Chen Mo originally wanted to use these more than three thousand spirit stones to buy some magic weapons at the stalls, but maybe because he had too high a vision, he walked around Beihuang County thoroughly and didn't pick anything he wanted until early in the morning. thing.
There was no way, the temporary plan had to be changed, and the competition would take some time. He could only learn from Sun Xing's method, and when it was about to break, he found a hyacinth from the city, and then went to a remote place. I rented a house in a corner of the county and lived there first.
As for the earth escape technique, he plans to study it after adjusting it tomorrow night.
The fat monk who handed out the wooden plaques said that the competition would be held at 3:00 noon, but it was more than an hour early. Many monks wearing uniform robes poured out on both sides of the main street where the competition was held, with people separated by ten feet. The entire street was under security, all the monks setting up stalls were cleared, and no idlers were allowed to approach.
As the most solemn gathering of casual cultivators in decades, it was natural for the Yan State to hire monks to guard the gathering. Hundreds of people stood there with their pens upright, creating a somewhat solemn atmosphere.
Half an hour in advance, the monks who had been waiting on the south side of the street for a long time were allowed to enter. There was a crash, noisy shouts could be heard, and the monks rushed in. If there were monks looking down from above at this moment, more than ten thousand The black spots suddenly poured into the prescribed route, which was truly spectacular.
Chen Mo only rested for two hours, and then he couldn't fall asleep. At this moment, he was also walking inconspicuously among the huge crowd.
At the same time, in the central square of Beihuang County, hundreds of simple arenas have been set up, and special alchemy monks have applied formations to them to prevent the cultivators in the competition from destroying the arena due to excessive power. They have to repair it again and again.
A few feet in front of the arena was a place where people signed up to participate in the battle. It was precisely because there were so many monks who came to participate that the first round was based on a one-to-three elimination system. As the name suggests, a monk can only defeat three in a row. You can advance to the next round only if you have an opponent.
Of course, after each competition, there will be a short rest period, during which the consumed spiritual energy can be replenished.
This is an opportunity to see luck. It doesn’t mean that casual cultivators at the tenth level of Qi Refining have no chance at all. Assuming that the person defending the first round is a monk at the eleventh level of Qi Refining, the first opponent will be the same. At the eleventh level of Qi refining, the two of them were both injured, and the defender narrowly won. The second opponent was at the tenth level of Qi refining, which consumed some of the defender's energy. When the third person came up, would they be able to take advantage? Some advantages?
The number of monks at the eleventh level of Qi Refining is extremely rare, with only a hundred or so among the more than ten thousand contestants. There are even fewer at the twelfth level of Qi Refining. Except for those few young masters trained with all their strength by casual cultivating families, it is almost impossible for anyone with this level of cultivation to exist.
If you encounter them, it's bad luck, so just give up.
A monk who can reach the thirteenth level of Qi Refining at the age of thirty has zero chance of existing in the casual cultivation environment, so he will not be considered.
There are risks, but how do you know if you don’t take a chance? As long as they meet three opponents at the tenth level of Qi Refining in the preliminary round, and if they have better luck in the remaining matches and avoid powerful enemies, there is still hope for them to get the Fate-Defying Pill at the tenth level of Qi Refining.
"cough..."
This ordinary cough suddenly spread throughout the central square, and the expressions of all the monks participating in the competition changed. The only ones with this ability are...
"All young casual cultivators in the world of cultivation, I, Li Tianlong, welcome you here. At the same time, I am here to announce that the competition in the arena of the casual cultivators conference has officially begun!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the originally dark sky with some clouds disappeared in an instant, revealing the original color of the blue sky!
There was no unnecessary nonsense, just a brief opening remarks, which brought the atmosphere of the scene to a climax!
"Oh my god!! Senior Li is here too!!"
"Senior Li has cultivated his spiritual skills!! Just opening his mouth can cause the heaven and earth to shake!!"
"Is this the terrifying thing about Yuanying monks!"
...
The monks were shocked, and they all discussed the vision just now. They didn't even see each other, but their voices spread throughout Beihuang County. How domineering this is!
"The rules of this competition will be announced below!" An old man who formed an elixir appeared on the stage in the middle of the arena at some point. He talked about the things that need to be paid attention to, which was roughly the same as what Chen Mo heard from others while waiting. , for example, you cannot use the family's inherited treasures, or the consumable magic weapons between masters and disciples. These are extremely unfair to some casual cultivators, so they are not dropped.
The most serious thing is to deliberately harm the opponent, and if you find out, you will be directly disqualified from the competition. Of course, if you can't resist the move, it will be another matter.
This kind of statement is rather tricky. Even if some veterans take advantage of the rules, others can't say anything.
"Members of the team, start counting in turn!" After the old man shouted these words, he jumped off the ring and went to nowhere.
"The first game! No. 433 vs. No. 1789!"
"The second game, No. 1986 versus No. 7750!"
