Shi Mu and Bai Shi walked and chatted, and soon came to the valley between Peak 8 and Peak 7.
This place is much larger than the original valley between peaks No. 11 and 12. It is full of colorful flowers and plants, just like a huge garden. In the center is a huge square square with an area of enough
One hundred acres, ten large arenas are lined up in the square.
The square was crowded with people at this moment, and countless disciples of the Black Demon Sect in black clothes had gathered. Shi Mu took a quick look and saw that there were at least two thousand people, more than double the number when he participated in the competition last time.
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It seems that the Black Demon Sect has accepted many disciples over the years.
Shi Mu thought this, and when he glanced around, he found that half of the arenas were empty, with only pairs of figures fighting fiercely on the five arenas in the middle.
The onlookers around him burst out cheers and exclamations from time to time, and the atmosphere in the entire square was extremely warm for a while.
There were people standing around the five arenas. Shi Mu and Baishi could only stop a dozen feet away. They stopped talking and watched the competition from a distance.
Shi Mu's eyesight was extremely good. From a distance of more than ten feet, everything seemed to be happening in front of his eyes.
On the third stage on the far left, a young man in white and a big man in black were already fighting together. Both of them were late acquired warriors.
?The young man in white holds a long sword with flashing silver light. The sword moves are as dense as rain, and the silver sword light follows some weird arc, wandering around the big man in black, constantly trying to take advantage of the gap.
Under the influence of the true energy, each sword light made a harsh sound, which seemed to have endless stamina.
The big man in black was holding a long black whip that was about ten feet long. When he danced, the whip was heavily shadowed, like a spiritual snake, weaving a large black whip net in front of him, firmly blocking the sword moves of the young man in white without giving way.
The muffled "bang bang" sound kept coming.
When the black whip shadow and silver sword light touched each other, they exploded almost at the same time, turning into invisible air waves and spreading in all directions. People who were several feet away felt like a strong wind was blowing on their faces.
"Brother Shi, the big man in black is named Wu Chao. It is said that six years ago he was only in the middle stage of acquired cultivation. The young man in white named Tao Yan was a little-known C-level disciple at the time, but now they are both
Among the top ten second-level disciples, I am very famous among the more than 2,000 disciples of the Black Demon Sect. But in three years, I will not lose to them." Bai Shi pointed at the young man in white and the big man in black on the ring, and said with confidence
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"Brother Baishi is very ambitious, as we cultivators should be like this." Shi Mu praised.
Shiraishi nodded heavily.
At this moment in the arena, the sword light of the young man in white fades and appears, becoming more and more strange, but the black whip shadow always follows him.
After another dozen moves like this, the white-clothed young man's sword light was in chaos, revealing a flaw, and a black whip shadow penetrated like a poisonous snake.
"Bang" a muffled sound!
The black whip suddenly hit the young man in white on the abdomen. His figure was like a torn sack, flying out of the ring and hitting the ground heavily. After spitting out a mouthful of blood, he was unable to move for a moment.
Two handyman disciples in black shirts quickly rushed out from the crowd in the audience, and they carried the young man in white down skillfully.
The big man in black tied the long whip to his right arm and stepped out of the ring. He had already entered the top five of the second-level disciples.
The people watching near the ring were all amazed, and they all discussed the black-clothed young man's skills and whip skills.
Shi Mu curled his lips, glanced at the other arenas, and suddenly lost interest.
Seeing that Bai Shi beside him was still looking at it with interest, Shi Mu just stood there and didn't move, but he started to think about other things in his mind.
More than half an hour later, everyone in the square looked at Arena No. 5 with bated breath, because the first and second place among the Class B disciples would be decided there.
Shi Mu felt that the atmosphere was abnormal, and when he looked up, he saw a young man with a scar on his face fighting fiercely with a tall and thin young man on the ring.
The scarred young man is holding a long spear with a faint red light flashing at the tip, while the tall and thin young man is holding a long sword with a green light.
Shi Mu's heart moved, and he vaguely felt that this tall and thin young man with deep-set cheeks and long arms and legs as long as bamboo poles looked familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere.
The tall and thin young man's movement was as fast as lightning, constantly circling around the scarred young man. The long sword in his hand flickered east and west, flashing like streaks of blue lightning, and his movements were free and easy.
As for the young man with scar on the opposite side, his gun seemed to be in full swing. Under the infuriating energy, the sharp wind was as heavy as a mountain, protecting his whole body tightly, allowing the tall and thin young man no chance to take advantage of him, and the gun tip was unexpectedly moving from time to time.
It got out of nowhere, causing the tall and thin young man to almost suffer a loss several times.
The tall and thin young man was neither arrogant nor impatient. After fighting like this for a stick of incense, the scarred young man's marksmanship finally slowed down.
There was a flash in the eyes of the tall and thin young man. When the opponent's spear was withdrawn and his moves were old, he stepped forward with his feet and shot out like an arrow. In the blink of an eye, he was close to the young man with the scar.
With a wave of his right hand, the green light on the long green sword surged, and dozens of green sword shadows flew out in an instant, slashing towards the scarred young man's gun-holding hands.
The scarred young man's eyes flashed with pride, he raised his right hand, and the barrel-shaped hidden weapon in the cuff was exposed. In an instant, a silver needle shot out quickly, and at the same time, his body retreated sharply.
The tall and thin young man's eyes flashed with anger, his mouth moved slightly, and he squeezed the magic formula with his left hand, and a green shield appeared out of thin air.
