Outside the elegant guest house, Xiang Lanxuan was wandering under the trees on the edge of the mountain, sometimes looking into the distance, sometimes lowering her head to think, her skirts occasionally swaying in the wind, and her movements revealing a maturity that was inconsistent with her gorgeous appearance.
His entourage suddenly came out of the courtyard and quickly came to her and bowed. Before she could say anything, she had already said: "Over there in Dingyin District, ask the flower hunter what day the first round of competition will be.
A suitable hidden viewing position, I would like to see how he abandoned literature and turned to martial arts."
Speaking of this, I couldn't help but smile.
It is interesting for a woman to see a man as the most talented man in the world.
Unexpectedly, the entourage looked a little surprised and replied: "I'm afraid I won't be able to see Da Zhongxing for the time being. He will not participate in the first round of competition."
Xiang Lanxuan turned back and frowned: "Not participating? What do you mean? Are you withdrawing from the competition again?"
Seeing that she had misunderstood, the entourage hurriedly handed over the secret report in his hand and reported: "There is news over there. In the first round of drawing, the beauty scout failed to draw his opponent and won the only single lot. According to the rules of the conference, he automatically
I advanced, so I don’t need to participate in the first round of competition.”
"..." Xiang Lanxuan was dumbfounded, and immediately took the secret report to check. After reading it, she found that it was really like this. She couldn't help but stare at the contents of the secret report and shook her head, tut-tutting, "How come it happened to be him? This can also be hit."
, this guy is really a lucky person."
The attendant added: "He should participate in the second round of the competition. I will find a suitable spot first. It will not be too late to go to the big parade then."
Xiang Lanxuan nodded and said, "Then let's go and have a look in the second round."
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At three quarters of the next day, the sun had just popped out.
The previous lottery venue in Dingyin District has been slightly reorganized and directly transformed into a competition venue.
The stage from yesterday is still there, serving as the host stage for the competition.
A large circular area was drawn in the middle of the large drying area, which was obviously used as a competition venue. Some trapezoidal stands were also opened around it, but there were not many people coming to watch, at least compared to such a large area.
Considering the venue, there were not many spectators.
It can be said that all the participants from Dingyin District were present.
As people who are going to participate in the competition, they all want to see how other people's fighting abilities are. After all, they may encounter them in the next round. Now is a great opportunity to preview in advance for research.
Although Yu Qing didn't have to participate in the first round of competition, he still felt that the "Fengchen Sword Technique" he practiced should be a good technique, but after all, it was just a self-perception. He hadn't fought against any Xuan-level monks. To put it bluntly, he hadn't really tested it yet.
Too dark.
A volume of practice techniques is thrown in the warehouse and no one pays attention to it. Unlike those with clear inheritance from the master, the master will tell you what achievements the ancestors have achieved with this technique. This technique of unknown origin really makes people feel sad.
Somewhat bottomless.
What's more, those who can come here to participate in the meeting should be the best among the Chuxuan monks. Naturally, he also wants to come to see the strength of others and estimate whether he can handle it.
In addition to the participants and those who maintained the rules of the competition, there were also some outside spectators, scattered in the surrounding stands. It was estimated that there were only a hundred people in total. Yu Qing noticed that more than ten of them were Chongchan masters.
From the court.
The group of men and women seemed to be people from "Guijian Villa". Among them was a pretty and elegant woman who seemed to be Chan Shaoting's mother. Yu Qing picked it up from Chan Shaoting's polite attitude and mouth shape.
It shows in the title.
Cheer, support, or come to see how Chan Shaoting shows off his talents and how he earns face for "Gui Jian Villa".
Yu Qing used the Guanzi Jue to look at the mouth shapes of those people, and felt that these people from "Gui Jian Villa" did not pay attention to the other people participating in the competition at all. They seemed to think that it was natural for Chan Shaoting to stand out in the competition.
One girl's mouth expression seemed to directly indicate that Chan Shaoting was the number one person in Dingyin District.
Chan Shaoting's mouth was actually a few words of modesty, saying that he couldn't say anything like this, because he didn't know there was no such thing as Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.
Of course, I was being modest, and my expressions on my face showed that I did not take the other participants seriously.
That little girl seems to be Chan Shaoting's sister.
In short, a large number of people who can come to this small area to watch the competition are related to the participants.
For the participants, from the time they received the competition rules to now, they are almost clear about the rules, and no one expressed any doubts when faced with the questions from the host.
Then there was a "dong dong dong dong" drum sound, and the competition officially began.
The two contestants holding the number "1" wooden cards came to the host stage one after another, handed over the wooden cards that equaled the qualifications for the competition, which also proved their identity again, and immediately they both jumped into the circled competition venue.
The competition uses the sound of drums as the trumpet, and the drums sound non-stop, so both sides in the competition cannot make a move.
The sound of the drums suddenly stopped, which meant that the competition officially began.
In the first game of the first round, the two sides were not in a hurry to fight. Because they didn't know the strength of the opponent, they were facing each other and did not dare to make a rash move. They seemed to be looking for an opportunity to make a move.
Everyone in the audience stared at the two of them, but after waiting for a long time, the two people who had gathered their strength still did not dare to take action.
At this time, the "dong dong" drum sounded again. According to the competition rules of the competition, it was also to prevent anyone from causing trouble. This was a war drum!
Within a moment, the drum will sound three times at intervals, prompting the battle three times. If the two warring parties still do not take action after the drum sounds three times, both parties will be ruled out.
At this moment, a person began to move slowly, and suddenly kicked out flying sand and rocks, and the person also drew his sword and chased after him.
