The internal competition between the outer courtyard and the inner courtyard was not divided into too much detail. The disciples from the four classes A, B, C and D first challenged within the class, and the ten winners were drawn by lots with the ten students from the other three classes.
Forty will advance to two, twenty will advance to ten, and after ten to five, there will be a bye, and the other four people will compete in pairs, and the winner will finally be ranked among the top three.
Lin Luo found a place to stand, and Erni came back soon.
"Zimo, who is the most powerful in the sect?" Erni curiously asked Lin Zimo who was also looking around.
Lin Zimo scratched his head and thought for a while, "I think it should be the sect master. The sect master is very powerful. I heard that he will soon enter the Nascent Soul stage."
In the Qingxuan Continent, the Yuan Ying stage is the ancestor, and it can indeed be regarded as the ceiling of combat power.
After three months here, Lin Luo and the others have not met the sect master of the Xunxian Sect, nor do they know what the sect master looks like.
But it's normal to think about it. The sect leader will naturally not show up randomly.
Lin Luo didn't know that Si Jing had already met her.
"Quiet, the competition within classes A, B, C and D will begin next." Teacher Zhou stood in the middle of the ring and spoke.
Teacher Zhou is a teacher in Class A of the Foreign College, and is Lin Luo’s current teacher.
The outer courtyard is divided into A, B, C and D, and the teachers must also have corresponding status.
In the outer courtyard, Teacher Zhou has the highest status.
Each teacher is responsible for the internal competition in his own class, and then the ten winners will be sent together to meet. If the disciples in his class are selected by lot to compete, they can only blame themselves for their bad luck.
But under normal circumstances, there is not much difference in the strength of the disciples between the four classes in the outer courtyard, especially Class A and Class B.
In previous competitions, students from Class D also ranked among the top three.
Therefore, the internal competition in the outer courtyard actually depends on the disciples' own cultivation conditions.
If you want to make a splash in the internal competition, you have to work hard.
The number of students in each class of Class A, B, C and D is about the same. Class A has forty-two disciples, Class B and Class C have forty, and Class D has thirty-eight.
Obviously, the difference in the number of people in Class D is two because Lin Luo and Er Ni went to Class A, so there will be two more people in Class A.
Afterwards, the four classes A, B, C and D began the formal competition.
"Who do you think is better in Class A? I heard that Senior Sister Shen is the number one person in Class A. I think Neibi should be number one this time, right?"
"I think Lin Zimo is pretty good too. You see, not all the Lin family members are in the inner courtyard, but there are also people in the elite academy. He is considered to be at the bottom of the Lin family."
Another person obviously had a different view, "I don't think Lin Zimo has any intention of practicing, so it shouldn't be him."
Everyone was talking about it, and Lin Zimo, who was being talked about, got a stick of corn from somewhere and was gnawing it.
Ever since Lin Luo and the others came back from eating baked potatoes in Zihuai Village, Lin Zimo felt like he had stepped into the door of a new world. For the first time, he discovered that whole grains were particularly delicious when simply roasted or boiled.
From that time on, he fell in love with eating whole grains.
Whether it's boiled sweet potatoes, boiled corn, baked potatoes, roasted taro, etc., he eats them in different ways every day.
Seeing that he was still chewing corn during the competition, Lin Luo was always a little speechless.
My child, you have never experienced the hardships of life!
"Zimo, do you have any more? Give me one quickly." Lin Luo was also a little greedy.
It's not that I haven't eaten it before, but I just saw how delicious Lin Zimo tasted it, and he was good-looking, so there was always a kind of corn that seemed particularly delicious.
If Lin Zimo became a food broadcaster, Lin Luo felt that the way he looked when eating corn meant that he couldn't afford it.
"Yes, come and give it to you."
Lin Zimo took out two hot corn sticks from the storage ring, gave one to Lin Luo, and the other to Er Ni.
Feeling the warmth of the corn, Lin Luo sighed again that Lin Zimo was rich.
If the cooked corn was put in Lin Luo's storage ring, it would have been cold and hard by the time you eat it.
But Lin Zimo is different. His storage ring can actually keep the corn fresh and warm.
So angry, the more he thought about it, the more envious he became. Lin Luo took a hard bite of the corn.
The disciples are gearing up, preparing for the competition and eager to get a good ranking.
Lin Luo and the others were eating corn here, and the sweet smell penetrated everyone's nostrils, and for some reason they all looked at Lin Luo and the others.
I have to say that this style of painting is particularly unique.
Erni stared at her round eyes and took a step back without any trace.
The meaning is obvious, no more.
Everyone's minds are filled with dark questions. Do they want to eat? Why are they so guarded against them?
The competition continued, with Lin Luo standing outside the circle looking at the disciples who were already competing.
To be honest, although these disciples have all entered the Xunxian Sect, the talents of the disciples are also uneven.
Lin Luo was thinking when she suddenly heard someone calling her name.
"The next game will be between Lin Luo and Daizhou."
Hearing this, Lin Luo bit off the last bite of corn, chewed it quickly in his mouth and swallowed it. Then he picked a leaf from the corn cob, wrapped it in it, and put it in Lin Zimo's hand.
"Zimo, throw it away for me. We don't have a trash can here or anything like that. I'll go and compete first. Thank you."
After saying this, a man not far away jumped lightly onto the ring.
Seeing this, Lin Luo was about to jump up, but stopped at that moment and walked up instead.
Are you kidding? She is not a monk now.
Everyone's eyes were originally on the ring, but when they saw Lin Luo walking up step by step, more and more people laughed at him.
"Hahaha, didn't I see that the girl walked up directly?"
"Yeah, no, is there anyone who hasn't built a foundation? You can jump up by building a foundation!"
Most of the disciples who said this didn't know Lin Luo.
People who knew Lin Luo didn't think so, and some couldn't help but roll their eyes.
"What do you know? I'm a Yiyin Talisman Master, not a monk. It's normal that I can't jump up."
"That's right, once she becomes a two-seal talisman master, there will be no need for this competition to exist."
Everyone was discussing, and Lin Luo also heard what some people said.
However, she didn't care and walked onto the ring with a calm expression.
Lin Luo's opponent, Dai Zhou, was already waiting. He stood opposite with an expressionless face, a long sword tilted downward in his hand, and there was no extra emotion in his eyes.
"Junior sister, please."
"Brother, please."
Seeing this, Teacher Zhou's voice came.
"The competition begins!"
As soon as Teacher Zhou finished speaking, Dai Zhou raised his long sword with his right foot and swept towards Lin Luo, with the tip of the sword pointing directly at Lin Luo.
Lin Luo turned slightly to one side to avoid Dai Zhou's attack and took two steps away.
Seeing that Lin Luo easily dodged his attack, Dai Zhou was not discouraged and swung his sword again.
This sword, carrying the accumulated spiritual power, went in the direction of Lin Luo.