It didn't take long before the Wang Sect Master whom I had seen when I first entered the door appeared in the air. [guan m]
Looking at the disciples in the square, Sect Leader Wang nodded and said loudly:
"Disciple An Jing of the Luoxia Sect, this selection of our sect is to select the most outstanding disciple of our sect. According to the registration statistics, a total of 734 people have signed up for this competition, and all of them meet the regulations."
"Now, all the disciples participating in this competition will draw number plates. The competition will be based on the numbers on the drawn number plates. The drawing of number plates will begin next."
After saying that, Qin Fengming saw an old man holding a large black flower basket suspended in the air.
Disciples kept flying to the old man and taking out jade tokens one by one from the black basket. Qin Fengming did not dare to neglect and followed the disciples to fly over.
Arriving in front of the old man, he swept the black flower basket with his spiritual consciousness, and a barrier blocked his spiritual consciousness. The old man chuckled, glanced at him, and snorted softly.
Qin Fengming's face suddenly turned red. He was not the only one who hit this wall. Not daring to stay any longer, he stretched out his hand to take a jade token from the basket, turned around and flew aside.
Taking the jade plaque in front of me, I saw that the number on it was one hundred and thirty-four. If it proceeds according to the knockout rounds, he will have to wait for a long time before it is his turn to play.
Fighting between monks, especially among low-level monks, takes a long time to determine the winner. The defensive spells learned by low-level monks are basically the same, and their offense only relies on magic weapons. If you want to use a magical weapon to break through the opponent's defense, you need to spend some effort.
Seeing that all the disciples participating in the competition had drawn their number plates, a middle-aged man immediately appeared in the air and said loudly: "Now, the disciples who have been drawn to No. 1, No. 2, No. 3, and No. 4 will go to the corresponding venues and compete. . But in the competition, the key points must be kept to the end, and no one else's life may be hurt. Violators will be severely punished."
As soon as he finished speaking, eight disciples immediately flew out from the crowd and entered the aerial competition arena respectively.
Qin Fengming used his spiritual consciousness to scan and found that among the eight people, four were monks at the eighth level of Qi Gathering stage, two were at the ninth level, and two were at the Great Perfection realm.
Seeing eight people flying into the competition venue, four foundation-building monks followed closely. These four foundation-building monks serve as referees for competitions in various venues. There are four foundation-building monks present. If something happens during the competition that endangers the lives of others, they can provide timely help.
After the referees waved their hands in each game, the four venues started the competition at the same time.
Scanning the four venues with his eyes, Qin Fengming basically judged the situation on the scene. It may take a long time to determine the winner in two of the venues.
The reason is that there are two eighth-level disciples in the same venue, and the magical weapons they use are not very powerful in attack. Both of them have intermediate defensive talismans. It depends on who has stronger magical power. In another venue, there were two ninth-level disciples, and their situation was not much different.
As he expected, it didn't take long for the winner to be decided on venues No. 3 and No. 4, with two disciples at the peak of the Qi Gathering Stage winning effortlessly. Sites No. 1 and 2 are still in a tough competition.
After the four disciples who had determined the winner exited the venue, disciples No. 5 and 6 entered the competition venue respectively and continued the competition.
This time, the two disciples who drew number five were about the same strength, and they were also deadlocked on the spot. No. 6 was the only one on the field, and it didn't take long for the winner to be decided, and the winner was another disciple at the peak of the Qi Gathering Stage.
An hour later, the winner was decided after three stalemate matches. And they all ended when one of them had exhausted their magic power and had to admit defeat. The winning side was also exhausted and on the verge of collapse.
The competition went on one after another, making Qin Fengming drowsy. No interest at all. Such competition has long been out of his sight. But the others were all watching with interest, and it was better not to go too far. He found a relatively secluded place, sat down on the ground and closed his eyes to rest.
Time passed slowly, and when it was getting dark, the competition ended on the 56th.
At this time, when the winner was determined in all four venues, Sect Master Wang flew out and announced that the competition ended here and would continue after breakfast tomorrow.
Back at his residence, Qin Fengming recalled the more than fifty competitions that took place today, and felt that there was nothing outstanding about today's competition. He looks forward to a wonderful competition tomorrow.
Early the next morning, the competition started on time. Just when Qin Fengming felt helpless, suddenly, a beautiful figure appeared in the competition venue. It was the senior sister named Zeng who had asked Qin Fengming to refine the top-level magic weapon.
Qin Fengming's spiritual consciousness swept over and he immediately saw that Senior Sister Zeng was at the peak of her Qi gathering stage.
I saw Senior Sister Zeng wearing a light red palace dress today, with a light pink ribbon tied around her waist, making her look slim and radiant. As soon as he appeared on the stage, he aroused cheers from many male disciples, injecting a shot in the arm into the less active competition arena, and the scene immediately became lively.
Senior Sister Zeng's opponent was a disciple at the ninth level of Qi Gathering Stage. Facing Senior Sister Zeng's flowery face, the disciple seemed a little reserved. He had not even competed yet, so he was three points weaker.
The monk presiding over the competition announced the start of the competition. Senior Sister Zeng stretched out her hand and drew out a talisman. A blue protective shield immediately appeared in front of her, which was a clear water shield talisman. Then he raised his jade hand, and a high-grade magic weapon appeared in his hand. When he raised it, it turned into a startling rainbow and flew towards the opponent.
The male disciple did not hesitate, stretched out his hand and offered a talisman, which turned into an earthy yellow shield to wrap his figure. While waving his hand, he also raised a high-grade magic weapon and rushed towards it. The two magic weapons were fighting in the air. It was hard to tell the difference for a while.
Seeing this, Senior Sister Zeng was not in a hurry. She calmly waved her hand and took out another high-grade magic weapon. It circled in the air and flew towards the opponent.
The man was stunned, and couldn't help but look embarrassed, and hurriedly sacrificed a magic weapon, but this time, the magic weapon he sacrificed was only a medium-grade magic weapon. Come to think of it, he no longer has any high-grade magic weapon on him.
For ordinary disciples in the late stage of the Qi Gathering Stage, if they are not backed by a cultivating family and have excellent cultivation talents, by the time their cultivation reaches the ninth level of the Qi Gathering Stage, it would be enough for them to have a top-grade magic weapon. It's a very rare thing.
Four magic weapons were flying and circling in the air, dazzling everyone. The man's medium-grade magic weapon only lasted for one meal before he was beaten to the point of losing his spiritual power and could no longer fight.
The man originally wanted to sacrifice another medium-grade magic weapon, but he hesitated again and again and ultimately did not sacrifice it.
He knew that even if he sacrificed the magic weapon again, he wouldn't be able to support it for long. After all, the other party had two high-grade magic weapons. But he only has one. In the end, he had to bow his head and admit defeat. He bowed to Senior Sister Zeng and flew out of the protective shield.
Senior Sister Zeng won without any doubt, causing thousands of low-level monks present to burst into cheers. Senior Sister Zeng calmly put away the two high-grade magic weapons and flew away from the competition ground.
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