Chapter 40: The conference begins
The sky is blue, the breeze is blowing, the majestic and majestic mountain peaks tower into the clouds, and the whole body is surrounded by purple air. It is the Yunmiao Fairy Mountain. It is like a king among the mountains. Standing on the top of the mountain, the immortal can directly overlook the entire small world of immortal land!
At this time, more than 300 immortal families from all over the Yunmiao Immortal Palace gathered in the sword training square on the top of the Yunmiao Immortal Mountain. The first item of the Immortal Palace Conference was to select ten outstanding disciples from the hall. Naturally, all members needed to be present. together!
Seeing that the time had come, Master Yunmiao cleared his throat and said, "Everyone, I now declare that the Immortal Palace Conference has officially begun!"
Just after he finished speaking, the three hundred boys and girls standing outside the square cheered enthusiastically. In fact, the disciples were the happiest when such a big event happened. Because cultivation is extremely boring and boring, and it is repeated over and over again every day. How can these disciples, who are young and young girls in the mortal world, be willing to live such a life all day long? So it would definitely be more fun if we could have some group activities! Being able to see how strong others are, and then test where your own cultivation is worse or better than others, is also of great benefit to your cultivation!
"Well, first of all, I need to know which of you are qualified to participate in the Immortal Palace Conference. As we all know, there are sixteen Immortal Palaces in this star area that are jointly managed. The future development of each Immortal Palace depends on the outstanding disciples in the temple. . So among you, I and the elders here need to determine who are capable and outstanding disciples. There are only ten places, which means that each of you only has a one-thirtieth chance to stand out and participate in the real temples. Competition among outstanding disciples!" Although Master Yunmiao's voice was not loud, it could be heard clearly by every disciple.
Zhou Hao stood quietly in the crowd, and many disciples glanced at him, because in their eyes, Zhou Hao could definitely enter the top ten. Of course, he is not the only one. The two popular beauties Yu Nan and Su Qing are the focus of everyone's attention. In addition, there is Fei Ling who had a fierce battle with Zhou Hao. Although Fei Ling lost to Zhou Hao, his true strength is still Yes, so the top ten is not a big deal to Fei Ling!
However, there is one person now who makes all the disciples confused, and that is Nangong Xun’s eldest disciple and parent-child—Nangong Ying! As we all know, when Zhou Hao first came to Yunmiao, Yu Nan wanted to seduce Zhou Hao but was blocked by Su Qing. Later Yu Nan moved out his senior brother. Who would have thought that even he could not match Su Qing. And now that Nangong Ying has returned from seclusion for thirty years, it is naturally to enter the Great Immortal Cave. Where is his strength now?
Although thirty years is short, for a disciple like Nangong Ying, whose father is an alchemy master, cultivation can progress rapidly, so no one dares to underestimate him. Even if Su Qing defeats him, no one can be sure that he will encounter two more people. How does one win or lose!
In the middle of the first row of disciples, Nangong Ying is wearing white clothes and has an indifferent face. He is handsome and of medium height. He looks gentle and elegant, much like his father Nangong Xun.
"The first round adopts a knockout format. Three hundred disciples will fight against each other in pairs. There are two games in total, which means seventy-five people will be screened out. The meaning of the numbers on your clothes is now, No. 1 vs. No. 300, No. 2 Against No. 299...until Number 150 versus Number 151! This round is a test of your individual combat capabilities. Let the competition for the top ten officially begin!" Immortal Yunmiao scanned the audience. road.
As soon as the words fell, all the disciples couldn't wait to find the corresponding numbered disciple. Each of them had a number on their right chest, and the queues at the station were from one to three hundred, so it was naturally easy to find them. opponent!
Zhou Hao was number ninety-nine, and the corresponding numbered disciple was number two hundred and two. The two of them looked at each other, cupped their hands, and immediately broke into a fight. The shining fairy lights were colorful and bloomed like fireworks!
The fairy sword was unsheathed, and the cold light was cold. The two swords collided in the air and made a clanging sound. It didn't take long for No. 202 to be easily defeated by Zhou Hao. You must know that although the two sides only used swords to block, in fact, they fought hard. Who has stronger immortal power? Zhou Hao only has a hundred years of cultivation...
On the other side, Su Qing, Yu Nan, Nangong Ying and others also defeated their opponents easily. For them, this kind of battle was just a warm-up!
At the beginning of the second game, there were only half of the three hundred people. The sword training square became colorful and dazzling for a while, because the strength of the two sides will become more evenly matched later, the battle will last longer, and the fighting skills will naturally become more and more equal. The more exciting it is!
"Elder Yunfang, your disciple looks really good. He has achieved such a level of cultivation in just thirty years. In the first match, he faced a very qualified disciple of Elder Nangong. Fighting Sword The one who blocked the competition was his own immortal power, but he didn't expect that he defeated the opponent effortlessly!" An elder who usually had a good relationship with Yun Fang happened to be sitting next to Yun Fang, and he couldn't help but praise Zhou Hao.
"I'm sorry, this kid Zhou Hao is as sensible as Yu Yang. It's enough for me, a master, to have him as my apprentice for the rest of my life!" Yun Fang looked at Zhou Hao in the field and was overjoyed.
