In the magnificent hall, the sword fighting competition was in full swing.
There are 150 temporary arena spaces opened up by the emperor with his supreme magical power, which can accommodate 300 monks to compete in the arena at the same time. Compared to the millions of monks in the hall, this number is not too many.
However, due to the gap in cultivation level, many monks often just look at the opponent they are randomly matched with and will wisely choose to abstain. After all, there is a huge disparity in strength between them. If they go up, they will only be beaten to shame, which is not as good as It's better to just quit.
Moreover, for those elite talents who dare to step into the ring, it often does not take much time to finish a match, and the winner can often be decided within a few rounds. It is rare that the situation is so evenly matched that it turns into a stalemate and protracted battle.
Therefore, based on the experience of previous immortal gatherings, it only takes a few days at most for this sword fighting tournament to determine the final ranking of the genius list and distribute the relevant rewards.
In the bright moon in mid-air, a large number of monks' names were changing rapidly. From time to time, some names would completely dim until they disappeared. Those were monks who had already been ruled out or had used up their chance to abstain.
At the same time, the names of some monks will become brighter, and traces of purple energy will gather from the void to bless these names.
The atmosphere began to become tense and subtle at some point. The attention of almost all the big shots was focused on those space arenas. From certain areas in the palace, cheers, sighs, or angry and resentful curses could be heard from time to time. , to name a few.
From time to time, injured and bleeding monks would be teleported out, and the Daoting immortals who had been waiting would take action to treat their injuries. Everything was arranged in an orderly manner.
Qin Muling also slightly put away his casual expression and began to pay close attention to the duel process in the space arena. The new generation of monks who are qualified to enter this hall can basically be regarded as the title of genius elite outside, so they have magical powers. , natural abilities, enemy experience and other aspects are quite promising.
Princess Long Yi didn't care much. Her only focus was on the beautiful young man sitting in front of her. She took a sip of fairy brew, glanced at Qin Muling, took a bite of spiritual beast meat, and then continued to look at Qin Muling... It didn't feel too comfortable.
Senior sister Xue Bingxuan did not have her turn for the time being. Su Yunmo, Qi Shuyu, Yu Binghua and other senior sisters participated in the round one after another. Due to the relatively mediocre cultivation of their opponents, they all won with a clear advantage and returned safely. Go to the palace to continue the banquet and wait for the next opportunity to appear.
After the three matched monks all announced their abstention, Luo Wanqing finally faced a heavyweight opponent: Tu Mubai, the young sect leader from the Yunting Sect of the Supreme Taoist Tradition. Currently at the first level of Yuanxian, he majors in sword cultivation and law cultivation. He is considered to be the most outstanding group of people among the new generation of genius seeds in Taixu Starry Sky. If nothing else goes wrong, the position of the next headmaster of Yunting Sect must be his.
On the space arena, the fourth senior sister Luo Wanqing, with bright eyes and heroic appearance, was dressed in gorgeous red armor. She was holding an extremely thick wolf tooth warhammer that was two heads taller than her body. She was shrouded in In the faint shadow of flames, a fiery and wild aura rushed towards his face.
Tu Mubai, who was dressed in a blue robe and had handsome features, held a shining green frost sword in his hand, with fighting intent in his eyes: "Fairy Luo, I have been famous for a long time, please give me your advice!"
Of course he knew Luo Wanqing's name. This princess from the ancient witch kingdom had a reputation for being vicious and unscrupulous in her early years. She had beaten countless geniuses. My cultivation level is not as good as that of her opponent, so it is not easy to win, but even if I lose, I still have to have a good fight with her, and I cannot lose the name of Yunting Sect.
Luo Wanqing nodded slightly without saying anything. She gently waved the wolf fang war hammer in her hand, and countless fine light symbols on the hammer's head danced and shimmered. The momentum of his whole body began to rise, and countless violent undercurrents of air surged. Behind him, a shadow of a giant about a hundred feet tall, with muscles all over his body and wrapped in animal skin armor slowly emerged. He held a shield in his left hand and a hammer in his right hand. His cold eyes filled with endless fighting intent stared at Tu Mubai opposite.
"The Romance of Fairy Wood"
Tu Mubai's face suddenly changed. This princess who had awakened the bloodline of the ancient witch god went all out as soon as she came up. Obviously, she could no longer hold back any more. As her thoughts suddenly changed, the light and shadow around her body flickered, and dozens of layers of defensive magical powers were instantly blessed on her. On the body.
After a breath, as the fourth senior sister let out a sweet shout, the wolf-fang war hammer pulled out a terrifying afterimage in the air that was difficult to discern with the naked eye. It crashed down like the sky and hit Tu Mubai's defense field hard.
"Peng!"
Like a sack of flesh that had been knocked away, Tu Mubai couldn't resist the blow from the fourth senior sister. He flew backwards hundreds of feet away, covered in blood, and fell directly out of the range of the space arena. He was killed without any suspense. Judgment failed.
