Enough gossip, Hu Qing finally remembered to study the information Han Li gave her. In fact, there was nothing to study, so she memorized it after turning it over once. After reviewing it in her mind for a while, she felt that she had done enough preparation. She decisively pulled the quilt.
sleep.
It starts the next day.
There is no first-level disciple. The first-level disciple in the immortal world is equivalent to Qi refining in the world of cultivation, the second-level is equivalent to foundation building, and the third-level is equivalent to golden elixir. It is not a small fight within the sect, and the first-level disciples have not yet completed their cultivation.
, pull it out to reveal your eyes?
In fact, in the sect, there are more powerful people like Mahayana, Fusion, God Transformation, etc. who are walking sideways in the world of cultivation. Now, here, there is no chance to go out to communicate and learn.
Of course, this is for a great immortal sect such as Jiuyang. In some undistinguished third-rate sects, the Mahayana fusion is also the backbone, and even the third level can be the ancestor of the mountain.
Therefore, Hu Qing was lucky. He met a first-class immortal sect in his first serious apprenticeship. He didn't have to work hard like others to jump from a small sect to a middle sect and then to a large sect.
Yun Zhong: Does Canjian Mountain not count?
There are 300 disciples participating in the second-level competition, not 300 in total, but 300 from each family, which adds up to 2,700.
This is not the total number of second-level disciples who have come. Many people have not participated yet. Those who feel that their level is not enough and just want to learn, or those who did not participate in the second-level competition but participated in the subsequent challenge competition.
Hu Qing was at the front of the queue of disciples who signed up for Shuangyang Sect, first place.
That's right, she stood first, and Yuanzuishan had to let her stand.
Yuan Zuishan's original words were: "Let them see that our Shuangyang Sect also has female disciples!"
If the competition didn't require martial arts uniforms, they would even want to put Hu Qing into the most luxurious and sparkling women's suit!
The front position is the captain. She is one step ahead of the others. The others are all second-level senior brothers and sisters, but she is the only one... Hu Qing is a bit shy. She feels that there are so many people on and off the stage,
They are all looking at themselves.
Fortunately, there was no need for each team leader to speak. She was so stiff that after listening to the competition process and rules, she followed the other eight team leaders and took the buckets of lottery numbers. One bucket for each family. In order to prevent her family members from being drawn, the same numbers were given in different colors.
Jiufen. When you get your lottery number, there is a light curtain in front of you, which randomly generates one-to-one numbers. You don’t need to step forward, you can see them standing where you are.
Hu Qing came back with the lottery tube and asked everyone to draw. Yuan Zuishan took the lottery tube over and asked her to draw first and draw a good number.
Hu Qing was confused: "Senior brother, my luck in drawing lots is never good. You go first, I just want the last one."
Everyone didn't believe it and insisted on letting her smoke first.
Hu Qing was helpless, rubbed his hands together, closed his eyes and stretched inside, pushed the sticks here and there, pinched one in the middle, and opened one eye.
Everyone gathered around a dozen levels, all staring at the signature, and there was a loud bang.
It attracts everyone else to look here.
Yuan Zuishan's eyes twitched: "Junior sister is very lucky, she draws the last number in one draw."
Three hundred, it can’t be any smaller. Oh, three hundred is the biggest. What a good luck.
Hu Qing looked at the words three hundred and two carved on the bamboo piece dyed with yellow dye, and was convinced. At least it wasn't two hundred and five.
She smiled and said: "I am the youngest, so three hundred is just right."
He urged them all to draw lots. After the drawing was completed, everyone looked at the huge light curtain hanging in the air in front of them. Which number was called which number was already displayed above.
Yellow three hundred versus purple one hundred and thirty.
Purple, Wuyang Sect.
Who?
Hu Qing immediately looked at the Wuyang Sect's team. Everyone was looking around. Many people from the Wuyang Sect were looking this way.
She thought for a moment and raised her hand to sign the number. Everyone had excellent eyesight and could definitely see it clearly.
Sure enough, in the changes in the eyes of those who looked over, Hu Qing found her opponent, who also raised their numbers towards her.
Hu Qing nodded to him, and the other party nodded to her, and then the two of them walked towards the middle in tacit agreement.
There are raised arenas in the middle, there are many, and they are guaranteed to be enough.
The two walked to meet each other, and they happened to be at a ring. The other party handed over his hand: "This junior sister——"
"Huh? Hu Qing? You and I, Senior Brother Lu, are fighting against each other. Ah, I came to this arena first, you guys can find another one."
On the other side of the ring, Zhuji and another person arrived a step earlier. After saying hello, they were talking to the person guarding the ring.
Hu Qing: "What's your number?"
Zhuji: "Eighty." She said, "If you want to win, let's have a fight."
Senior Brother Lu from Wuyang Sect is speechless. Junior Sister, just tell me to lose.
Hu Qing nodded: "I will definitely win. But you have to work hard."
Zhuji shook her fist, confident: "I will definitely win."
The person opposite her sneered: "I don't care about women."
Zhuji made a sound and mocked: "I won't pity you, you don't look very good."
Hu Qing almost laughed. That disciple was indeed average-looking. But his red face made him even more cute.
Hu Qing made a gesture of invitation and went to the side with Senior Brother Na Lu to find an empty arena.
Each arena has a referee who guards the arena. He is a member of the Shanyang Sect. There are third-level and fourth-level referees. There are many third-level referees. The fourth-level referees who appear now must love to join in the fun.
For example, this person she met was like this.
The dignified fourth-level immortal, Wu Hou, looked at her again and again with a gossipy face: "Shuangyang Sect Hu Qing? The one who used his mobile phone to complain? The one who boasted to all the sect leaders that he would be the first in the second level?"
Hu Qing smiled modestly in the face of his opponent's shocked gaze: "I have no other merits, just good face."
Silk Demon Emperor Ling and others: Bah, you really are not the kind of person who cares about face.
The other party laughed: "I'm waiting for you to take first place."
Senior Brother Lu immediately darkened his face, "What do you mean? What do you mean? I haven't come on stage yet? Do you have me in your eyes?"
"Have you collected all the items? I'm going to put a ban on you."
Both of them nodded, Hu Qing shook the bracelet on his wrist, and Senior Brother Lu also raised his finger with the ring.
Things prepared in advance need to be shown to the referee, so the storage device is not in a state of ownership.
The referee poked inside and found that everything was in compliance with the rules, just this amount... His expression remained unchanged. But in his heart, he thought that if this female disciple of the Shuangyang Sect could win with these things, he would not need to pay attention to them in the future.
point.
Hu Qing was sensitive to his thoughts and thought that the people of Jiuyang Sect were really arrogant and looked down on small actions that were not on the stage.
White Kiss, Thunder Dragon and Blood Kill all stay in the bracelet in the form of weapons.
The restriction is a layer of light curtain. Hu Qing and Senior Brother Lu passed through it and were coated with a layer of light. When the light faded away, the restriction was successful.
Standing on the ring, facing each other, Hu Qing was very unfamiliar with this formal form of fighting. After all, she had been fighting in the field before, so she was not used to such a polite scene. Seeing that the other party did not take out a weapon, she did not take it out either.
She asked: "Brother, what are you good at?"
The opponent was stunned: "Boxing skills."
Boxing, she knows it.
"Okay, senior brother, I'm here." Hu Qing hit him with his fist.
