"What grade of sect is the Piaomiao sect?" Ling Yitong asked.
"Third-grade." Ling Chuxi said. The Piaomiao Zongfu has not produced many decent talents in the past hundreds of years. It has been keeping a low profile and many low-level aristocratic families thought they were fourth-grade Zongfu. Even Ling Chuxi
I used to think so, but later I learned that in fact, Piao Miao Zongfu has always retained the title of third-grade Zongfu. This time, when participating in the competition between the family clans, they should also be rated from third-grade to second-grade.
"That's okay. I heard that the evaluation competition for the sects of second-grade families and below is only held in Qingyuan City. Those above second-grade are in other cities. It's far away from here. Even if there is a Stardust Shuttle, it can't catch up." Ling Yitong said.
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"Then let's go to Qingyuan City now to cheer up the Piaomiao Sect!" Ling Zhongyu said excitedly.
"There is no rush now. It's already dark now. It's too late for us to rush there. We won't have time to leave again tomorrow morning," Ling Yitong said.
Qingyuan City is not too far from Xiuzhou City, so Ling Chuxi is not in a hurry to travel in the middle of the night. After dinner, everyone goes back to rest.
There was no words for the whole night, and before dawn the next day, Ling Chuxi said goodbye to Xia Yimin and others, and took everyone in the Ling family to Qingyuan City on the Stardust Shuttle.
The morning sun was rising, driving away the mist that shrouded the ancient city. Although it was still early, Qingyuan City was packed with people. From the competition venue located in the center of Qingyuan City, loud shouts could be heard.
"Starting so early?" Ling Chuxi and others left the Stardust Shuttle and walked into the city. They were a little surprised when they heard the shouts.
Listening to the thundering shouts, it seemed that this competition was going on extremely fiercely. In order to prevent anyone from interfering with the competition, the competition platform had formation restrictions. Even Ling Chuxi could not fully penetrate it with his spiritual consciousness, and could only vaguely see a few.
A dark shadow was flying around on the stage and a fierce fight was going on.
"Roar!" A beast roar came from a distance, and the figures on the stage were separated. A thin young man was hit in the chest by a claw of the spirit beast opposite, and blood spurted out from his mouth.
"Zhuo Fanglin!" Ling Chuxi then saw who was injured by the claw of the spirit beast.
At first, he learned the Seven Injuries Technique of the Demon Clan by mistake, and with the help of Ling Chuxi, who punched, kicked and tortured him, he understood the true meaning of the Seven Injuries Technique. Zhuo Fanglin's strength greatly increased and he seemed to have reached the imperial level.
Although he was highly cultivated, he was still wounded by the claw of the spiritual beast, which shows how ferocious this spiritual beast is.
Ling Chuxi gathered her consciousness and looked carefully, and saw that under Zhuo Fanglin's clothes that were torn by the spirit beast, there were criss-crossed blood marks, some of which were scabbed, and some of which were still bleeding. Obviously,
He was already seriously injured before today.
Ling Chuxi was a little strange. Since he was injured like this, why did he let him go on stage?
Looking down the stage, Ling Chuxi saw the figures of Chi Hanbing, Elder Xie and Elder Tong, as well as Ziyin, Ye Xiaoqi and others. The two elders from Chi Hanbing and Xie Tong, as well as the pale faces of Shi Chenhua and others
It seems that they are also seriously injured and have not recovered.
Just as Zhuo Fanglin was about to fly out of the competition platform, he saw his body sinking, one foot hooked on the fence beside the competition platform, his body turned, and he fell heavily onto the competition platform.
After the exclamation, there was a burst of cheers from the audience, while Chi Hanbing and others took a long breath, looking at Zhuo Fanglin with eyes full of expectation, and of course a bit unbearable.
"That's not right. I heard that in the previous evaluation competitions of the aristocratic clans, unless they themselves were spirit beasts, they were not allowed to bring spirit beasts onto the field." Ling Yitong's cultivation level was not low, and he also saw the situation on the field. It was strange.
said.
Ling Chuxi's heart tightened slightly. Judging from the performance of Chi Hanbing and others, this should be the most critical competition for the Piaomiao Clan. Otherwise, Zhuo Fanglin would not persist so hard. But judging from the performance in front of him,
Judging from the situation, it might be difficult for him to resist that spiritual beast.
Ling Chuxi didn't care about the rules and regulations, and directly used the flying sword to fly towards the competition venue.