"I……"
Tu Mubai, who was bleeding from the corners of his eyes, opened his mouth and fell into a coma before he could say a word. Immortals from the Taoist court had already rushed over to treat him.
In a corner somewhere, a group of monks with graceful, majestic looks and powerful auras stared at the beautiful fiery red figure from a distance with solemn expressions.
"This woman is a bit difficult to deal with!"
A red-shirted monk with extremely thick bones and an abnormally tall body knocked on the table and said slowly: "There are hundreds of human monks, but only a few can really pose a threat to our ancient ethnic group. species, and she happens to be it.”
A young man in black with stern eyes and a bright yellow seal in his hand said: "When the ancient witch-god lineage dominated the world, even our clan had to avoid its edge. Since she has awakened the bloodline of her ancestors, naturally Qualified to be our real opponent!”
A beautiful girl in a purple fairy dress with a noble temperament and a faint pattern on her forehead said: "There's just one thing I don't understand. The bloodline power of the ancient witch god has been passed down very thin until now, and the descendants who are lucky enough to awaken are becoming more and more... The fewer there are, and the bloodline is generally not very pure, no matter how hard they try, this is an irreversible trend. However, this Luo Wanqing is a rare exception. I wonder what kind of incredible opportunities she has received before? "
There was silence.
The red-shirted monk is a new generation genius seed of the True Dragon clan. His name is Ao Rui. His bloodline is extremely pure and his body is unimaginably powerful. Although he is currently an intermediate Yuanxian, he relies on his terrifying physical strength. He has defeated the powerful true immortals of the human race more than once. Although the inheritance of the skills possessed by those opponents is not very outstanding, it is enough to prove the extraordinaryness of this dragon genius.
The boy in black is Chiye Ling, who comes from the ancient Qilin clan. His grandfather is the contemporary clan leader of the Qilin clan, and his status is extremely noble. His cultivation level has reached the high level of Yuanxian, his bloodline is pure, and he has encountered countless adventures in his life. Even the Taoist court recognizes him as the strongest person in the new generation.
That beautiful girl is from the ancient Lihuang lineage, her name is Ni Qingyue. She awakened her ancestral bloodline early, and her cultivation has improved rapidly. She is now an intermediate Yuanxian, and she has once surpassed the next level with her natural talent. The glorious record of slaying the true immortals of the human race is also a seed of genius that the higher-ups of the Taoist court attach great importance to.
Chi Ye Ling picked up the wine bottle in his hand and drank it in one gulp, and mused: "Compared to us ancient ethnic groups, the human monks are indeed weaker. They have no advantage in terms of physical body, soul, bloodline power, or innate magical powers, so in For a long time, the human race was suppressed by us, until quasi-holy emperors also appeared in their race, and there were more than one or two."
You Qingyue nodded slightly: "In terms of individuals, human monks are rarely our rivals, but in terms of numbers and scale, our groups combined are less than a fraction of humans. So now they are the masters of the world. Our glory days have passed."
The human race is favored by the fate of heaven and earth. Even if the newly born mortal individuals are extremely weak, have no ability to protect themselves, and have a very short lifespan, they have extremely terrifying growth potential, coupled with the exaggerated reproduction speed, making the human race a logical Occupying the position of the largest clan in Taixu Starry Sky.
The unimaginable size of the ethnic group will naturally produce a large number of elite seedlings suitable for cultivation. Over a long period of time, a sufficient number of peak experts will surely be born to compete with other ancient ethnic groups until they are completely overwhelmed.
Ao Rui sighed: "The number of our tribe is really small. The stronger the bloodline, the harder it is to leave descendants. Therefore, even if we often won the first prize in the Sword Discussion Conference in previous years, the senior Taoist officials of the human race are They don’t take it too seriously, just because they have enough confidence and don’t need to be too afraid of us ancient ethnic groups.”
There are only a few well-known new-generation strong men among the ancient tribe, but how many genius seeds are there in each generation of the human race? At least a hundred times more than those powerful foreigners. The number of piles alone can kill them all.
In the past, the Taikoo ethnic group could still rely on the quasi-saint emperors in the tribe to support the scene, but when the number of quasi-saint emperors in the human race increased, this advantage no longer existed.
You Qingyue's eyes are dim: "It is the general trend for the human race to dominate the world. Do we want to go against heaven? Unless we can think of a way to solve the problem of people's reproduction difficulties, there will be no hope at all."
Ao Rui smiled self-deprecatingly: "This is something that only the old guys in the clan need to consider. Let's forget about it. It's only right to improve our strength with peace of mind. Hmm? It's my turn?"
As he spoke, he put down the wine bottle and grabbed the short-handled copper hammer at hand slowly but quickly. His figure immediately disappeared and was teleported into the space arena.
Ao Rui's opponent this time was a genius from the Jiuling Yuanqing Sect. His strength was not satisfactory. He lasted less than ten rounds before he was knocked over by the dragon genius and he had no choice but to vomit blood and admit defeat.
