiet down for a while."
Zhou Zhao covered his mouth and nodded, "Hmm..."
