As night fell, the stars in the sky were twinkling. An hour later, the third round of competition was finally announced. Wang Teng's outstanding performance in the competition with Qi Tian began to attract many spectators from the host elders. He even scored nine points in that battle.
Rare high scores.
As a result, his score in the three games was 24 points, almost ranking among the top 20. The results achieved by the Koike faction in this event were unprecedented, diluting the legacy left by Qitian in everyone's hearts.
haze.
Although Wang Teng's bones were average, his physical strength made most Xiaochi sect disciples impressed by him, and their attitude towards him also changed a lot. Especially Huo Lie, he was even looking forward to what Wang Teng would do next.
Performance.
This night, Wang Teng seemed very excited. This was the first time that he showed his strength in front of everyone, and was recognized by so many people. This feeling of being in the spotlight was very comfortable, and even diluted his longing for Liu Susu.
He didn't take any rest. He activated his power again and practiced all night long. Only by continuing to practice and become stronger can he improve his status and feel all kinds of glory. In the past, he hoped that he could marry a beautiful wife and be satisfied.
, but now he has a sense of self-confidence in his heart, maybe he can seduce the saints of any giant sect in the future.
Thinking about this, Liu Susu's weight in his heart gradually decreased, and was gradually replaced by the idea of cultivating to become stronger. No wonder, sometimes status can invade a person's soul and make them abandon everything.
Wang Teng is not a saint. On the contrary, he is just an orphan who has been beaten and bullied countless times since childhood. If there is a chance to climb forward, he will easily fall into the quagmire.
"I must win tomorrow's game. There should be no problem in reaching the top twenty. When the time comes to return to the Xiaochi sect, my status will definitely be greatly improved. Hey, Susu, Brother Feng, you are waiting for my good news." Until
At around four o'clock in the morning, Wang Teng felt sleepy. After some beautiful thoughts in his mind, he began to lie on the bed and have a good sleep.
The next morning, the arena was filled with spectators, the number of which was a few points higher than yesterday's. Today's competition will select the top ten in the martial arts test, and the champion will be selected based on their scores. Finally, after a combination of
The number of bones is used to select talented disciples who can enter the Royal Sect.
Originally, Wang Teng's number of root bones was extremely poor and he was considered to be absolutely impossible to become one of the cultivators of the Yuhuang Sect. However, his performance yesterday made many cultivators notice him, and there were endless comments about him, even more so than Wang Teng's.
Those three genius disciples with twenty-five bones are even more.
After all, it is normal for people to be strong with twenty-five root bones, but Wang Teng only has eighteen root bones, but his combat power can reach such a level, which is extremely valuable.
"Do you think Wang Teng can pass the fourth round of elimination?" In some corners of the crowd, some cultivators started discussing.
"Judging from his performance in the first three games and the points he got, the chance of passing the fourth round of knockout is still very high. In the underground gambling game last night, a lot of people bet that Wang Teng would win." Another cultivator
road.
"Yeah! But there are many talented disciples in the fourth round of elimination. If Wang Teng meets those talented disciples with twenty-five bones, his victory will be almost negligible."
"That's true. Among the cultivators with twenty-five root bones, which one is not the proud one in the sect? The cultivation resources are extremely rich. It is even rumored that some of them have broken through to the Qi Refining Realm, but they have not shown their strength."
"It all depends on Wang Teng's luck. If he can pass the fourth round of eliminations, the reputation of the Xiaochi sect will probably increase a lot. Speaking of which, the Xiaochi sect is also quite unlucky. No one has advanced in the past seven or eight consecutive rounds.
Fifty already."
"……."
Amid everyone's discussion, the contestants entered the competition arena one after another. Wang Teng, surrounded by cultivators from the Xiaochi sect, walked over like stars holding the moon, and immediately attracted the attention of many people. Wang Teng immediately attracted the attention of many people.
A faint smile couldn't help but appear on Teng's lips. This feeling of being noticed was really wonderful, and it made him fully feel the value of his life.
Now, he has completely separated from the orphan Wang Teng in the world, completely got rid of all the emotions of inferiority and self-pity, and is full of self-confidence in his heart. In comparison, Yunlong, a genius disciple of the Xiaochi Sect, seems to be inferior.
, like a green leaf.
"Hmph! You bunch of confused people, that Wang Teng is just physically strong and has very poor fundamentals. You are putting the cart before the horse when you treat him like this. When he enters the Qi Refining Realm, the advantages of his physical body will be gone.
At that time, I couldn't even compare to an ordinary cultivator. Huh! Xiaochi Sect, Xiaochi Sect, you are so unkind to me, you are forcing me to leave the sect." Yunlong said fiercely in his heart.
Jealousy and anger gave him the idea of leaving the Koike Sect.
