On the ring, Mourning glanced at the meteorite black knife not far away from him with lingering fear, and his back was already soaked with cold sweat.
If it hadn't been for the intervention of the old man in gray robe as the referee, his arm would have been completely punished.
In fact, if Shi Mu really wanted to kill him, the blade would not only be pointed at his left shoulder.
He glanced at Shi Mu with some resentment, struggled to get up, put the aqua blue sword into its scabbard, jumped off the ring, and walked away.
Shi Mu tied the meteor hammer to his waist, picked up the black meteorite knife from the ground, nodded to the gray-robed old man, walked off the ring, walked to the black stone tablet, and stood where Mourning originally stood.
Sit down cross-legged, close your eyes and relax.
Qian Xiong, Bai Shuixiu and others turned to look at Shi Mu with different expressions.
"The competition continues, who else wants to challenge the Grade A disciples?" The old man in gray robe asked loudly after he composed himself.
The other top ten disciples in Grade B looked at each other.
Shi Mu defeated Mourning in one fell swoop, which gave them great confidence. Even then, two people stood up and challenged the Grade A disciples under the stone tablet.
With Shi Mu's lessons learned, these Class A disciples put away their original aloof and disdainful expressions, and their expressions became much more solemn.
Soon, these two people ended up in a disastrous defeat and were carried out of the ring unconscious. One of them was challenging the third-ranked spiritual warlock Baishui Xiu, and his entire body was damaged by the opponent's hail spell attack.
It is almost completely broken, and I am afraid that even if the injury recovers, the cultivation level will plummet.
As a result, the confidence that the other Class B disciples had just aroused was instantly shattered, and no one dared to challenge him anymore.
When the old man in gray robe saw this, he said nothing and directly announced the end of the challenge.
The next time is for Class A disciples to challenge each other and determine the rankings. Judging from previous years, there will not be any big changes in this link. Even if there is an occasional competition, it will be done as soon as possible.
After so many years, Class A disciples have gotten to know each other quite well, and they will never fight to the death for a slight difference in rewards, which will affect their subsequent cultivation.
After all, these A-level disciples already have access to the most generous resources of the sect, and their only goal is to attack the innate, or star-level warlocks, and rise to the top of the sect.
However, due to the sudden appearance of Shi Mu as a Class A disciple this time, and the fact that the first place reward is widely rumored to be quite precious in the sect, it is not impossible that there will be any changes in this final ranking competition.
After everyone near the ring whispered to each other, they became a little excited again. Most of the eyes in the audience were focused on the black stone tablet, and most of them naturally fell on Shi Mu.
However, contrary to everyone's expectations, probably because Shi Mu's strength in the two competitions was too powerful and domineering, the other Grade A disciples seemed to be a little absent-minded, and they challenged each other for two or three games, then did not take action again.
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As for Shi Mu, who closed his eyes and meditated, no one even took a look, and almost forgot about it.
After half an hour of this, the competition was finally over.
Shi Mu and the other ten people stood on the stage one after another, facing the many disciples in the audience.
The head of the Black Demon Sect also stood on the stage at this time, looking at the ten people, a smile flashed across his lips, turned around to face the people in the audience, and announced:
"This round of competition has now ended. The ten people in front of you are the Grade A disciples of this session. They will enjoy the support of the sect's optimal cultivation resources in the next year! At the same time, I also hope that everyone present will encourage you. I hope you will not
Forget about discipleship and practice hard, and one day you will have the opportunity to stand here!"
The words of the head of the Black Demon Sect were resounding and inspiring, and the disciples below him were filled with enthusiasm and excitement.
It was already evening, and the afterglow of the setting sun fell on Shi Mu and the other ten Grade A disciples, as if they were covered with a layer of light golden clothes, making their images even more solemn and tall.
Thousands of disciples present looked at the ten people on the stage, their eyes filled with envy, and many even clenched their fists.
The leader of the Black Demon Sect slowly swept his gaze across the crowd of people in the audience, with a look of satisfaction on his face. The power of example can sometimes be far more inspiring than a thousand words.
The head of the Black Demon Sect withdrew his gaze and waved his hand to the side.
Immediately, several disciples in black stepped onto the ring holding a tray with a piece of red cloth on it.
When everyone in the audience saw this scene, their spirits were lifted again.
As usual, the top ten in the competition will receive generous rewards. Since this competition is quite special, a lot of news has spread before the competition. The first place will be rewarded with a major secret treasure. Everyone has been looking forward to this for a long time.
Shi Mu also had a look of curiosity on his face. Part of the reason why he acted so openly this time was because of this secret treasure.
The leader of the Black Demon Sect walked up to Shi Mu and waved. A disciple in black immediately came over and slightly raised the tray in his hand.
The head of the Black Demon Sect waved his hand and lifted the red cloth on the tray, revealing a white ring.
Shi Mu's eyes lit up and his breathing quickened slightly.
The white ring seems to be made of ordinary white jade. It has a simple appearance and looks quite ordinary at first glance. But after a second look, you will find that this thing is extraordinary. There is a layer of crystal white light flowing on the surface.
"This...could it be a storage ring..." On a high platform, an innate elder murmured with excitement on his face when he saw the white ring.
