Until the Zhongzhou Competition is about to come, the people to be sent out for this youth group individual competition have not yet been decided.
As the saying goes, there is no first-class martial arts and no second-class martial arts. The individual battles of each sect are divided into venues according to their realms. Each realm can send one person. Other sects will have a sect competition before the Zhongzhou Competition, just to decide. Use this quota to send out.
Xia Wu, Lin Du, and Yuan Ye were all classified as not good at fighting, and Yan Qing was only at the early stage of Soaring Cloud Realm.
However, the gap in combat power between the Dzogchen Realm and the early stage of Soaring Cloud Realm was huge, probably as different as Mo Lin before he lost his spiritual bones and Lin Du before he learned physical skills. Letting Yan Qing go out to fight would not give him an advantage at all.
But obviously, apart from Jinxuan, no one from the Supreme Sect can go to Qin Xinjing's competition this year.
Lin Du had something to say, but Feng Chao predicted it in advance.
"No, you can't."
"I'm not a child anymore! Let me try!" Lin Du forced himself to act coquettishly.
Feng Chao shook goosebumps all over the place. She was now immune to Lin Du's face...that was strange.
Lin Du lay on her desk, his chin resting on the tabletop, looking at her eagerly, as if he would not leave unless she agreed.
Feng Chao cleared his throat, "Did I ask you to copy the Heart Sutra in vain?"
"Ah." Lin Du said, his chin still resting on the table, his words were a little unclear, "How can I count the copies in vain? They are all piled six feet high. I use them as papyrus for calculations now. We can even burn the boiler after all.”
Feng Chao was speechless, "If your bones are injured, you won't be able to nurse them for three or two years after you come back."
Lin Du tilted his head, "But the prize for this individual competition is Wuding Longzhu and a hundred spiritual crystals."
"Wuding Longzhu is also known as Broken Bone Buping. In the past eight years, Mo Lin has broken bones once a month on average. It's better to give him a sense of participation."
Feng Chao:? What is this sense of participation?
She didn't speak for a while, and the person opposite successfully found the list of the Zhongzhou Competition and filled in the empty box with the word "Lin Du".
Lin Du stood up and said, "Then it's settled. I agree by default. Don't worry, I'm an array master."
"You are currently in the middle stage of the Tengyun Realm." Feng Chao reminded her friendly, "I can knock you off the stage with just one move from the Tengyun Realm."
Lin Du crossed his arms without looking back, "The mountain man has his own clever plan."
Feng Chao covered his head, "Stop running to the theater from now on! And don't read those messy scripts!"
Lin Du had long since disappeared.
A group of people began to prepare intensively for the Zhongzhou Competition. Before eating every day, they listened hungry to Lin Du's analysis of the annual secret realm assessment and sand table drills on the art of war.
There is no sand table in the natural dining hall. The soups, meals and steamed buns have become mountains, hills, and strongholds...
Yuan Ye suddenly returned to the time when he was watching Taifu teach in class. However, Lin Du never said it was a sand table drill. He only said that there were nineteen big steamed buns in total. We only have one of them now. How are we going to snatch away the remaining eighteen? A steamed bun.
It’s like coaxing a child!
As a result, when he went back to have a dream, in the dream the Taifu said that the sand table where the troops were lined up turned into steamed buns one by one, and the water bank turned into egg drop soup.
Before leaving, a group of people went down the mountain together. It was called to buy the supplies needed for the competition, but in fact it was hamsters gathering food.
"I bought plum blossom cakes, butter abalone, pea yellow, dried meat, air-dried duck legs, shredded beef...what else is there?"
Ni Jinxuan unfolded the purchase list in her hand, "It seems there is no more. When I go back, I will make new orange candies for my uncle, that will be enough!"
"It's okay, the fifth senior brother made the candy. Anyway, you can't bring any talismans and magic weapons that were not made by yourself into the secret realm. Let's just get some food."
