A few months have passed in the blink of an eye, and now it is the time when the sky is clear, the autumn wind is rustling, and the northern geese are flying south. At this time, the back mountain no longer has the vibrant scenery, but with dead leaves flying, and a feeling of desolation and loneliness.
In the past few months, Wang Yi has been in the process of enlightenment and cultivation. At this time, he has reached the Great Perfection of the Soul Gathering Realm. He is just a tiny bit short of reaching the First Consciousness Realm. At this moment, his control of this spiritual power can be said to be complete.
Having reached the point of perfection and perfection, he can be regarded as a leader in the spirit-gathering realm.
However, not many people in the Phantom Sect who are in the excitement stage still care about him. This is the busiest time of the Phantom Sect, because the sect competition will be held in these few days, and all the disciples participating in the competition are in a state of excitement.
Gearing up and preparing fiercely for battle.
Only Wang Yi is as leisurely and contented as a reclusive person. He is either meditating with his eyes closed or practicing hard all day long, or just having a little fight with the spiritual beasts raised in the back mountain. It can be said that he particularly likes this kind of thing.
The days are quiet and comfortable.
But he still has one thing on his mind, and that is the sleeping demon snake in his body. He still remembers what the demon snake said before it fell asleep. The snake forest in the post station will wake it up, and to go to this post place, you must join the Hundred Sects.
Competition, and the prerequisite for participating in the Hundred Factions Competition is to win the election of his own sect first, so he can only win but not lose in this battle.
At this time, Wang Yi was in the back mountain, still meditating with his eyes closed, immersed in himself. At this moment, a blue rainbow roared through the sky and slowly landed beside him.
Although this man's face was shaken, he looked at Wang Yi with a smile. After a moment, he slowly said, "Disciple, the confinement is over. Today you will go out. Tomorrow will be the competition of our sect. I don't ask anything from you as a master."
, Just try your best. As for how far you can go? That depends on yourself!" The person who spoke was Wang Yi's master.
Wang Yi woke up from his meditation and slowly opened his eyes. At this time, a cold and sharp look flashed from his eyes. Wang Yi stood up, put his hands on each other, and slightly bent his body and said, "Thank you, master, apprentice."
I will definitely try my best!”
"Well, then let's go back with the master now!" His master smiled, Wang Yi nodded, and then the two of them stepped on the spiritual power and rode the wind.
When Wang Yi saw the courtyard he had been away from for a long time, the smile on his face became even stronger. His senior brothers were still the same as before.
"Hey, those are Master and Fourth Brother!" Wang Yi's third senior brother said in surprise.
"See Master!" Wang Yi and his brothers said together.
"Well, Wang Yi, get ready. Tomorrow you will participate in our competition! My teacher has drawn lots for you. You are number 23. The competition is based on randomly drawing numbers! You probably haven't chosen the right one yet.
Martial arts, right? But I believe you won’t be defeated easily!” His master said with a smile, and then left.
"Haha, junior brother, now that you have reached the Great Perfection of the Soul Gathering Realm, we are relieved. After you finish the competition, I will go into seclusion again to practice!" Wang Yi's senior brother said with a smile.
"Well, I will definitely not disappoint the senior brothers!" Wang Yi said confidently.
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Early the next morning, the entire south courtyard of the Phantom Sect erupted in the warmest cheers. The entire south courtyard was surrounded by water. All the disciples came to watch the game. The center of the south courtyard was the stage for the disciples to compete.
Sitting to the south are the sect masters and the four elders of the Phantom Sect, while to the west and east are the elders' disciples. The remaining entry-level disciples and peripheral disciples are all watching from the north. Some disciples have already stepped on the spirit sect unseen.
Li Ling watched from the air, and all the disciples looked uplifted and excited.
"Okay, let me announce that there are a total of ninety-six people participating in this year's competition. These people are all elite disciples of our sect. Their cultivation base is below the second level of the First Awareness Realm. They will compete for it.