Unexpectedly, the opponent also kicked back with flying sand and rocks, and the two figures were fighting together for an instant, with rumbling, clanging, and banging sounds intertwined.
Qi Jin sent dust flying in the competition venue, and the two figures kept fighting each other, sometimes hitting the ground, and sometimes both flying into the air.
The momentum of the fight made Nanzhu and Mu Aotie look a little shuddered. They found that the strength of the people who came to the meeting was indeed not simple. If thrown into the martial arts world, these two should be regarded as the so-called masters of the early Xuan.
Yu Qing turned his head and looked at the expressions of the two senior brothers.
It is unlikely that the strength of both sides will be completely balanced. Under normal circumstances, one side must be at a disadvantage. After a few moves, the strength of both sides will be divided into high and low. The weak will naturally use all its strength to fight for a chance of victory.
Fight hard.
The competition in the first round of the first round quickly became intense, and there were constant bombardments and explosions in the competition venue.
Seeing that his opponent was in a desperate state, the strong man touched the opponent's depth a little, and seemed to be unwilling to entangle him. He found the opportunity to dodge sharply and retreated to the edge of the designated competition area.
The weak one immediately swung his sword and chased him away quickly. His momentum was no less impressive, or even better.
The strong man suddenly burst out with powerful energy, and instantly set off a small sandstorm like an overwhelming force. He also rushed back, carrying the billowing sand and dust with him, and the momentum was quite astonishing.
The weak man was shocked when he saw this. It was obvious that if this continued, the entire large-scale competition venue would be swallowed up by the opponent's sandstorm, so he jumped up and avoided the frontal impact. He was in the air, holding hands with his hands.
The sword slashed towards the target rushing from the ground.
The man on the ground stopped for a moment, holding the horizontal sword in his hand, looking up at the sky with cold eyes, and the sand and dust rolling behind him instantly swallowed him up.
The person who slashed in the air broke through the sand and dust with his sword energy, but was still swallowed up by the scale of the sand and dust. The two figures in the air and underground disappeared into the sand and dust one after another.
Onlookers didn't know what was happening in the sand. They only heard a "bang" sound and could faintly see the ups and downs inside the sand.
A sword light suddenly shot out from the dust into the sky, like a meteor shooting back into the sky under the rising sun.
A figure also flashed out from the sand, it was the stronger one, standing with one hand behind his back, and the other hand suddenly faced the rolling sand.
The billowing sand and dust instantly resembled a still picture.
He actually stopped the rolling momentum of the sand and dust with one palm of his hand.
Many people in the stands were surprised, and many people slowly stood up. Wu Tian and his uncle Sun Lianxing on the stage looked at each other in astonishment.
Sun Lianxing said slowly: "I'm afraid the other one is in trouble."
Yu Qingyi, who was in the stands, narrowed his eyes and praised, "What a powerful airbending skill!"
The still sand and dust suddenly fell like rain, like a falling curtain.
The sword light flying towards the sky began to fall down, and it floated in an arc in mid-air, drew an arc, and shot toward the strong man with a whoosh.
With a swish sound, the sword light returned to its sheath with impartiality and precision, returning to the strong man's waist.
Although this strong man was dressed in simple clothes and had an ordinary appearance, the aura of slowly lowering his hands at this moment actually gave people the air of an invisible master.
"River the sword through the air!" Chan Shaoting, who murmured to himself, slowly stood up, his eyes shining brightly.
The woman on the side, her mother, also looked a little solemn and reminded: "Ting'er, this person's sword control skills are a bit like my 'Gui Jian Villa' style. He also looks young. If his cultivation level can break through.
If you reach the realm of Shangxuan, you will definitely have an extraordinary future. If you are matched up in the next competition, you must be alert and careful."
Chan Shaoting nodded silently.
The little woman on the side, his sister, said in a surprised tone: "I thought my brother was being modest, but it turns out that among these humble people, there really is a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger!"
She couldn't help but take a few more glances at the other contestants in the stands, wondering if there might be other low-key masters among them.
The dust and sand fell like a curtain, revealing the figure of another weak man.
In the light dust floating in the breeze, the weak man is leaning on the ground with his sword. The distance from the strong man is not far away. His figure is shaky, as if he is barely holding himself up with the sword. There is blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, and there is an obvious bloody mark on his chest and back.
Wound.
The strong man spoke, and seemed to say something to the weak man. The distance was a bit far, so no one could hear him clearly.
But Yu Qing stared at the movement of his lips and saw the words, "I don't want to kill you, it's because you don't know how to retreat and insist on fighting for me, don't blame me!"
A sad smile appeared on the weak man's face, and then he leaned over and fell down.
The strong man turned around and walked towards the host table.
Wu Tian, who was on the presiding stage, waved his hand and immediately rushed out to the waiting Kunling Mountain disciples who urgently carried away the weak person who fell to the ground for treatment.
As soon as everyone saw the location of the penetrating injury, they knew that their efforts were in vain. Sure enough, after a while, they saw the Kunling Mountain disciples squatting outside the field standing up one by one, shaking their heads, obviously unable to save their lives.
Wu Tian on the stage looked at the treatment activities off the field and sighed. Then he looked at the strong man who had already taken the stage. He still had to follow the rules and walked to the background wall. He took off the dart with the strong man's name and handed it to him.
If the strong person keeps it, it is equivalent to declaring that the strong person is qualified to enter the next round of darts drawing.
Everyone in the stands stared silently at the strong man's every move. They didn't expect that such a master would suddenly appear in the first match of the first round. They didn't expect that life and death would be decided in the first match of the first round.
Everyone must consider what to do when facing this person in the future.
Staring at that person, Nan Zhu and Mu Aotie's Adam's apples twitched from time to time.