The other elders didn't seem to know what the reward was beforehand, and they were all very shocked at the moment, with many showing envy.
Since the storage ring requires special materials and is extremely difficult to refine, its quantity is very small. It is difficult for ordinary innate beings to get one. The elders of the entire Black Demon Sect have only one storage ring with no more than five fingers.
number.
Under the ring, many people had already guessed what the ring was, and the rest of the people who didn't know it understood it immediately after word of mouth, and there was an uproar.
"This ring is called the Chenmiao Ring. It is a storage magic weapon refined by the elder of our sect. You must make good use of this thing in the future." The head of the Black Demon Sect handed the ring to Shi Mu and said with a somewhat solemn expression.
As if on purpose, the leader of the Black Demon Sect's voice was not loud, but it was filled with true energy. It spread clearly over the square, making all the disciples on and off the stage, including the elders in the stands not far away,
My mouth felt dry for a while.
"yes."
Shi Mu agreed, took it with both hands, and put it on the middle finger of his right hand. The size was just right.
His heart moved, and the true energy in his body was injected into the ring, but the Chenmiao Ring did not react at all.
"The storage ring is different from ordinary magical weapons. It requires blood as a medium to be used." The head of the Black Demon Sect reminded him in a low voice in a voice that only Shi Mu could hear.
Shi Mu was startled when he heard this. He had never heard of this statement before. He immediately cut his finger and a drop of blood blended into the ring and seeped in quickly.
He raised his eyebrows, and the ring absorbed his essence and blood, immediately forming a flesh-and-blood connection with him.
His mental power immediately sensed that a cubic space appeared in the ring. It was not very big, and was about the same size as an ordinary room.
Shi Mu was overjoyed, but then his face changed, and something suddenly appeared in the space of the ring.
It was a small pile of Black Flame Tokens. His mental power swept them away, and there were a hundred of them.
"The hundred Black Flame Tokens are also the reward for the first place in this competition." The head of the Black Demon Sect obviously already knew about this, and said with a slight smile.
"Thank you, Master, for the generous gift." Shi Mu said gratefully.
The leader of the Black Demon Sect waved his hand and continued to award rewards to others.
These prizes were all valuable items such as spiritual stones, rare elixirs, and black flame tokens. Everyone in the audience was filled with envy and wished they were not on stage.
After the awards were awarded, the head of the Black Demon Sect said a few words of effort, then announced the end of the competition and quickly walked off the ring.
The other elders also left one after another. In the stands, Jin Xiaochai took a deep look at Shi Mu, then turned around and walked away.
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Shi Mu slowly walked down from the ring. All the disciples below the ring looked envious and awed, and they consciously made way for a passage.
Not far after Shi Mu walked out, four figures walked out of the crowd. The one at the front was Bai Shi, followed by Xiao Ming, Lan Feng and Huo Mao.
"Brother Shi Mu, congratulations on your promotion to the senior brother of the Black Demon Sect!" Bai Shi stepped forward, cupped his fists and saluted, smiling.
"Congratulations, senior brother!" Xiao Ming and others also stepped forward and saluted with fists in their hands, speaking respectfully.
"You don't have to be polite. We have known each other for a long time. From now on, you can just call me Shi Mu as before." Shi Mu waved his hand and said with a smile.
After a few more people exchanged pleasantries, he got up and walked towards the passage.
Bai Shi and others unanimously let Shi Mu go first before following behind. Most of the disciples in the square looked at them, with curiosity, jealousy, envy, and awe in their eyes...
Shi Mu walked calmly through the passage of people and was about to walk out of the passage when he suddenly spotted a familiar figure in the crowd out of the corner of his eye.
His steps stopped in vain, and he turned his head and looked over.
Bai Shi and others behind him stopped one after another when they saw this and followed his gaze.
This man was tall and thin, dressed in the clothes of a Class B disciple, and his cultivation had reached the late acquired stage. He lowered his head and mingled in the crowd. Seeing that Shi Mu had spotted him, he simply stood up straight and tried to stay calm.
Looked at Shi Mu.
It was none other than Zuo Yan, the second-level disciple who wanted to seize Shi Mu's meteorite iron black sword back then!
Shi Mu's heart moved, he strode towards Zuo Yan and stood less than ten steps away from him.
The disciples around Zuo Yan realized that something was wrong and immediately dispersed. However, they did not go far and stopped not far away.
Even many disciples who had been bullied by Zuo Yan, or who had heard of Zuo Yan's bad reputation, took pleasure in his misfortune and started whispering to the people around them.
Zuo Yan stood there alone, feeling Shi Mu's powerful aura locking onto him, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, mixed with a bit of uncertainty.
"Don't you like this knife? If you catch it, it's yours!"
Shi Mu said, casually throwing the iron black sword with the scabbard towards the opponent.
Zuo Yan was stunned, and subconsciously stretched out his hands to catch the meteorite black knife.
With his next breath, a terrifying force far beyond his imagination came from the knife, causing his chest to feel tight, blood all over his body to surge, and at the same time his hands were knocked back.
"Deng Deng Deng"
Zuo Yan couldn't help but took five or six steps back, and finally sat down on the ground before stopping.
The disciples watching the excitement couldn't help but laugh, and some even shouted "Hello" loudly.