The old man was wearing a green Taoist robe. He was the dean of Zhenling Academy and a real person in the alchemy stage, Xuanyong.
This Taoist Master Xuanyong has an amiable and approachable demeanor, which earns him the respect of the disciples and professors of other colleges. He is standing on the ring, and beside him are two middle-aged people dressed as Taoists.
monk.
Taoist Master Xuanyong smiled and said: "The disciples practice hard, and all the immortal leaders who led the team are indispensable!"
All the immortals quickly thanked him.
Taoist Master Xuanyong pointed to the two people next to him and said: "I think you know these two, but I am afraid that the disciples below may not know them, so I still need to introduce them."
After that, he pointed to the tall and thin monk on his left and said, "This is Master Xuansu." Then he pointed to the red-faced monk on his right and said, "This is Master Xuance."
All the disciples were shocked, it turned out to be two real people!
These disciples are usually the only real people in the alchemy stage in other courtyards. Dean Xuanyong is also a rare sight. Most of the disciples only see them once every five years. This time, there are actually three real people here. Why not?
Excite all the disciples? If you perform well in the competition and are favored by any real person, you can immediately become an inner disciple, and the period of bloodshed is just around the corner.
Lu Ping looked at the three real people on the stage. Although he admired him very much in his heart, he still kept a trace of clarity in his heart. The three real people were attending a competition for monks in the blood refining period. It seemed that this competition was indeed extraordinary!
What Lu Ping couldn't figure out was, what could make real people in the alchemy stage pay attention to the competition of these little blood refining monks?
After more than 200 disciples draw lots, they will fight against each other. The competition will take place on eight small arenas. The top 128 will be determined in the first round. There are two rounds a day, and the top 64 will be determined on the first day.
name.
Small shields were raised on the eight small arenas. Lu Ping knew that this was the use of a formation to prevent attacks below the hemolysis stage from accidentally injuring people outside the arena.
Each arena is hosted by an immortal in the hemolytic stage.
Master Xuanyong did not hesitate and directly announced the start of the competition. The disciples went to the central arena to draw lots from a jar containing red and blue bamboo sticks.
Lu Ping didn't expect to be lucky enough to get a bye draw, but he didn't get a senior like the eighth or ninth level of blood refining. After all, more than half of the two hundred people were at the seventh level of blood refining.
Lu Ping's opponent in the first round was a disciple of the twelfth square team who was in the middle of the seventh level of blood refining. This disciple looked younger than Lu Ping, about fifteen years old, tall and thin, with a stern look on his face.
There is a trace of arrogance in the childishness.
Li Sheng is indeed proud. He is only fifteen years old this year and has already reached the middle stage of the seventh level of blood refining. In terms of cultivation, he is not only talented, but his hard work is no worse than other disciples. Not only the family, but also the team
The immortal also praised him for having almost no problems entering the hemolytic stage.
There are five geniuses among the second-level disciples. They are Lin Sheng from the first team, Zhao Lang from the fifth team, Shi Lingling from the seventh team, Leng Qian from the fourteenth team, and Qian Fei from the eighteenth team.
The five people are known as the "Five Shows", and they are all at the eighth and ninth levels of blood refining, because these five people all entered the seventh level of the late blood refining stage before they were fourteen years old.
Li Sheng has always believed that he is the "Sixth Show" after these five people. This competition has received generous rewards from the sect, and the family has even prepared a good low-level magic weapon for him, as well as
He has a lot of talismans, which can be said to be rich in wealth. He himself is even more ambitious. He feels that even if he encounters seniors at the eighth level of blood refining, he can win. Even ordinary disciples at the ninth level of blood refining are not invincible.
So when this ordinary sixteen or seventeen-year-old seventh-level blood refining disciple stood in front of Lu Ping, Li Sheng naturally thought that this was a stepping stone for him to advance to the next round.
Lu Ping looked at this half-year-old child, smiled for no reason, took out his high-level magic weapon, made a "blood-melting bone-refining sword" starting position, and said to Li Sheng: "Junior, please!"
Li Sheng saw that Lu Ping actually used this set of basic swordsmanship, which showed that he was also an ordinary disciple with no family background. The look of contempt on his face became even more intense. He let out a "嘡啷啷", and took out a top-level sword as if to show off.
The magic weapon showed a set of Kung Fu starting moves passed down from his family. He thought to himself that his father said that this set of "Twenty-Four Storm Swords" was quite powerful during the blood refining period. He, an ordinary person with no background,
I am afraid that the disciple has never even heard of this sword technique.
Lu Ping had never seen this sword technique before. He just looked at this little monk who was like a child showing off his toys and found it very ridiculous. However, he still noticed the danger contained in this unfamiliar sword technique.
two.
Li Sheng moved the top-level magic weapon in his hand, and a streak of white light flashed past. Lu Ping suddenly felt that a magic power was hidden in the white light emitted by the magic weapon, and it quickly came towards his face. The move was not old.
, the face has been cut so painful.
Lu Ping responded calmly, turned around and dodged the white light, and the magic weapon in his hand also slashed at Li Sheng's wrist with sword energy.
Li Sheng didn't take it seriously at all, relying on the sharpness of the magic soldiers, he pushed Lu Ping's magic soldiers aside, made a hand gesture with his left hand, and at the same time muttered something in his mouth, a flame rose up, and when Lu Ping's magic soldiers were separated,
If you expose an opening, catch him off guard.
Unexpectedly, the two magic weapons connected. Li Sheng suddenly felt a powerful magic force being transmitted to his own magic weapon. He was unable to fight back for a moment. Not only did he fail to fight off the opponent's magic weapon, but he was pushed back by the force.
It took two steps to resolve it.
The flame art in his hand was rushed by this magic power and was deflected. Lu Ping easily dodged it. The flames that exploded were completely blown away by Lu Ping's simple breeze art.
The look of contempt on Li Sheng's face suddenly subsided a lot. This man's magic power was so strong that he was not inferior to him. It seemed that he had a lot of power. However, thinking of the wealth in his storage bag, Li Sheng suddenly became more confident.
It's quite enough.
Lu Ping looked at the gap the size of a soybean on the blade of the high-grade magic weapon in his hand, and couldn't help but smile bitterly. He had only held this magic weapon in his hand for three months, and had only fought twice.
Suffered such a heavy blow.
The magic weapon in Li Sheng's hand moved horizontally and attacked again. A set of "Twenty-Four Swords of the Wind" was faster than the other, and each sword was as fast as the other. At the same time, the spells in his hand were stronger than the other, and occasionally there were several spells in his hand.
Taoist talismans were mixed in among them, hitting Lu Ping head and face.
Lu Ping felt really in a hurry for a while. The opponent's sword skills were like a strong wind passing through. It was all-pervasive. It was also mixed with flame techniques, ice seal techniques, wind blade techniques, golden sword techniques, giant wood techniques and other spells. Isn't it good for him?
It was easy to rely on a solid foundation to gain some breathing space. Before he could even counterattack a move or a half, the opponent came up with another talisman to make up for it.
Lu Ping looked at the low-grade or even medium-grade blood refining talismans, being slapped at him for free, just like pieces of spiritual stones wasting away in front of his eyes, and he cursed in his heart that he was a prodigal.
"Fortunately, Li Sheng has some sense and doesn't regard the high-grade talisman as a piece of water." Just as Lu Ping was sighing, an ice blade talisman exploded in front of him, and the huge spiritual power fluctuated, which shocked Lu Ping.
, I wish I could slap myself in the ear, this is obviously a top-grade talisman.
The chilly air had already made the hair on Lu Ping's body stand on end before the three crystal clear ice knives hit him.