...
Chen Mo randomly found a registration desk to wait. Soon, the steward in front of him raised a trumpet-shaped magic weapon in front of his mouth and loudly called out the two people who were about to appear.
It's not just him. Similar situations are staged in hundreds of competition stages. Each monk will shout three times in a row. At the same time, the token in the contestant's hand will resonate with the trumpet to remind the contestants.
Not long after, hundreds of arenas were filled with competing monks. Some arenas were filled with magic spells that dazzled the cultivators. Others were fierce confrontations, fighting to the death with swords. Here, unless you voluntarily admit defeat, it would be No one can save the loser in time.
As time went by, the battles in hundreds of arenas became more and more anxious and intense.
More than three hours have passed since Li Tianlong announced the start of the competition, and it is still not Chen Mo's turn to appear. He has been patiently observing the competition on the nearby ring, trying to learn something from it.
After all, stones from other mountains can be used to attack jade, and Chen Mo also wanted to find his own shortcomings from the shortcomings of others.
During this period, two monks showed their talents and neatly defeated the three monks who came to challenge them, which attracted a burst of applause from the audience.
"Ji Ming from the Ji family in South Korea, Long Xuehan from the Long family in Yan country..." Chen Mo secretly remembered the names of these two people in his heart.
When he turned around inadvertently, a bright light suddenly flashed in the distance: "Brother Chen!" Chen Mo followed the voice and looked, who was the yellow-skinned woman more than ten feet away if she wasn't Zheng Lu?
Chen Mo waved to her, and the latter quickly ran over and said with excitement: "Brother Chen, I didn't expect to meet you here! Where is Master Sun?"
Chen Mo lied without blinking: "Master is still in Hengfu County and has not come here." At the same time, he asked: "Uncle Zheng didn't come with you?"
"My father and his family are selling goods in a county not far from here. My little sister came here because she was bored. Did Brother Chen sign up for the competition?"
"I..." Chen Mo was about to speak when a voice suddenly came from the speaker of the fourth arena: "Next battle, No. 11200 will face No. 479!"
Seeing the change in Chen Mo's expression, Zheng Lu chuckled and said: "Go quickly, Brother Chen, my little sister will cheer you on below!"
He rushed over with great strides. Opponent No. 479 was already in place. He was a fat man with a tenth level of Qi refining. When he saw the opponent coming up, the fat on his face suddenly trembled. Laughing so hard that my eyes almost went out.
"God has really helped me advance! The third game is next. As long as I defeat this silly boy, I will be able to participate in tomorrow's rematch!" The bloated fat man thought to himself.
The fat man said with regret: "Brother, you are so unlucky when you run into my little skinny tiger Pijie! It's better to retreat quickly. The sword has no eyes, and it will be bad if you accidentally hurt him!"
"Your nickname is Little Slender Tiger?" Chen Mo almost couldn't help laughing.
"Clang!"
The ringing of the bell at the registration desk also heralded the official start of the competition. The fat man named Piglet was about to seize the opportunity and take a step forward, but he only felt a stab of pain in his chest, and then his eyes blurred and a long The sword was placed on his shoulder. Chen Mo said calmly: "Little Skinny Tiger, you lose."
At this time, there were more than 20 monks watching under the arena where Chen Mo competed. Before anyone could see what was going on, the competition was over. How could they not be surprised!
"What's going on?! The two of them know each other and are working together to fight against match-fixing?"
"I don't understand!"
"I lost?"
Piglet's eyes widened in disbelief. How long had it been? Did you lose yourself in just one breath?
Chen Mo didn't say anything, and moved the sword forward again, using actual actions to tell him whether it was a dream or reality.
One is equivalent to the eleventh level of Marrow Cleansing and Qi Refining, and the other is the tenth level of ordinary Qi Refining. If Chen Mo cannot defeat the enemy with one move, then he will really waste his Yin Spirit Bloodline.
That time in Qingyao Valley, if he hadn't had a hard fight with a madman and damaged his foundation, he wouldn't have been affected by the combined attack of the two monks in the end. It had already been solved by joining hands.
"He used a magic weapon!" A monk with a lot of experience saw the secret and said in a deep voice: "While the fat man was not concentrating, he threw out a needle-like magic weapon, and then used mysterious footwork to get close to him. Defeat the enemy with one move! This person is a formidable opponent!"
The speaker was a monk at the eleventh level of Qi Refining, so he could naturally see Chen Mo's true level.
"....Winner, No. 11200!"
The casual cultivators at the registration office also found it incredible. They glanced at the two people on the ring in surprise and then announced the results of the competition.
Chen Mo raised his hand, retracted the embroidery needle used in the previous sneak attack, and silently sheathed his long sword, quietly waiting for the arrival of the next enemy.
The little skinny tiger Pijie had forgotten how he got there, his plan fell short, and all his previous efforts were in vain!
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