At eight o'clock, Ma Long followed the route indicated on the map and walked to the square located in the center of the entire sect.
In the middle of this square, which can accommodate tens of thousands of people, there is a large stone platform about five meters high and 100 meters long and wide. When Ma Long was lost in the sect for the first time, he passed by this place and was impressed by this stone platform.
Very impressive. Moreover, these stones have spiritual energy fluctuations, which are obviously infused with enchantments.
With this stone platform as the center, every five hundred meters or so, there is a small stone platform about one meter high and fifty meters long and wide.
At that time, Ma Long didn't quite understand what these stone platforms were used for. But today he finally understood. The small stone platform was used as a stage for weekly competitions, while the big stone platform was supposed to be used for monthly competitions.
From a distance, Ma Long saw the group of people he was attending class with, as well as the teacher Yin Bu Gong. Hundreds of people surrounded one of the small stone platforms.
There were many young disciples surrounding each small stone platform. Ma Long walked towards his area.
Throughout the sect, the entry-level disciples are divided into junior school, intermediate school, and advanced school according to their cultivation level. Furthermore, according to their qualifications, each level of school is divided into upper, middle, and lower grades. Ma Long's school is in the junior school.
He is of inferior rank and is at the bottom of the entire sect.
Those who perform well in each class of school can enter the middle or upper class, and those who are lazy or poor will be transferred to the lower class. Not surprisingly, the disciples of the lower class not only have little status in the sect, but also have long standing.
I can only do some menial chores.
The competition in the entire sect is very fierce, but it is also very orderly. If you want to get to the next level, you can only practice hard, or seize the opportunity to compete every weekend. This is a rare practical exercise.
In Ma Long's class, the person most likely to enter the middle school is Yin Zhangqiu.
Yin Bugong saw that all his disciples had arrived, so he said: "Every time there is at least one opportunity to challenge, everyone should seize this opportunity of actual combat to go further. Okay, come one by one, let's compete freely!
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After Yin Bugong gave a few brief introductions, everyone said "Yes" in unison, and then the competition officially began.
On the surrounding small stone platforms, there were already discussions starting, and within a short time, the entire square was at its peak.
Just when Ma Long wanted to see how others competed, he suddenly found that all the eyes of the people around him were directed at him with bad intentions. Ma Long was at the outermost edge of the crowd, and the others automatically made way for him, leading directly to him.
Go to the small stone platform.
And under the stone platform, Yin Zhangqiu stood with a formal sneer.
Yin Zhangqiu clasped his fist at Ma Long and said loudly: "Uncle Yin Taishi, Zhangqiu is here to discuss with you. I hope you can give me some advice."
When other people around heard Yin Zhangqiu's strange voice, they all smiled in unison. Yin Zhangqiu deliberately said that he wanted to learn from Ma Long, but everyone understood that as the person with the worst cultivation level in the entire sect, how could he be qualified to give advice to others?
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Ma Long really didn't expect that he would have to be the first to appear as soon as he came up. This felt a bit like rushing a duck to get on the shelf. But since they had already put forward the challenge, he had no way to refuse.
There are rules in the sect that stipulate that the person being challenged cannot refuse as long as he is not injured. And at the same time, as a cultivator, it is inevitable that he will have the confidence to compete and win. When he is challenged,
, even if there is no such sect rule, who would have the nerve to say "no" in front of everyone.
So Ma Long bit the bullet and walked onto the small stone platform.
Yin Bugong in the audience frowned when he saw Ma Long and Yin Zhangqiu being the first to compete on stage. He knew in his heart that Yin Zhangqiu did this deliberately. One of them was the best among the disciples he taught.
The one who is most likely to enter the middle school is the disciple with the worst cultivation in the entire sect. This kind of discussion between the strong and the weak is usually to resolve personal conflicts. Because judging from the general situation of the competition, it is
The weak challenge the strong so as to gain experience and gain opportunities for progress.
But as a teacher, he is not qualified to stop it. What the sect implements is free-range, and all disciples can grow freely in their own way. For such competitions, the teacher can only play a checkpoint role on the side.
And cannot intervene in issues that everyone is discussing.
However, after all, Ma Long is a disciple of the Taishang Sect, and his status and seniority in the sect are not low. Yin Bu Gong still said a little uneasily: "Everyone has ordered it!". He said this deliberately.
Let Yin Zhangqiu listen and ask him to show mercy.
Yin Zhangqiu, who was on the stage, could only lower his head and say "yes" when he saw Teacher Yin Bugong's instructions. Since the teacher said so, he paid special attention to this discussion. Just now, he wanted to teach Ma Long a lesson, but he could only take it easy.
Point, no more evil tricks, otherwise Yin Bu Gong, as a teacher, will have the right to intervene in the battle.
Ma Long stood out on the stage and looked particularly conspicuous. Although he had just arrived at the sect, his name was already known to everyone. As soon as he appeared on the stage, the disciples of other levels around him also spread the word.
They quickly dispersed, and their eyes fell on him. For a time, more and more people gathered in front of the small stone platform where Ma Long was.
It seemed that these people were waiting for him to make a fool of himself. Ma Long felt bright in his heart. Seeing that more and more people were watching the excitement, he was both angry and ridiculous.
Because it was his first time to participate in this kind of competition, he didn't know how to decide the winner or loser, so he asked the audience for their disrespect.
"Teacher, does the person who falls off the stone platform first lose?"
Yin disrespectfully nodded: "The one who raises his hand or pats the ground first is considered to have voluntarily admitted defeat, or fell off the stage. If he lands on the ground at the same time, it is a draw. Well, don't be too reluctant..." He vaguely advised Ma Long.
Malone came back to his senses and fixed his gaze on his opponent.
Yin Zhangqiu clasped his fists and said from Ma Long: "Uncle Grand Master, please give me some advice!"
Ma Long snorted coldly, raised two strands of immortal energy in the palms of his hands, and then started the "Mountain Holding Technique". He moved his hands to the right at the same time, as if he was wiping the air out of thin air. The movement was very strange.
Yin Zhangqiu stood on the stage, waiting for Ma Long to take action before counterattacking. But suddenly, an overwhelming pressure hit him, and the entire left half of his body seemed to be under pressure like Mount Tai.
The moment Ma Long waved his hand, Yin Zhangqiu also lost his balance and fell off the stage in full view of everyone.
One move! Ma Long used only one move and unexpectedly pushed Yin Zhangqiu down the stage. There were screams of surprise from all around. Everyone's eyes widened and they couldn't believe the scene in front of them.
Fortunately for the disciples around him, the moment Ma Long waved his hand, they could feel the overwhelming pressure. Everyone thought that they couldn't block this attack even if they were unprepared.
However, the people watching from a distance could not feel the pressure and thought that Yin Zhangqiu deliberately lost to Ma Long. They all thought: Yin Zhangqiu is too timid. Seeing that he is an uncle of Taishi, he deliberately cooperated with Ping Pingwu.
With a strange move, he fell off the stage. What a shame!
Amid everyone's discussion, Yin Zhangqiu, who had fallen off the stage, stood up in despair, not even realizing what was going on.
Ma Long stood on the stage, looked down at Yin Zhangqiu, and raised his fingers at him in a domineering manner: "I know you are not convinced, come up and fight again!"
