To Yang Kun's expectation, all he heard after closing his eyes was surprise, so he slowly opened his eyes, and the sight in front of him shocked him. He saw red, orange, yellow, and green.
, the nine dark grooves of green, blue, purple, black and white all light up, even a little dazzling. However, among the nine dark grooves, only the beads in the black dark groove rise, which means that now Yang Kun only practices the underworld.
Qi, the bead slowly rose up, and everyone's expressions were so shocked that they were about to burst. The bead slowly approached level 8, then slowly exceeded the 8 mark, continued to rise, and finally stopped at the 9 mark.
Phew~ The audience went crazy again!
"How is it possible? Doesn't it mean that he can't practice? How come his level of Ning Yuan Qi is higher than Yang Yulong's?"
The adult disciple on the stage announced: "Yang Kun, Ming Yuan Qi level 9, passed!"
Yang Kun was the last one, so the screening event started with Yang Yulong and ended with Yang Kun. Next, the elimination round will be held.
The total number of participants is more than 200, but not many have reached level 9 of Qi Refining. After all, there are less than ten. Therefore, if nothing unexpected happens, Yang Kun will definitely be in the top ten. He just wants to take the first place.
I'm afraid it won't be that easy. What worries Yang Kun the most is not those who are at level 9 in Qi Refining, but Yang Yulong.
Although Yang Yulong has only reached the 8th level of Qi Refining, if he learns the soul-binding hand of the Nether Messenger, it may be difficult to deal with him.
The two adult disciples on the competition stage cast spells together to remove the bulky vitality tester from the stage, then cleaned up and walked off.
The participating disciples couldn't help but lean towards the center of the stage. Yang Kun looked up and saw that they were all heads.
At this time, Yang Changmen, the leader of the East Helm who had been sitting still, stood up and announced: "The following competition is a melee. The time limit is one stick of incense. If anyone is still standing on the stage after one stick of incense,
You will be able to enter the next round of competition. Weapons and hidden weapons are not allowed in the competition, otherwise you will be disqualified!"
Melee? Yang Kun looked up and saw Yang Yulong on the stage looking fiercely towards this side. He was shocked and secretly said: "This guy will definitely unite his comrades to besiege me later!" Yang Kun suddenly had an idea.
In a flash, he had an idea, and not to be outdone, he raised the corner of his mouth and gave Yang Yulong a contemptuous smile.
Yang Yulong opened his eyes and whispered coldly: "You will definitely die miserably in a while!"
Yang Changmen, the leader of the East Helm, shouted to the disciples on the competition stage: "Ready~Start!"
Suddenly, the stage became a swarm of chaos, and several disciples were kicked off the stage with just a few bangs.
Yang Kun condensed a hidden character and then disappeared. Yang Yulong couldn't find Yang Kun on the competition stage. He was so angry that he had to vent his anger on other disciples.
The invisible Yang Kun sat leisurely on the edge of the competition stage, like an unrelated person watching a play.
When the time for burning a stick of incense was up, Yang Changmen immediately announced: "When the time is up, everyone, stop. If anyone tries again, they will be disqualified from the competition!"
As soon as he said this, even Yang Yulong stopped and looked at the few dozen people left on the stage. He didn't even see Yang Kun, so he chuckled and whispered: "This guy, it seems he is still in his turn."
By the time I took action, he had already rolled off the stage." After saying that, he looked down the stage, but when he saw the disciples lying crookedly on the ground, Yang Yulong didn't even see the slightest trace of Yang Kun. Then he said doubtfully
: "Where did this guy go? Is he not on stage or off stage? Could he be missing?"
Suddenly, a familiar voice came from behind him: "Are you looking for me?"
Yang Yulong was startled. He turned around and saw that it was Yang Kun. He said in panic: "You, where did you come from?"
Yang Kun chuckled and said, "I'm always behind you!"
Yang Yulong's expression changed and he was speechless.
At this time, Yang Changmen on the high platform waved his hand, and a bamboo stick of the same size appeared, with numbers written on the bamboo sticks. He then said to the disciples on the martial arts platform: "After this melee, the number of people on your platform has been reduced."
The number of people has dropped sharply from more than 200 to 60. I have 60 lottery tickets in my hand. Each lottery has a number. Whoever grabs which lottery will get the number. Go ahead and grab it!" After that, Yang Chang said
The door was thrown suddenly, and the sixty bamboo sticks were like butterflies flying in the sky, scattering towards the competition stage.
Yang Kun moved, and a bamboo stick appeared in his hand. He took a closer look and saw that it was No. 9.
Seeing that all the sixty disciples on the stage had received a bamboo stick, Yang Changmen announced: "The following is a battle match. There are sixty disciples on the stage. The one who drew No. 1 will compete with the No. 60.
Those who arrive at No. 2 will compete with No. 59, and so on! Please ask No. 1 and No. 60 to stay while the other disciples go down and wait."
After all the other disciples had gone down, there were only two disciples left on the stage. They were No. 1 and No. 60. Yang Changmen said to the two disciples: "Once the competition starts, whoever falls off the stage first will win."
Whoever loses."
Two disciples stood in the center of the competition stage. One of the disciples with thick eyebrows and big eyes raised his hands and said: "I am Yang Hu No. 1, level 6 in Qi Refining. Please enlighten me!"
The other, a thin disciple, also politely raised his fists and said: "I am No. 60 Yang Yun, I am at the fifth level of Qi Refining. I hope you will be merciful!"
After Yang Changmen saw that both of them were ready, he announced: "Start!"
Immediately, the two disciples on the stage started to move. Yang Hu's Ming Yuan Qi was one level higher than Yang Yun's, so he quickly gained the upper hand. Yang Yun retreated steadily, and was finally pushed off the competition stage by Yang Hu's palm.
"No. 2 Yang Hu wins!" Yang Changmen announced: "Now, please invite No. 2 and No. 59 to the stage!"
.....
"Number 9 and 51 will be invited to come to the stage!" Yang Changmen announced.
Yang Kun was shocked and whispered: "It's finally my turn, and I don't know who my opponent is?"
Yang Qing on the side handed the sickle to Yang Kun and told him: "Be careful!"
Yang Kun hummed, then took the sickle, put it on his shoulder, and slowly walked onto the competition stage.
At this time, another disciple also came up, but he came up with bare hands. When the man saw that it was Yang Kun, he suddenly panicked. He cupped his fists and said: "I am No. 51, Yang Song, level 7 in Qi Refining."
, please show mercy!"
Yang Kun smiled faintly and said: "Since you didn't bring a weapon, I won't use a weapon either!" After that, he put down the sickle and threw it on the table.
Yang Song immediately relaxed and said, "Thank you very much. Swords have no eyes. It's better not to use them if you can. We are all brothers, and it won't be good to hurt anyone!"
When Yang Kun heard this, he felt that this opponent was very interesting, and his liking doubled immediately and he nodded.