After a jingling sound, the silver needle hit the shield, and was immediately blown away by small whirlwinds set off by the shield!
"The Wind Locust Shield Technique is a spiritual level warlock!" Someone among the people watching the battle exclaimed.
At this moment, the aura of the tall and thin young man suddenly changed, and a powerful aura no less than that of the acquired perfection burst out in an instant. In a flash, he caught up with the scarred young man who was retreating, and with a flick of his right hand
With a wave, a large green sword curtain covered the young man with the scar.
There was a "bang" sound!
The cyan sword curtain flashed before the scarred young man's eyes, and then the back of the cyan long sword struck him hard on the chest, causing him to fly out of the ring involuntarily. He landed on the ground and rolled several times before stopping.
More than a dozen wounds all over his body suddenly began to bleed profusely, and he passed out with his eyes rolled.
The day after tomorrow, in the later stage of Dzogchen, he is still a spiritual level warlock!
For a moment, the arena below was silent. Even the sect elder who was the referee on the arena couldn't help but shrink his eyes.
At this time, two handyman disciples in black and short shirts rushed out from the crowd. They stopped the bleeding of the young man with a scar, bandaged his wound, and quickly carried him away.
"Who is this person?" Shi Mu glanced curiously at the tall and thin young man on the stage and asked Bai Shi.
"Brother Shi, you don't even know Duan Qianli, right? He was the number one C-level disciple back then. I didn't expect him to be so strong now. I'm afraid someone among the top ten A-level disciples is going to come down this time.
Already!" Bai Shi said with a look of admiration in his eyes.
"I see, I am ignorant." Shi Mu grinned, vaguely remembering that he asked Huo Mao about this person when he participated in the sect competition.
The next moment, the sect elder on the stage announced loudly:
"I declare that Duan Qianli wins and is promoted to the first place among the second-level disciples!"
The sound roared over the square, lasting for a long time, covering up the cheers of the surrounding disciples.
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In the evening, Shi Mu, accompanied by Bai Shi and Xiao Ming, came to Chuanxiang Tower in Qingshi Plaza on Peak 13, and went straight to the third floor.
The second floor of this restaurant is magnificent and decorated, but the style suddenly changes on the third floor. There are not many gorgeous decorations, but some are carved dragons and painted phoenixes, giving it a simple and atmospheric feel.
"Looking at the layout here, I'm afraid tonight's meal won't be cheap, right?" Shi Mu glanced at the surrounding layout and said with a smile.
Baishi smiled and said nothing.
"Of course, there is something special about our gathering today, so we can't be shabby." Xiao Ming said with a mysterious smile.
Without waiting for Shi Mu to ask, Xiao Ming pulled Shi Mu to an elegant room.
Two people were already sitting inside. Shi Mu was slightly startled. He knew both of them.
A girl in a blue shirt, with a graceful figure and beautiful appearance, is Lan Feng.
There is also a young man wearing a yellow shirt and a rough face, but he is Huo Mao.
It had been several years since Shi Mu and the two of them had seen each other, but their appearance had not changed much. However, the energy in their bodies fluctuated, and their cultivation levels had obviously made great progress compared to before.
"Shi Mu..."
"Hey, Junior Brother Shi!"
Lan Feng and Huo Mao were shocked when they saw Shi Mu walking in.
"You two, it's been a long time since we last met!" Shi Mu smiled slightly and said hello to the two of them.
Lan Feng and Shi Mu were not very familiar with each other, so they nodded and sat down.
Huo Mao and Shi Mu were quite familiar with each other in the past. Now he happily pulled Shi Mu to sit next to him and started chatting enthusiastically, asking about Shi Mu's experiences in the past few years.
Bai Shi and Xiao Ming were on the side, greeting Lan Feng.
Shi Mu chatted with Huo Mao for a few words and found out that his sneaking into the barbarian land to help the human race peace negotiation team and the barbarian alliance did not seem to be spread among the ordinary disciples in the Black Demon Sect.
He had no intention of showing off, but just briefly talked about some of the things he had fought on the front line before.
"Everyone, it is rare for us to gather here today to celebrate that Brother Baishi and Junior Sister Lanfeng have successfully entered the top fifty second-level disciples in this competition!" After a moment, Xiao Ming stood up and smiled.
He raised his glass and said.
"That's it! It's so hard for you to hide it from me. Congratulations, congratulations!" Shi Mu finally understood at this moment, raised his wine glass with a smile, and congratulated Bai Shi and Lan Feng.
"It was just a fluke."
Both of them seemed quite proud to be among the top fifty second-level disciples, and a smile appeared on Lan Feng's somewhat indifferent face.
"Haha, Junior Brother Xiao, why did you miss yourself? This time you have entered the top thirty of the second-level disciples, and you are more promising than an old disciple like me!" Huo Mao said with a laugh.
"Senior Brother Huo is so complimentary!"
After Xiao Ming bowed his hand to Huo Mao, the four of them toasted and drank together. Then he thought of something again and said to Shi Mu with a look of regret on his face:
"Brother Shi, it's a pity that you didn't catch up with the competition this time. Otherwise, with your strength, you would definitely be able to get a good ranking among the second-level disciples."
"It doesn't matter, just participate tomorrow." Shi Mu said with a carefree smile.
He has now deliberately restrained his aura, so Xiao Ming and others can only feel that his aura is stronger than theirs, but they do not know that they have actually entered the postnatal Dzogchen. (To be continued.)