The orange candy is pretty good, but it sticks to your teeth. When the secret realm broadcasts it live to so many people, it would be a bit embarrassing if it sticks to your teeth.
What's more, Jiang Liang knew about her sweet taste. Caramel sugar was used to replenish the body's deficiency, and sucrose was used to neutralize the stress. Whenever Lin Du practiced, he would boil the sugar next to her. If Lin Du made a mistake, Lin Du's sugar would be added to the sugar. A weird drug that Du Dingding doesn't like.
But this time Jiang Liangliang realized that he only added the mint Lin Du liked.
The Zhongzhou Competition, which is held once in a century, has finally arrived with the eager anticipation of the Supreme Sect.
The Zhongzhou Competition was held on Zhengde Mountain. When a group of people from the Supreme Sect arrived, there were already many people in the square.
Except for the contestants, the densely packed auditorium is like the audience at the Colosseum in ancient Rome. It is noisy and boiling. Surrounding the midfield, there are eighteen seats, which are exactly where the three sects, six sects and ten gates are. The supreme sect members Young Master, sitting on the same side as Ji Shizong. Behind these eighteen parties were some small sects with almost no names who came to fish in troubled waters.
Several real people and a group of children landed on the seat with the emblem of the Supreme Sect engraved in the middle. Then they heard a group of boys behind them blurt out, "There are so many people."
Cang Li slapped him, "You are also a prince after all, but you have never seen the world?"
Yuan Ye looked at his master innocently, "It was my junior uncle who took the lead."
Cang Li's expression remained unchanged, "Can your junior uncle be the same as you? She is young and has not been down the mountain much in eight years."
Yuan Ye's eyes widened, "She went down the mountain to southern Yunnan eight years ago! In the past few years, except for competitions, I have never gone down the mountain!"
"Didn't you play the piano for the people in the sect's territory?" Cang Li crossed his arms and said, "You also made coffins for them."
Yuan Ye looked up at the sky, "Really?"
Yan Qing patted him on the shoulder, "Okay, sit down, someone is already calling you to block their view."
Yuan Ye turned around, "Is there anyone else in front of me? Who can I block?"
"Uncle Junior...what else?" Yan Qing saluted the family members sitting next to Guiyuan Zong, and kept talking, "They were all waiting to see the number one on the Qingyun Ranking, but they didn't hear a bunch of people behind them calling Lin Did you cross it?"
Yuan Ye:? Why didn't you call me?
Lin Du was a senior person and was sitting at the front with several senior brothers. He was giving advice at the moment, "Why do other sects have disciple uniforms? They are neatly arranged so that they have a good reputation."
The other sects had three or four times as many people in the seats as the Supreme Sect. In addition to those participating in the competition, there were also people watching.
The disciple uniforms of the Guiyuan Sect are platinum with auspicious animal patterns, and the uniforms of the Jishi Sect are aqua and silver patterns. The others are also varied but neat, and can form an entire spectrum band, which is very cool.
However, the Supreme Sect has only a variety of things that are not neat and tidy, and the clothes on the body are not the same color. It is very unorganized and undisciplined.
"It's okay," Feng Yi comforted her, "Our faces are the best facade of the Supreme Sect."
"Is our Supreme Sect a serious sect?" Lin Du folded his hands and whispered.
Cang Li: ...Good question.
He didn't know whether it was serious or not, but he came anyway.
Before the official opening time, Yan Qing came back from the Guiyuan Sect next door to recognize his relatives and shared the news with a group of people, "I heard that the Guiyuan Sect spent a full eight thousand spirit stones to buy the little master uncle."
"Am I worth that much now?" Lin Du's eyes widened.
"Because there has been no news from my junior uncle for eight years. Not only have I not found out your specific cultivation level, I don't even know if you are still alive."
Yan Qing whispered, "Others will have competitions at least every year."
Lin Du gave him a refreshing and detoxifying mint candy produced by Jiang Liang, "Good boy, eat the candy."
She was satisfied.
