The voice of the leader Meng Lingshi was like a falling stone, and suddenly a light surface suddenly appeared next to the main hall, filled with words from top to bottom.
"This is the list of disciples participating in the sect competition this time. The two directions above correspond to you and your opponents in the first round of competition."
"Sword Peak, Fu Peak, Formation Peak, and Spirit Beast Peak will be held in the same field for a big competition. It is divided into three rounds. The first round is a random battle, and the winner will compete in the arena in the second round. In both rounds, one person will compete on the stage.
Falling means losing, and the winner will be determined. The third round..."
Meng Lingshi paused suddenly and smiled at everyone. The smile contained the cunning thoughts of a fox.
"In the third round, we will enter the Tibetan Armed Forces Pavilion. Which floor we will go to and what the winning rules are, we will keep it secret for the time being."
"Medical cultivation, alchemy cultivation, and weapon cultivation are divided into three disciplines to conduct similar competitions. In the first two rounds, each of the three disciplines will conduct corresponding tests. As for the monks who practice other disciplines different from swords, talismans, formations, and spiritual beasts, they will participate in this competition together.
The big competition of the four peaks! Let’s go to the ring to see the outcome now!”
There are also some Confucian cultivators, Dharma cultivators, sorcerers, and ghost cultivators who have come to seek refuge in Shifang Sect. It is said that there are also ghost cultivators, but Jiang Su has never seen them.
After the sound, the light spots on the words dissipated and turned into light butterflies flying towards the disciples on the main peak, swords, talismans, formations, and spiritual beasts. At the same time, they lowered their heads and looked at their fingertips, and the light butterfly landed on their fingertips.
The tail of the butterfly is connected to a thread that leads to someone unknown.
Suddenly, a ray of light burst out, bursting out with a dazzling light that was more dazzling than the others. The light at the fingertips of the others also shone brightly.
Elder Lu, who was in charge of the "Performance Attendance" on the main peak, suddenly stepped forward, clasped his hands together and opened them again. The wind blew between his palms, and countless competition platforms suddenly rose on the originally crowded main peak, with two flags intersecting on the platforms.
"Go up!"
"Three two one, the competition begins!"
Without any pause in his tone, Elder Lu waved his hand, and most of the disciples flew up to the competition stage in the air. The next moment, their opponents on the screen also fell onto the competition stage.
"Ah ah ah ah ah why are you in such a hurry again ah ah ah." There are also disciples whose martial arts competition stage is far away, and when they react, they are already flying in the sky.
He quickly hugged his sword tightly, and when he approached the competition stage, he was involuntarily sucked up and landed smoothly.
"Elder Lu, I beg you, can you not start so soon? I'm not ready yet!!!"
"Ahhhhh let me wield the sword by myself!"
There are also disciples who don't show off, and have already prepared for the ranking in the sect competition. When they heard Elder Lu's words, they had already drawn their swords and drawn talismans, preparing to hit their opponents with one blow.
"I've been unhappy with you for a long time!"
"Sword cultivator, right? Look at my talisman!"
"Flags from all directions, form a formation, I will order soldiers from all directions!"
"Come on, baa baa! Look, my second sheep is called white fur turning into needle rain!"
This was Jiang Su's first time to participate in a sect competition. When she was five years old, she just followed her medical fairy father in the main hall, took a small bench and sat next to him, and obediently watched the reflection of the water mirror in the main hall.
The little kid Jiang Su stared at a water mirror the whole time. In that water mirror, there were maple leaves all over the mountains and plains, in full swing. The cold wind sword shadow cut off the burning sun in the green, and the waves of unknown temperature in the white mist swept away the two of them.
The body was burned to make red bones, and the white clothes were cold and the hands were filled with ice.
It's Shen Yunyang and the little senior sister.
This time, Jiang Su remembered the white clothes and the scarred swordsman.
When I was ten years old, I accompanied my father, the doctor fairy Jiang Shuihui, to watch the big competition. The little baby had grown into a big baby and still took a small bench and looked at the water mirror obediently. Unfortunately, this time the fire did not meet the ice, and the expected scene did not appear like the eternal scene. The cold cracked and the sun burned for nine days.
There are so many disciples of Shifang Sect, how can there be a chance for the two famous disciples of Jianfeng to fight again.
Jiang Su had no expression, just shook his head from side to side, and stared at the two water mirrors.
"This time..."
Jiang Su was outside the main hall, personally on the main peak, and under the competition stage, and saw the man in white clothes holding a sword. Unfortunately, the opponent of the black sword was not the red sword.
"What a pity... Junior Sister's opponent is not Senior Brother Shen. The match between them is the ultimate aesthetic of swordsman fighting..."
"Ranxie and Zhengyu...these two swords sound like one is righteous and awe-inspiring, and the other is evil and magnificent."
"Senior Sister's sword...it really doesn't look like hers."
Jiang Su stood by herself and whispered in a low voice. With more than half the people around her, she felt that even the spiritual power in her body was running much more easily.
Elder Lu spoke again and brought Jiang Su, who was stunned, back to Dabi.
"Okay, don't delay any longer. Medical disciples come to the left side of the main peak. There are already hundreds of monks waiting for you to diagnose your illness."
"Come to the right side of the main peak for alchemy cultivators. Just pick any alchemy room and enter the alchemy room. The questions are all in the alchemy room."
"As for the weapon cultivators... you take out the furnace and practice at the entrance of the main hall. The formations have been set up for you. Enter, be careful not to collapse the formations when knocking on those spiritual materials and iron ore."
"In the last competition, someone knocked down a corner of the entire formation. I won't say who it was. The leader also told me today that whoever collapses this time will pay to repair it. Now this formation method It’s time to replace the equipment.”
After Elder Lu finished speaking, he turned around and left, not caring about the order of the monks' competition in the three peaks. After a breath, the door of the main hall was closed tightly.
"..."
Wait, is this a sect competition for our non-military personnel? What does it mean to wait for hundreds of monks? Are we competing to see who can cure more?
That's right, Jiang Su had never seen the competition between the medical cultivators in the first two rounds. Normally, she would have been sitting on a small bench in the closed hall watching the sword cultivators fight.
"What is going on? How could the Shifang Sect's sect competition be so casual?"
A familiar female voice sounded in Jiang Su's ears, and the girl in green glanced sideways.
It's Song Wan'er.
"I don't know, what are you doing here?" Jiang Su said as he strode to the left of the main peak. Sure enough, there were ten rows and ten rows of monks sitting in the open space in the distance. None of these monks were normal. complexion.
"...the leader and the others have found so many unhealthy monks???" Jiang Su muttered in his heart.
Seeing Jiang Su replying to her words, Song Wan'er raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and her eyebrows were filled with butterflies flying among the flowers. She followed Jiang Su's footsteps and said, "The good name of your Shifang Sect is indeed well-deserved. I am really willing to do it in the name of Dabi." Treating so many seriously ill and dying monks is really... well-intentioned!"
"This great righteousness really makes me feel ashamed!"
When Jiang Su heard this, he immediately rolled his eyes inadvertently, raised his hand to lift the corner of his clothes, stepped on the floor, and sat behind the wooden table.
In front of the wooden table are ten monks waiting for treatment in a row.
"Haha, I don't know who said the word casually just a second ago."
No one has said the rules of the medical competition, so according to the rules of this world of cultivation, there are no rules.
Just diagnose the disease.
Although Jiang Su doesn't know how to determine the success or failure of this big competition, newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, and the brave one wins when they meet on a narrow road!
Reckless!
"Now that you've got it, take care of it. The medical exam... I've passed it eight hundred times. Isn't this just clinical analysis?"