Soon, the second game was over, and there were only seventy-five people left in the field. The confident smile on the winner's face was in stark contrast to the bitter smile on the loser's face, but no one cared about this. The strong can naturally receive flowers and applause, because they have proven themselves with their strength!
"Very good, the second round is about to begin. A five-to-five confrontation system will be implemented. The round will not end until there are twenty people left. You need to draw the corresponding number from this box. There are seventy-five red wax pills in the box. But there are only numbers one to thirteen, that is, each number has five wax pills. If you draw the same number, you will form a group. This round is a test of your teamwork ability! I want to remind you, if there are five people in a group If anyone in the group is defeated by other groups, then all members of this group will be eliminated, so I think you should know how to fight next!" Immortal Yunmiao said and took out a wooden weapon out of thin air. With a flick of his finger, the wooden box flew down in front of the seventy-five disciples.
After hearing this, all the disciples immediately became a little nervous. The Wuwu confrontation really requires unity. It is not enough to protect oneself. You must also ensure that your teammates are not defeated. However, some disciples thought about it and thought that this was not a big deal at all, as long as they quickly defeated the weakest member of the opponent's group, wouldn't it be enough?
The disciples stepped forward to draw lots, and soon everyone had a scarlet wax pill in their hands. They opened it and saw a white slip of paper with a number written on it, so people with the same number immediately stood together.
"No. 9? Oh my, I have a fate with Jiu Ting today, it's already 39!" Zhou Hao said to himself as he looked at the white note in his hand.
"Huh? You are No. 9, and I am No. 3. We must not meet each other in a while!" Cao Shuang glanced at Zhou Hao's white note and felt bad at that time.
"The palace master said that the remaining twenty people will be considered the end. In other words, eleven groups will be eliminated, and the remaining four groups will be promoted. Don't worry, your group will be among the quarter." Zhou Hao revealed two rows. The white-toothed man smiled and patted Cao Shuang on the shoulder, and then he motioned to the latter to look at someone.
"Su Qing? She...she's also No. 3?" Cao Shuang's eyes widened at that moment. Looking at that graceful and slender body, he suddenly felt confident.
"Then...what are you afraid of, buddy? Nangong Ying still doesn't dare to compete with our No. 3 group even after he comes, hahahahaha..." He was a little worried a second ago, but now Cao Shuang has become "arrogant" again. stand up.
"This guy, turning over his face is like turning over a book..." Zhou Hao was sweating inside.
"Zhou Hao, let's work together! Aren't you happy?" Suddenly another slender figure jumped up to Zhou Hao, but the numbing voice made everyone around him fly up in surprise!
"Happy...happy! Very happy!"
Good guy! Zhou Hao was almost frightened to death by Yu Nan. She was attacking from behind and was being cute. After all, her style of painting was a bit crooked when she had a face like a queen with three-dimensional facial features and was being teased...
Not far away, Nangong Ying and Cheng Yan were extremely angry. The former could restrain his inner anger, but the latter gritted his teeth: "Damn Zhou Hao, how can he let Senior Sister Yu Nan treat him like this? I really want to kill him right away. he!"
"Don't worry, he won't live long!" Nangong Ying's eyes became colder than ever at this moment, and the hands in his sleeves turned white.
"That's right, it won't take long anyway. Just let this kid play for two more days, and we will soon be able to avenge our shame!" Cheng Yan seemed to have thought of something and looked at Zhou Hao not far away. Sneering again and again...
Zheng!
The sword light shone and the sound shook the sky. Seventy-five disciples started a new round of duel in this huge square. A group of five people made the entire duel even more exciting. In order not to be defeated by any one person, many people must unite together. Let’s fight against the enemy together. After all, not many people can defeat one against five!
Of course, "not many" means that there are still a few who can do it, and some of these two or three people want to prove themselves with one against five!
Nangong Ying, at this moment, his arms are completely made of gold, emitting bright light like a sun shining in all directions. Every time he raises his arms, a unicorn roars out. It is the famous immortal weapon - the golden unicorn arm!
Boom!
Nangong Ying attacked, and directly swept away a group of disciples with a domineering punch. At this stage, the disciples in each group were fierce and could not be defeated so easily, but they still failed miserably against Nangong Ying! All five people were hit by that punch. Although they did not die on the spot, everyone vomited blood and was seriously injured. It is said that they were really "vulnerable"!
But everyone knows that it's not that that group of people is too weak, it's that Nangong Ying is actually superior, otherwise it would be impossible to be one of the three heroes.
However, most disciples felt that Nangong Ying was too cruel. After all, he belonged to the same sect. Even if he wanted to prove his strength after seclusion, he couldn't use his fellow disciples as living targets, right?
"Haha, Elder Nangong, your Ying'er seems to have really made great progress in her cultivation during this retreat. Congratulations!" Cheng Bing quickly flattered Nangong Xun, who was sitting next to him.
"What the hell, your Yan'er is pretty good too. It seems easy even after two games!" Nangong Xun smiled and waved his hand.
Cheng Bing laughed twice and thought: Yes, yes, without your elixir, how could my son Cheng Yan pass so easily?