The top three of our faction will then go to participate in the selection of the Hundred Factions Competition!
I don’t want to be verbose anymore. This big competition will start now. Everything is on point. Don’t hurt anyone’s life. The first ones to fight are No. 54 and No. 86." After the sect leader finished speaking, the audience immediately became confused.
It started to boil.
"The disciples of Elder Turtle, Elder Tie, Elder Que, and Elder Ma should not be underestimated. Zhang Qiang, No. 54, is Elder Tie's disciple. I think the entry-level disciple No. 86 is under a lot of pressure.
" said a disciple who was watching.
"That's true, but Elder Gui also has a disciple participating? It can't be the one named Wang Yi, right?"
"Well! It seems that everyone wants to fight with him. The chance of winning against him is very high. Without further ado, look at Zhang Qiang using the wind blade as soon as he comes up! He wants to fight quickly!"
I saw Zhang Qiang, a disciple in green clothes in the center of the south courtyard, with his arms like knives, swinging wildly in the air. The whistling sound rang in his ears. Under the sunlight, his arms actually glowed.
There was a flash of cold light.
Even though the disciple had a sharp sword in his hand, he didn't dare to fight him in close combat. At this moment, he spotted a gap, grabbed the sharp sword and thrust forward.
When the indifferent Zhang Qiang saw this scene, a smile suddenly appeared on his lips, and he crossed his hands quickly to block the sword.
With a "dang" sound, the sharp sword that stabbed out unexpectedly broke into two pieces. Are his hands harder than iron? At this time, the disciple's eyebrows were furrowed, and a thick layer of blood was condensed in his right hand.
It was vaguely visible that the spiritual power was actually moving on its own, and even the surrounding air was distorted.
"Spirit Shock Fist!" The disciple shouted loudly and punched out.
At this moment, his right hand couldn't help but tremble, the air flow outside the fist was surging, and a buzzing sound suddenly sounded. The spiritual power that was running on its own exploded with dazzling light at this moment, as if it was about to explode on its own.
This punch is unstoppable. If this punch hits, you will either die or be injured!
At this time, the disciples who were watching all held their breath, watching and enjoying this exciting duel. Zhang Qiang in the center also saw that this punch was extraordinary, but this was not enough to make him afraid.
While he was retreating violently, his hands shook violently, and the sleeves on his arms suddenly exploded and turned into rags, which fell down one after another.
It was visible to the naked eye that there was an extremely sharp blade on his arm, as if it had already been fused with his arm. At this time, he crossed his hands, silently recited the mantra in his mouth, and swung forward suddenly, suddenly out of thin air in the void.
Suddenly a strong wind appeared, and this strong wind was hitting the disciple with a devastating force.
"Ah???" At this time, the beginner disciple screamed as soon as he came into contact with the strong wind.
His body received dozens of bloody scratches out of thin air in the strong wind, and the blood immediately overflowed and dyed his clothes red, as if there were several invisible sharp knives in the strong wind.
When the onlookers saw this, they immediately burst into shouts. Even the sect master and his elders nodded with smiles on their faces, especially the smile on Elder Tie's face.
"Brother Qiang, your wind blade is so powerful!"
"Brother Qiang, it seems that you will definitely get a good place in this year's competition!"
Zhang Qiang, who was in the center, smiled when he heard these words, stepped forward and helped the disciple up, and the disciple quickly said, "Thank you, senior brother, for showing mercy!"
"Haha, you're not bad either!" Zhang Qiang laughed.
"Well, Zhang Qiang of No. 54 wins! The injured disciple should go down and have a good rest. The next group is No. 36 versus No. 27!" the leader of the Phantom Sect said with a smile.
"That No. 36 is Xu Cheng. He is a disciple of Elder Que. His cultivation has reached the second level of the First Consciousness Realm. Not only that, he also has a weird temperament and vicious attacks. But this No. 27 is also an entry-level disciple.