The loud bells echoed melodiously in the competition arena. On the huge white jade stone pillars, the names of cultivators began to appear in pieces of blue crystals. The fourth round of knockout competition officially began. Twenty competition stages now
It has been reduced to five, which can increase the excitement of the game, and the games of other strong players will not be missed by the audience.
"Xiaochi Sect Yunlong, facing Tianhu Gate Zhang Yuan." A line of red characters on the blue crystal screen was like a sharp sword, piercing into the eyes of the Xiaochi Sect cultivators, making many elders feel cold, especially that
Elder Huichi and Yunlong's faces turned pale and looked extremely ugly.
Zhang Yuan is a talented disciple of Tianhumen, a prefecture-level sect. He has twenty-five bones and is unparalleled in combat power. He has achieved an excellent score of twenty-six points in three games, which is the highest among all cultivators.
Even Lin Wan from Tianshui Sect and Qin Han from Qingyang Sect were one point lower than him. Facing such a tyrannical master, even Yunlong's incomparable confidence in himself felt a lot colder at this moment.
"It's not fair! It's really unfair. Why did I meet the most powerful opponent so quickly?" Yunlong roared unwillingly in his heart. Originally, he had some hope of at least passing the fourth round of eliminations and reaching the finals.
Top fifty.
But now, the hope was completely shattered. Before the battle started, Yunlong had already admitted defeat in his heart.
Zhang Yuan from Tianhumen walked up to the first competition stage under the attention of everyone. He wore a black robe, put his hands behind his back, and stood proudly on the competition stage, with an aura of dominance.
"Yunlong! Just try your best and don't put too much pressure on yourself. You are already proud of your master for being able to reach this point." Elder Huichi's expression on the side returned to calmness and he patted Yunlong's shoulder.
Yunlong nodded lightly, and with a sudden flash of his body, he rushed onto the competition stage like a gust of wind, as if he was venting his frustration in this way.
Wang Teng set his sights on Zhang Yuan at Tianhumen. He felt that this man was very extraordinary. He contained an extremely terrifying power in his body. He looked cold and arrogant, and was dressed in black robe without wind, standing like an ancient magic mountain.
On the competition stage, Yunlong's momentum was far worse than his.
But at this time, no one would laugh at Yunlong. It was not that Yunlong was too bad. On the contrary, his ranking in this event was quite high. It was because Zhang Yuan was too strong, so the first person from the Xiaochi faction followed him.
In comparison, it seems like one is in the sky and the other is on the ground.
These are the genius disciples cultivated by prefecture-level sects, which are not comparable to those of human-level sects.
"You have good qualifications, but it's a pity that the person you met is me." Zhang Yuan stared at Yunlong calmly and said to him calmly.
"Even if I can't defeat you, I will still give you a good fight." In front of this strong man, Yun Long's face had long since lost that unruly look, his eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and his expression was solemn.
"Fight me well. You are not qualified yet. There are too few people who can be my opponent here. Stop talking nonsense and use all your hidden tricks. Otherwise, you will have no chance." The corner of Zhang Yuan's mouth appeared.
A sneer of disdain.
There was a trace of anger in Yunlong's eyes. At this moment, he finally felt the feeling of being looked down upon. In the past, he was the only one in the Xiaochi sect who looked down on others, and no one dared to look down on him. The strong contrast between this made him feel
Extremely unbalanced.
But this is the case in the world of cultivation. The strong are respected. If you are weaker than the other party, but you want the other party to respect you, that is very unrealistic.
Yunlong gritted his teeth, and a wave of power poured out from the spiritual sea like a flood. A fiery red spiritual sword seemed to turn into a fire dragon, drawing a gorgeous trajectory in the air, and killed Zhang Yuan with a clang.
He was deeply aware of the gap in strength between himself and Zhang Yuan, so he used the Koike School's "Sword Slaying God Technique" as soon as he made a move, urging the spiritual sword to attack Zhang Yuan.
"The sword is a good sword, but it's a pity that the man is too useless." A trace of contempt flashed across Zhang Yuan's face, and he suddenly clapped his hands in front of him, only to hear a metallic shudder, and the fiery red sword
The spiritual sword was actually clamped between Zhang Yuan's palms. It kept struggling, but was unable to recover, just like a divine dragon being captured by an immortal with great supernatural powers.
"Ah!" Yunlong's face suddenly turned pale, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat. The trick he used with all his strength was easily broken by him. The gap between the two was too big.
.
An extremely powerless feeling arose in Yunlong's heart, almost instantly causing him to lose all fighting spirit.
"How is it possible? No matter how strong Zhang Yuan is, Senior Brother Yunlong can still fight him for several rounds. How could this happen?"
"It's terrible! It's not an exaggeration for Senior Brother Yunlong to call me the number one genius among the sixteen generations of the Xiaochi Sect, but he was..." Many cultivators of the Xiaochi Sect were trembling at this time, unable to accept it for a moment.
This scene.
Only now do they truly feel the meaning of the old proverb that there is heaven outside the world and there are people outside the world.