When the disciples from Zhulin Mountain flew to the square in front of Taiyi Hall, most of the qi-training monks from the entire sect had gathered here, and the most excited among them were the disciples with low cultivation levels.
Because most of them knew that they couldn't compete with the monks at the upper level of Qi training, they didn't think much about it and just watched the fun.
However, those who were preparing to participate in the competition were all preoccupied. They probably all knew that the subsequent trials would be the end of Duanyuan, and some people had already given up.
Liu Qinghuan was secretly amused. They had not even passed the competition yet, and these people were too worried, as if they could really enter the top 100.
At this time, a loud voice sounded from the sky in the square in front of the temple: "All Qi-training disciples listen to the order!"
Liu Qinghuan went to look for fame and saw a solemn-faced Foundation Establishment monk standing in front of the gate of Taiyi Hall: "In this competition, disciples above the seventh level of Qi training can participate. In the first round, there will be a wheel battle in order, and every disciple who takes the stage will
, as long as we can win ten games in a row, we will enter the next round."
There are still ten more wins in the wheel battle! Many people were instantly dumbfounded.
What a surprise! In the past, big competitions were one-on-one, with the winner advancing to the next round, but this time, they had to win ten games in a row! This test is not just about combat effectiveness.
The foundation-building monk continued: "In the wheel battle, if the disciple on the stage wins, the next challenger can come on the stage; if no one challenges after winning, he will automatically win after a quarter of an hour; if no one challenges within half an hour,
Even if you win ten games in a row, you can enter the second round of competition."
The buzzing sound of discussion filled the entire square in front of Taiyi Hall. Many people were whispering to each other, and they all felt that this competition was very harsh.
The solemn-looking Foundation Establishment monk suddenly raised his voice ten times, suppressing all the discussion: "Now, the disciples who want to participate in the competition, come here to get the sign. At noon, the competition officially begins!"
At this time, ten tables had been set up under the steps in front of Taiyi Hall.
Many people were very hesitant for a moment. First they knew that the place of trial was Duanyuan's death place, and now they were going to win ten games in a row. Many people who were not confident in the first place hesitated and gathered in the same place to discuss.
However, some people are very decisive.
"I'm afraid of a hammer! It's not like I'm going to the battlefield. I can hit ten of them! Not to mention ten, I'm not afraid of a hundred!" A strong man with an eighth level of Qi training carried a thick mace-shaped magic weapon.
While shouting, he strutted to line up.
Liu Qinghuan was already lined up behind a long queue. The monk who issued the number plates was very quick, and the team moved forward very quickly. After a while, there were only two or three people left in front of him.
"No. 2 on the third platform?" The man in front yelled strangely, "There are so many people in front of me, how come I got No. 2?"
The monk who issued the number plate was too lazy to pay attention to him: "Next."
Someone reminded him: "This is randomly generated."
When it was Liu Qinghuan's turn, the monk who issued the number plate said: "Identity Jade Slip."
Liu Qinghuan handed him his jade slip of identity, and he took out a blank token. There was a dent on the token, which fit the jade slip of his identity into it, and then a line of words appeared on the token: Disciple Liu Qinghuan of Zhulin Mountain
, Battle Platform No. 6, No. 219.
Number two hundred and nineteen, this number is neither forward nor backward.
Liu Qinghuan took the token and went to the outside of the square in front of the palace to find a place with fewer people, sat down cross-legged and waited.
He was not sure about winning ten games in a row. This not only tested the monk's fighting skills, but also the ability to continue fighting. And the unknown opponent caused more variables, which he could not calculate at all.
After a while, Bai Fengming and Lin Guang came over. Lin Guang looked depressed and muttered: "It's over, it's over! I definitely can't win ten wheel battles." He then asked Liu Qinghuan: "Junior Brother Liu, are you sure?"
Liu Qinghuan shook his head: "We can only act according to the opportunity."
"That's all we have to do." Lin Guang sat down on the ground and was stunned.
Near noon, ten huge battle platforms appeared on the square in front of the palace, lined up in a row, full of momentum.
The three stood up. Lin Guang was on the 10th platform, a bit far away, while Bai Fengming was next to Liu Qinghuan, on the 5th platform.
"Junior Brother Liu, what's your number?" Bai Fengming asked.
"Number two hundred and nineteen."
"Well, I'm number 83, I should be playing in front of you."