On the other side, the senior sisters of Yunmeng Tiangong took turns to play. They encountered strong and weak opponents, but they basically ended up winning. Especially the five girls Xue Bingxuan, who have always maintained the speed to overcome all obstacles and go against all odds since their appearance. Violent situation.
Lin Shengqing's luck was a bit unlucky. After winning more than ten games in a row, he was defeated by a prince from the Tianwu Divine Dynasty. His final ranking was probably not even in the top one thousand. He was so angry that he kept yelling and cursing, and a group of people around him The elders of the Haoyue Sword Sect could not persuade him.
Although Yan Lingji abstained once, the subsequent duel went smoothly. He never encountered a formidable opponent and always won. He may have a chance to break into the top five hundred genius list.
"...Junior Brother Qin, the fact that they have the cultivation strength they have today must have something to do with you, right?"
Princess Long Yi asked meaningfully. Because of Qin Muling, she naturally paid more attention to the female cultivators of Yunmeng Tiangong. Seeing the outstanding performance of the Xue Bingxuan girls, even the old supreme cultivators had no suspense. The ground was so low that it was impossible not to be curious.
According to the information originally collected by the Taoist Court, the direct disciples of Mu Yinghua, the master of Yunmeng Tiangong, except for Xue Bingxuan, who is slightly stronger, the rest have barely reached the threshold of the demon-level genius seed, and most of their achievements in this life have been reached. foreseeable.
However, when I saw them today, they had grown to the middle level of Yuanxian. They had strong foundations, incredible fortunes, and bottomless potential. They could trample most of the demon-level genius seeds without any suspense. Went down.
What kind of extraordinary adventure would it take for them to undergo such a transformation?
"How do I know? It seems more appropriate for you to ask the Master Master about this question."
Qin Muling calmly peeled the five-color lotus seeds in his hand. Of course, this kind of thing would not be admitted even to death. As for whether she believed it or not, that didn't matter. She couldn't find any evidence anyway.
Princess Long Yi looked at him with a faint smile: "Although there is no evidence, my intuition tells me that Junior Brother Qin, you have to listen to what you say! What do you think?"
"……as long as you are happy."
Qin Muling simply pretended to be dead and continued to deal with the delicious immortal wine on the table.
Aunt Su next to her had a gentle and reserved smile, and while instructing the maids to continue serving wine and dishes, she silently wrote down all the types and types of dishes Qin Muling had eaten.
Princess Long Yi smiled generously, raised her hand to take a milky white snow seed, peeled off the fruit's coat, and brought it to Qin Muling's mouth with her own hands: "Sister, I found that you seem to particularly like eating spiritual fruits like snow seeds. Fortunately, mother's There are also a lot of them planted in Dongtian World. They are taken care of and cultivated by senior medicine immortals. They are large in size and of excellent quality. You can come and eat as you like when you are free. The taste will only be better than the varieties in Yunmeng Tiangong, and it will never let you down. Disappointed."
"Well, thank you very much, senior sister."
Qin Muling opened her mouth to catch the spirit fruit she fed without any concern, bit it gently, and the crispy, sweet and sweet juice burst out on the tip of her tongue. The wonderful feeling of ultimate comfort was really indescribable to outsiders.
A moment later, it was Qi Yalan's turn to play again, and her opponent this time was surprisingly Yan Lingji, the top disciple of the Xuanji Star Palace.
"Unlucky..."
Yan Lingji could only curse silently in his heart and used the opportunity to abstain for the second time.
Whether he likes it or not, these women in Yunmeng Palace are already beings that he cannot afford to offend and can only choose to look up to.
However, he was really unlucky today. Just half a quarter of an hour later, a new round of random matching results came out, making Yan Lingji's eyes darken and he almost fainted.
The enemy he has to face this time is Xue Bingxuan, the head disciple of Yunmeng Tiangong.
The surrounding Xuanji Star Palace elders looked at each other. Yan Lingji's two chances had been used up now. If he gave up again, he would be eliminated directly.
Qin Muling was thoughtful in the distance. He didn't believe that this was really just a coincidence. Emperor Qinghuan probably used some tricks to see the limits of the senior sisters' strength and to help Yunmeng Tiangong teach Xuanji Star Palace a lesson. enemy.
After weighing for a moment, Yan Lingji finally defended the dignity of the headmaster's founding disciple, silently raised his sword and stood up, and was immediately teleported to the space arena.
"Snow Fairy, please give me some advice."
Seeing Xue Bingxuan's clothes fluttering, stepping forward in the air, and landing lightly on the other side of the ring, Yan Lingji raised his sword, slightly saluted the stunning beauty opposite, and spoke warmly.
Xue Bingxuan nodded slightly, raised the long sword in her hand, and moved her mind silently. A huge phantom of the alchemy cauldron appeared behind itself, with almost transparent flames covering it, and the temperature in the surrounding space rose sharply.
