The martial arts stage area is now crowded with people, and a large number of outer disciples have come here.
Some people come here to participate in the competition, and some come to watch the competition.
Those who watch the competition cannot enter the martial arts square and can only watch in the outer area. There are also a large number of people standing on the nearby mountains to watch. Everyone is a qi-training monk and their eyesight is still good and they can see clearly.
In addition to the outer disciples, there are also the deacons and elders of the outer sect. Most of them are wielding swords in the air, with their hands behind their backs, and their fairy aura is floating in the air.
Compared with Qi-training monks who cannot fly with swords, their skills are much higher.
At this time, two sword lights flashed across the sky, came outside the martial arts stage, and landed on the ground.
It was Lu Gaoyang and Wang Siqi. Lu Gaoyang was holding someone in his hand, it was Lu Yi.
Lu Yi felt the gazes of the nearby outer sect disciples and his face turned a little red. After all, he was considered a respectable person in the outer sect, but he didn't expect to be carried away by someone?
My image of being wise and powerful is gone...
Lu Yi felt furious, he must break through to the foundation-building realm as soon as possible and learn to fly with a sword as soon as possible!
Lu Gaoyang put Lu Yi on the ground and patted Lu Yi on the shoulder: "You brat, just do your best in everything, don't be too pushy."
Wang Siqi smiled slightly: "Yier, come on, mother believes you are the best."
Lu Yi smiled at the two of them: "I understand."
Lu Gaoyang and Wang Siqi nodded slightly, then turned into streams of light and flew into the air, where their colleagues were.
Lu Yi walked towards the martial arts square.
Along the way, when the outer disciples saw Lu Yi, they all smiled and greeted him.
"Senior Brother Lu Yi."
"Senior Brother Lu Yi, you are here!"
"Senior Brother Lu Yi..."
Lu Yi smiled and nodded in response, and soon arrived inside the martial arts square, where everyone was participating in the competition.
Compared to the entire outer sect disciples, the number of people participating in the competition was much smaller, but there were still tens of thousands of people.
The entire square was still crowded with people. These outer disciples either closed their eyes alone to relax, or communicated in twos and threes. After seeing Lu Yi, most of the disciples nodded, smiled, and said hello.
"Junior Brother Lu Yi! This way!"
At this time, Lu Yi heard a familiar voice. He turned around and found Lu Ling, Wang Wulian and Wang Xinqi standing on the edge. Lu Ling waved to him with a smile on his face.
Lu Yi smiled and walked over: "Three senior brothers."
"Junior Brother Lu, you're finally here. The auditions are about to start. I thought you wouldn't be able to catch up." Wang Wulian said with a smile.
Lu Ling smiled: "Junior brother Lu is the son of Deacon Lu Gaoyang. Deacon Lu will definitely bring him here. What are you worried about?"
"Aren't you worried about missing an opponent?" Wang Wulian grinned.
Lu Ling rolled his eyes and said faintly: "The last time we competed, neither of us won."
"It's different this time! My swordsmanship has reached the realm of transformation!" Wang Wulian grinned, full of confidence: "This time, my goal is to be in the top 30!"
Hearing this, Lu Yi smiled and said, "Congratulations to Senior Brother Wang."
"This is all thanks to you, Junior Brother Lu. I have to thank you." Wang Wulian looked grateful.
While the four were communicating, not long after, a figure crossed the sky and landed on the central stage. It was an old man with gray hair, a serious expression, and wearing a white robe.
He is Dugu Fang, the great elder of the outer sect of the Baiyun Sect. It is said that his cultivation has reached the peak of the golden elixir, and he may break the elixir and become an infant at any time. He is considered the strongest in the entire outer sect, and even the strongest in the entire Baiyun Sect.
As Dugu Fang appeared, the originally noisy voices gradually quieted down. Everyone looked at Dugu Fang on the central stage. This was the majesty of the Great Elder.
Dugu Fang glanced at the people below and said: "It's time for the annual outer sect competition again. I hope that this time, someone can make me shine and stand out in the Baiyun Sect... Now, the audition begins. This audition is no different from the past. It only takes a stick of incense to resist my pressure."
While he was talking, an ordinary incense stick appeared in Lonely Fang's hand. He did not make any movement and lit the incense directly.
Dugu Fang then threw the incense away. The wooden stick of the incense was inserted directly into the stone slab of the central arena, like gold and iron, and burned slowly.
"let's start."
As he spoke, an extremely powerful pressure was released from Dugu Fang's body, spreading in all directions, and finally slowly enveloped the entire martial arts square.
Suddenly, the disciples participating in the competition felt a tightness in their chests. Many disciples turned slightly pale on the spot, and some even coughed up a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground and fainted.
Most of the people who come to participate in the assessment are monks who are at the fifth level of Qi training or above. However, there are always young and frivolous disciples among the outer disciples who feel that they are special beings. Even if they are at the third or fourth level of Qi training, there are still people who will come to participate in the competition. Thinking that maybe I could become famous in one fell swoop.
There are many such disciples in every competition.
Obviously, they are not special. Under the pressure of the golden elixir, they cannot even hold a breath.
Compared with these people, although the average monk at the fifth level of Qi training feels his chest is heavy, he can still resist it if he uses his spiritual energy to resist it.
The higher the cultivation level of the outer disciples, the better their performance. Facing such pressure, Lu Yi felt as if a breeze was blowing on his face, with almost no reaction.
He glanced at the people next to him. Wang Wulian and Lu Ling were very relaxed and seemed to have no reaction. Wang Xinqi was relatively worse, his face was a little pale, but compared to those monks at the fifth and sixth levels of Qi training, Wang Xinqi is already quite good.
At this moment, Lu Yi thought of something and said to himself: "I want to pass the audition."
Although he has already taken over the competition task, what if he can do another audition task?
However, after Lu Yi waited for a while, there was no change in the panel. Obviously, he could not accept the task.
Lu Yi was a little regretful, but he was not surprised. This was too big a loophole. According to his research on the mission panel, the possibility of success was not high.
Lu Yi stopped thinking about it.
As time went by, many monks at the fifth level of Qi training began to shake and found it difficult to stand firm. Some even fell to the ground directly and were unable to pass the audition.
Wang Wulian and Lu Ling also started to circulate their spiritual energy. They glanced at Lu Yi and were convinced. They were obviously only at the seventh level of Qi training, but in the end they could easily withstand the pressure of the great elder without even needing to circulate their spiritual energy.
Soon, the time for burning incense was over, Lonely Fang dissipated its pressure, and not even half of the disciples were still standing in the martial arts square.
Most of the disciples at the fifth level of Qi training cannot even pass the audition. Most of those who can pass the audition are at the fifth level of Qi training and above.
Dugu Fang glanced at these disciples and felt a little disappointed. There was still no change in the quality of the outer sect this time.
However, he was not too surprised and just said: "Those who passed the audition will stay, and the others will leave the martial arts square."
The defeated outer disciples looked bitter and helped each other to leave the square. The disciples who had fainted were also taken away by someone they knew.
Soon, only the disciples who had passed the audition were left in the entire square. Even so, there were still nearly ten thousand people, and the number could be said to be extremely exaggerated.
In the past, each competition would be held for several days. This is not unreasonable. After all, there are too many disciples of Baiyun Sect.