Liu Qinghuan bid farewell to him for the time being and came to the battle platform No. 6. The place was already crowded with the qi training disciples who had been selected for this battle platform, as well as the young disciples with only one or two levels of cultivation waiting to watch the battle.
"Dang! Dang! Dang!" The noon bell rang throughout the Immortal Peak. A middle-aged foundation-building monk flew onto the No. 6 platform, looked down and said: "Before we go on stage, I will tell you the rules."
Seeing that everyone was looking at him intently, the middle-aged foundation-building monk continued: "First, the one who falls off the platform loses, the one who has no follow-up fighting ability loses, the one who surrenders voluntarily loses, and the one who did not get on the platform for half a quarter of an hour after reading the number loses.
The one who loses; second, if the opponent refuses to stop after admitting defeat, he will be disqualified from the competition; third, he is not allowed to intentionally kill his fellow disciples. Once found out, the people from the Law Enforcement Hall will be over there."
Everyone turned around and saw that they were not the only ones on the fighting platform. Not far from each fighting platform, there was a foundation-building monk standing with sharp eyes looking at the fighting platform. The black sect costumes on their bodies all had a Haechi mythical beast embroidered on them.
"Okay!" The middle-aged foundation-building monks on the stage clapped their hands: "Now, monks No. 1 and No. 2 of this battle platform can come on stage." After saying that, he shot a line of spiritual power from his hand, and a circle of people appeared around the battle platform.
A layer of transparent light mask. After doing this, he retreated from the battlefield.
The disciples below look at me and I look at you, wondering who is so lucky to have drawn numbers 1 and 2.
A male cultivator at the seventh level of Qi training had a grimace on his face and flew up to the platform in full view of everyone, with uneasiness written all over his face. However, after seeing his opponent, he breathed a sigh of relief.
His opponent was also at the seventh level of Qi training. After the two of them greeted each other, they each assumed a posture ready for a fight.
Half a quarter of an hour later, roars of applause could be heard from other battle platforms, but only the people in front of No. 6 battle platform looked drowsy.
The two monks on the stage wore spiritual shields and were far away from each other. One shouted "Fireball" and fired a fireball, and the other shouted "Water Arrow" and fired a water arrow. They fought in a polite and friendly manner.
They played vigorously, but everyone in the audience booed.
"What are you doing! You are just driving a pile of wood!" Someone shouted dissatisfied. Liu Qinghuan was also eye-opening. He had never seen this kind of fighting method. Have these two people never really fought with anyone?
The two people on the stage were still punching and kicking in a leisurely manner, which made everyone in the audience jump in excitement. A huge bubble fruit flew out from the crowd, and slapped on the light mask of the fighting stage, and the rich juice
Go straight down.
The middle-aged foundation-building monk cast a warning glance at the disciple who threw the bubble fruit, but said nothing. He was also helpless. What happened to these Qi-training disciples now? If they were like this, they would only be killed if they went out.
Fortunately, the two people on the stage were not highly cultivated and only had so much spiritual power. In the end, they both ran out, and the No. 1 male cultivator won with just a little more spiritual power than the other.
Before he could be happy, No. 3 came on stage and slapped him off the stage with a slap: "What a bastard! Even if your cultivation level is low, you still don't know how to fight. If you don't say you don't know how to fight, you still show up and embarrass yourself!"
This is a male cultivator at the ninth level of qi training. He is tall and has the back of an ape and the waist of a wasp. After knocking cultivator No. 1 off the stage, he cupped his fists and said, "I'm Wang Zhen of Siyuan Tower. I don't know who my opponent is."
"It's me!" A cold voice came from the surrounding disciples. A man carrying two swords flew onto the battlefield and landed opposite Wang Zhen: "I am No. 4, Mo Xie Feng Sikong Xinming."
"Ah! He is Sikong Xinming!" Someone exclaimed, and several Mo Xie Feng disciples who were watching the battle showed admiration. Some strangers hurriedly asked the people around them for advice.
"Sikong Xinming is at the ninth level of Qi training. It is said that he practices double swords and is very powerful."
"What's so great about two swords!" someone said disdainfully.
"At first glance, you are not a swordsman. Controlling two swords is not that simple. You need..."
The audience was talking lively, but Wang Zhen smiled bitterly on the stage. He did not expect to meet a powerful opponent as soon as he came on stage. Originally, he wanted to conserve his strength at the beginning, but now he can only go all out.
"Senior Brother Sikong, please give me some advice!" Wang Zhen said, cupping his fists.