Early the next morning, Qin Xinyao came to the martial arts training ground.
A huge square tower was built here overnight. The surface of the tower is extremely smooth and can vaguely reflect people's faces.
There is an orb on the top of the tower. The bead is emerald green and emits a soft brilliance.
Qin Xinyao's face showed a look of yearning: "The middle-grade spiritual weapon Qingyan Pearl is a magic weapon refined by the ancestor himself."
People had gathered all around, and young faces looked up at the sky. In the sky, the ancestor was sitting on a precious tripod, his robes fluttering in the wind. Below him, several elders of the Qin family headed by Qin Jianming stood in mid-air with their magic weapons.
"The person who climbs the tower and obtains the Qingyan Orb is the first."
The ancestor said loudly, flicking his sleeves and robe, "Let's get started."
After a brief moment of silence, the crowd burst into excitement. The young members of the Qin family rushed up to the square tower, and it was packed to the brim.
Qin Xinyao was not in a hurry. She stayed behind and patiently observed the situation of the people in front.
I saw that after the young people came into contact with the Square Tower, their movements suddenly became sluggish, as slow as a snail. Some people managed to climb up for a while, but then suddenly slipped down.
Qin Xinyao looked thoughtful. She stepped forward unhurriedly, found an empty seat, raised her left foot and stepped onto the tower.
The seemingly smooth surface did not make people slip. On the contrary, there was a strong suction force coming from under the feet, which almost pinned people to it. After Qin Xinyao put all the rest of her hands and feet on it, a heavy pressure enveloped her, as if she was stuck in a mire, and it was extremely difficult to move even an inch.
While Qin Xinyao mobilized the spiritual power in her body to resist the pressure and marched hard, she complained to Jing Yingrong in a low voice: "How did the ancestor come up with this kind of competition method."
Jing Yingrong: "It's like one of the inner sect examinations of Luotian Sect."
Qin Xinyao: "Like?"
Jing Yingrong: "The pressure will disappear randomly, you need to use spiritual power..."
Before she finished speaking, the heavy pressure suddenly disappeared and the suction no longer existed. Caught off guard, Qin Xinyao slipped down directly.
Fortunately, she reacted very quickly and was prepared after previous observations, so when she was halfway down the slide, she used her spiritual power to attach herself to the tower surface.
As soon as the fall stopped, the pressure and suction appeared again. The spiritual power running in Qin Xinyao's body was forcibly interrupted, and a bright red color appeared on her lips.
She stuck out her tongue and licked the blood off the corners of her lips, and said with a wry smile: "How much did he imitate, ancestor?"
Jing Yingrong thought for a moment, "The difficulty is reduced by 50%."
Qin Xinyao: "...it seems that the Luotian Sect you are talking about is a large sect."
After Qin Xinyao climbed a short distance, her spiritual power was exhausted, and she had to take out pills to replenish her spiritual power. Even the act of taking the elixir made her sweat profusely.
Most people stop below one-third of the square tower. Those who can climb up to half the waist are the leaders of the younger generation of the Qin family. Their cultivation level is at least Dzogchen in the Qi training period and above, regardless of spiritual power. His control, his flexibility and reaction speed, as well as his patience and perseverance are all better than ordinary people.
After several times when the pressure suddenly disappeared, Qin Xinyao had gained some experience and her progress gradually accelerated.
Unconsciously, she had surpassed most of the people and was still five feet away from the top of the tower.
In mid-air, Qin Jianming glanced at her with his peripheral vision, anger gleaming in his eyes.
He glanced at the ancestor of the Qin family above him who seemed to be concentrating with his eyes closed. His fingertips moved slightly, and a strange black filament formed by spiritual power floated towards Qin Xinyao.
Qin Xinyao kept her head down and crawled hard, unaware of the black particles floating towards her.
Jing Yingrong: "He took action."
"Huh?" The groggy Qin Xinyao was stunned for a moment before she realized who Jing Yingrong was talking about.
She said simply: "Then I'll trouble you."
A faint word "good" came to my ears, and then there was no more sound.
After Qin Jianming used the black filament, he kept staring at Qin Xinyao. However, after waiting for a while, he didn't see anything strange from Qin Xinyao, but he felt a chill in his body.
His spiritual power was suddenly disordered, the magic weapon shook a few times, and he almost fell from the air.
Qin Jianming's strange behavior attracted the attention of others. The ancestor of the Qin family opened his eyes and said, "What's wrong?"
Qin Jianming broke out in a cold sweat. He managed to maintain his composure and said: "It's probably because I made a mistake during my practice a few days ago and I haven't fully recovered yet, so I lost my temper. But it's nothing serious. There's no need to worry, ancestor."
The ancestor nodded slightly and looked away.
Qin Jianming wiped his sweat. There was doubt in his eyes, but also some disbelief. Then he quietly lifted up a corner of his sleeve.
A strange black thread was wrapped around the arm exposed under the sleeve.
Qin Jianming's expression changed drastically.
He hurriedly put down his sleeves and glanced up, down, left and right in confusion. All he saw were familiar faces.
The cold sweat that had just been wiped off came out again.
We are almost reaching the top of the tower, but besides Qin Xinyao, there are two other disciples of the same race who are also close to the top of the tower.
The cultivation level of those two people is weaker than Qin Xinyao, but their clothes are extraordinary and not comparable to Qin Xinyao.
Qin Xinyao raised her eyelids and tried to look at the Qingyan Orb that was very close at hand. She frowned, as if she was thinking about something.
Then, a flash of light flashed in her eyes.
Qin Xinyao took out one of the two swords, stretched out her arms and tried her best to push the sword forward. The tip of the sword was just touching the Qingyan Orb.
She injected spiritual power into the sword and connected herself to the Qingyan Orb through the sword. Although it was only an extremely small link, it was enough.
Qin Xinyao retracted the sword. Under the influence of spiritual power, the Qingyan Orb swayed slightly, then lost its balance and rolled down from the top of the tower towards Qin Xinyao.
Qin Xinyao caught the Qingyan Orb steadily and showed a relieved smile.
The voice of the ancestor of the Qin family sounded at the right time: "The first competition is over, the winner is Qin Xinyao."
Then, with a flick of his finger, the square tower quickly collapsed, everyone returned to the ground, and the pressure and suction disappeared.
The two people who were closest to the Qingyan Orb were very dissatisfied and said one after another:
"Ancestor, Qin Xinyao didn't actually climb to the top of the tower. She got the Qingyan Orb by a trick. This junior thinks it's unfair."
"Juniors also think this is unfair. Please tell me, ancestor."
The ancestor of the Qin family looked at Qin Xinyao with a confused expression, "Qin Xinyao, how do you want to respond to his two questions?"
Qin Xinyao held the orb in her hand and smiled slightly: "The original words of the ancestor were 'climb the tower to get the Qingyan Orb'. First, the ancestor did not say that you must climb to the top of the tower. 'Climb the tower' and 'climb the top of the tower' , I think the difference should be quite big; secondly, the ancestor only said to obtain the Qingyan Orb, but did not say that it must be touched with one's own hands, nor did he say that it cannot be tricky. In short, at this moment, the Qingyan Orb is in my hand, I - —is the winner."
