"It...makes sense." Deng Qingyan nodded her head as if she understood.
So there is a reason why the protagonist can build a huge harem.
Obviously when he first appeared, he was almost like a protagonist, carrying rare items and clenching his fists with his fingernails dug into his flesh. Why has his IQ dropped off now?
Deng Qingyan wrinkled her nose and hummed: "Don't think about letting this matter go like this! Don't be eliminated too early in two days, Xiaobi. I will take care of your anger then."
"Absolutely." Mu Su nodded and bowed in agreement. He thought that he would be eliminated in the first round.
Then his vision went dark and he lost control of his body.
This feeling is very familiar to him, but the cutscenes are here to make it more confusing.
【Two days later】
Subtitles appear at the bottom. In the picture, the clouds overlook the rolling mountains below. The Immortal Taizong Sect is sitting among them.
The towering main peak is surrounded by several peaks.
From Mu Su's perspective, the picture passes through the stacks of clouds and gradually lowers, landing hundreds of feet above Qiuxian Mountain. From such a height, it can be seen that countless monks on the peak are like ants gathering in the white jade square.
In mid-air, countless flying swords and long shuttles were hovering in the sky.
There are also countless obscure and unnoticed eyes looking from the main peak.
[Xianling Taizong·Named Disciple Competition]
The screen descends again, and as it approaches the capped White Jade Square, more details are revealed.
The huge white jade square is divided into hundreds of pieces by small barriers. The white jade square is surrounded by yellow silk futons, with countless names, and disciples from the outer sect and even the inner sect sit cross-legged on the futons.
As for the direct disciples or those with strong cultivation, they are floating in mid-air at the moment.
Those who are strong in the golden elixir can only fly through the air when their spiritual power is condensed into elixirs. However, if you want to do this in the realm of refining qi or fake elixirs, you can only fly with objects. However, this method consumes your spiritual energy very much. It will be exhausted in no time.
Spiritual power. It is not advisable to do this unless you have deep spiritual power or a powerful magic weapon.
Musu can also fly, but he can't.
Except for those who went out to practice and perform tasks, or who were practicing in seclusion, most of the disciples of Xianling Taizong came.
He has been practicing for a long time, sitting in a cave and meditating. There are only a few activities in the sect a year. Therefore, as one of the few events, the registered disciple competition naturally attracts countless disciples to watch.
He is a bit like a silly roe deer, he will join in whenever he sees the excitement.
The picture falls on the White Jade Square, and the bird's-eye view changes to normal, gradually sweeping back, passing through layers of barriers, passing countless futons, and returning to the body.
Musu was caught off guard and stumbled.
He looked back and saw that he was standing on the last stone platform at the top of the peak. The stairs below were continuous and the mountains were covered with clouds and mist.
"Okay, let's find a place to sit." Deng Qingyan pulled Mu Su and sat cross-legged on a futon on the outside. Then she explained the rules of the competition to Mu Su - for the seventh time.
After the competition begins, all registered disciples will be assigned wooden cards with numbers on them, and they can enter the corresponding barrier. There are a hundred barriers in the White Jade Square. The loser will go down and the winner will go up, and the hundred will be decided.
After the hundred, the competition system changed. The hundred disciples then arranged their opponents ten times to determine the top ten. And the second day was the top ten showdown.
The competition for registered disciples does not set any rewards. In other words, the last place will be treated the same as the first place, and will not receive a single spiritual stone. Strictly speaking, the competition is only to test the cultivation strength of the registered disciples.
But there are exceptions to everything. What attracted all the named disciples was actually the part lurking in the water.
First of all, once your cultivation level reaches the Qi Refining Realm, after the competition, a sect deacon will come to you and become an outer sect disciple.
Those who perform well in the competition will also be looked upon with special attention by the big shots at the main peak.
What is striking among them is that in previous competitions between the top ten, the worst one now is also an outer disciple.
"How can an unknown person stand out among the 7,749 disciples? But if he can jump to a higher level to challenge, the sect will not be stingy. It will naturally rise to a higher level. Senior Brother Li Wanjian, who is famous among the inner disciples, will
I started working as a registered disciple five years ago—"
"Wait a minute, what did you say?" Mu Su, who was staring at the sky and drooling, suddenly looked away.
Deng Qingyan was startled and said: "After the registered disciple competition begins, all registered disciples will be assigned wooden cards——"
Mu Su said a little hastily: "That sentence just now."
"Senior Brother Li Wanjian...?" Deng Qingyan asked tentatively.
"Go forward."
"Seven thousand, seven hundred and four hundred and ninety-nine disciples."
It's an odd number!
Mu Su's mind was buzzing.
"Senior brother...? Lin Zhan? What's wrong with you?"
No matter how Deng Qingyan called, Mu Su sat cross-legged with eyes blank as if he had lost his soul.
Over the White Jade Square, an old man descended from the sky and stood a few feet from the ground, his broad dark zodiac robe shaking violently.
"quiet."
A loud sound echoed throughout the peak. The whispers disappeared and became silent.
"The competition for registered disciples has begun. The rules are as follows..."
The elder of the main peak explained the rules, and Deng Qingyan kept gently pulling Mu Su, but the latter still did not respond.
"Nineth, don't kill fellow sect members - that's it for now."
A jade tablet appeared in the palm of the elder's hand. He made a seal with his left hand and gave an order. Tens of thousands of golden lights suddenly appeared, scattered in arcs, and fell into the hands of all the named disciples.
"One person gets a bye and is automatically promoted."
"start."
Deng Qingyan looked down at the number plate, 29. Then she looked at Mu Su's palm.
No words.
Deng Qingyan was startled, he actually got a bye.
Countless disciples have already stood up and walked into the corresponding barrier. Deng Qingyan gritted her teeth, held the jade token express and walked into the barrier.
The body refining realm has not yet developed spiritual power, so even if they fight, they mostly rely on fists and kicks. Therefore, the fights between registered disciples are a bit like ordinary warriors, and even less enjoyable to watch.
The sound of shouts and shouts rang out at the top of the mountain, and disciples in the hundred circles came one after another. After a stick of incense, nearly 8,000 disciples had completed the written examination. Only a few pairs of evenly matched disciples in a few circles were exhausted.
In the competition.
Then comes the second round.
Deng Qingyan's strength was not usually shown, but she was actually at the eighth level of physical training. His opponent was only at the sixth level, so he easily won with a few moves and returned to the futon early to sit down.
Mu Su had come to his senses at this time and looked at the sky speechlessly.
The elder made a seal again, and three thousand three hundred golden lights fell into the hands of the disciples.
"One person gets a bye and is automatically promoted."
"start."
Deng Qingyan saw the numbers on her number plate clearly and subconsciously looked at Mu Su's.
Still no words.
"Senior brother, you..." Deng Qingyan's fair and tender face was full of astonishment, and her mouth opened wide.
"Haha." Mu Supi smiled.
This is the power of odd numbers.
After half a stick of incense, it was Deng Qingyan's turn to take the field, and ran back after more than ten breaths. His opponent was injured in the first round, so Fang regretfully gave up as soon as the fight began.
Not long after, the second round ended and the third round began.
Deng Qingyan no longer looked at the number plate in her hand, and Shui Ling's eyes were staring at the golden light in Mu Su's palm.
The golden light dispersed... and there was no word.
"Eh!? Is this okay?" Deng Qingyan couldn't help but exclaimed. She shrank her shoulders and covered her mouth when she realized that the disciples around her were looking at her. There were questions in her eyes.
Mu Su thought painfully, what you can't accept is yet to come.
