As the dust settled on the ownership of the last cloud bead, the dojo became peaceful again. All forces came in one after another to collect the bodies of their disciples. No one picked up the bones, so only the remains were left on the fighting platform of the dojo. Above, it makes people sigh with excitement.
After everyone finished fighting for the cloud beads, they saw the dragon pillar suddenly shake. The sea dragon, which was bound by the thick clouds, immediately spun up, raised its head and crashed into the blue sea above. The thick clouds descended and pressed down on the platform. After a moment, the grand square sank into the sea of clouds. When it came up again, Taichung was already a white and clean scene.
After that, the hundreds of lotus pedestals hanging in the sky began to slowly descend and were scattered around the dojo. The monks on them also sat upright, their expressions suddenly became more serious.
After hearing the explanation from the elders in the sect, the disciples also understood that the rules of the second stage of this stormy event were personal battles.
The monks outside the dojo can drop blood on the cloud beads to verify their identity. After that, they can use this object to enter the fighting platform and invite the true infant of the Fengyun List on the lotus throne to fight. If you win this battle, you can take the opponent's position; if you lose, the cloud beads will be scattered, and there will be no chance to invite other monks to fight.
This also means that everyone must carefully measure their own strength. If they are so ambitious and arrogant that they underestimate the other party, they may miss this grand event.
And if the True Infant on the Lotus Throne is replaced by someone else, he will continue to invite others to fight, and he will still win or lose. If he loses, he will leave the dojo.
This continues until someone leaves the field, which is the end of the round. After that, the next monk holding the cloud beads enters to invite a fight until all the cloud beads are scattered.
As for the empty rosette in the venue, you can't just sit on it. Take Yuan Guanyin as an example. The positions from "One" to "Five" above her are all empty. If a monk wants to sit on these five lotus pedestals, he has to fight down to the nearest Fengyun List Master. Ying, whether it is "One" or "Wu", needs to fight with the nearest Yuan Guanyin and defeat it before he can successfully take his seat.
As for Yuan Guanyin, who is ranked highest in the field, there is no need to do anything else. If she wants, she can directly sit on the top spot and wait for others to challenge her.
The rules of the second stage of Fengyunhui are actually not complicated. Just remember the four words "win, survive, lose, retreat". Zhao Shun kept this in mind, and then he saw a sky-covering water curtain rising outside the dojo, and the cloud beads in his hand began to faintly flash with white light!
She and Liu Xuan nodded slightly, then cut their fingertips and poured a drop of blood on the surface of the cloud bead. The snow-white cloud bead quickly incorporated the blood into it. At the same moment, the call of Fengyun Dojo emerged in Zhao Shun's heart. The cloud bead in his hand flashed and turned into a palm-sized sea dragon phantom, speaking with his mouth. The tail was wrapped around Zhao Chun's wrist.
Seeing the same thing on Liu Xuan's wrist, the two of them felt relieved and looked into the dojo together.
I saw that the true infants of the Fengyun List on the lotus throne also had phantoms of sea dragons on their wrists, but they were different from the white ones of Zhao Xuan and others. The phantoms on the wrists of these monks were glowing with a faint golden glow, unlike the ones on their heads. The golden seal characters that emerge complement each other and add to the majestic appearance.
As hundreds of cloud beads have been identified, no more than a hundred names and surnames appear on the pattern of the eight-leaf lotus flower in the center of the dojo. There is even a description of where they were born, so that people can know it at a glance. Who is this person?
The hundreds of monks sitting outside the venue couldn't hold back their excitement when they saw that there were already enough people. Most of them were the first time they came to the Fengyun event, but they had already understood the rules of the event before. It is not up to them to decide whether to play or not. It depends on which name lights up on the Eight-leaf Lotus Flower to know who will play next.
Zhao Shun sat cross-legged, his body as motionless as a pine tree. Although his expression was very calm, he was also somewhat curious in his heart, wanting to know who the first monk to come up to invite a fight would be.
After a moment, a golden light jumped out of the eight-leaf lotus flower, jumping back and forth on the hundreds of names, which made people feel itchy in their hearts. Then they slowly lifted a name up into the air, making it shine generously——
"Yinhai Sword Sect, Zhu Youcheng!"
Not one of the ten righteous sects, nor one of the heavenly sects with profound foundations, the name of the Silver Sea Sword Sect is not well known to everyone, so everyone's expectations of Zhu Youcheng were instantly lowered.
When Zhao Xun heard this, she felt that it sounded familiar, and then she remembered that she must have had contact with this disciple of the Silver Sea Sword Sect. The disciple of this sect seemed to be very domineering, so he was killed by her sword without paying much attention.
Thinking of this, she had no intention of continuing to recall. She only vaguely remembered that the Yinhai Sword Sect at that time wanted to join the ranks of heaven-level sects, but she didn't know what happened now.
If she had not met a disciple of this sect by chance, Zhao Chun would have been like other monks, not caring much about it, let alone asking for additional understanding.
And when he noticed the cold attitude of everyone, Zhu Youcheng, who was standing on the deck of the boat, looked a little ugly.
His Yinhai Sword Sect was considered to be a powerful person among the earth-level sects. After that, an elder in the sect who was in the divine realm broke through the void and promoted the sect to the heaven-level sect. All the nearby forces, large and small, bowed their heads and paid tribute year after year with treasures and resources.
In the past, Linfenggu, the only earth-level sect that could compete with the Silver Sea Sword Sect, was quickly defeated after the former acquired the Dongxu monks, allowing the Silver Sea Sword Sect to dominate the surrounding areas without any People dare to complain.
When it was very powerful in the past, the disciples of the Silver Sea Sword Sect were already very arrogant and domineering, causing many nearby monks to complain. Now that they have become a heaven-level sect and dominate one area, their disciples have become even more arrogant and complacent, always walking around. Some people are flattering, asking them to claim to be disciples of the Shang Sect and look down on the monks of the lower sect.
And this time, it was the first time that the Silver Sea Sword Sect led its disciples to the Fengyun Grand Meeting. For this reason, the sect also spent a lot of money to find people to refine the Tengyun Sea Crossing Boat, just to successfully enter the South Sky Sea today. After the big boat was completed, all the nearby forces were amazed by it. It also made the disciples of the Silver Sea Sword Sect shine with light on their faces and walk with a sense of joy.
But after entering the Jienan Tianhai, the disciples discovered that the large boat that crossed the sea in the sect was not only comparable to the Feixing Temple, Heyuan Floating Palace and other artifacts, it was even compared to the Feidun of other heaven-level sects. Compared with the magical weapons, they all appear to be of inferior quality and rough, and others can tell at a glance that there is a gap in the sect's background.
Zhu Youcheng had never been so insulted. Standing on the deck, he felt that everyone's eyes were like thousands of needles piercing his body, pricking holes in his pride.
The disciples behind him also looked ashamed, and they all clenched their fists tightly.
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