Among the more than ten people on the high platform, a young man with red eyebrows came out, saluted the three old men with white beards, and then flew to the ring.
"Everyone, I am Peng Tao, the deacon disciple of the Discipline Hall. I will preside over the second round of the Centenary Disciple Competition. I would like to invite the 108 challengers selected yesterday and the 108 original high-ranking disciples to come to the stage. ." The red-browed young man announced loudly. During this period, he first raised his head and made a gesture of invitation to the left, and then moved his hand to the right.
As soon as he finished speaking, with Qinglan Bang as the center, a layer of green light curtains lit up on the left and right sides of the huge bluestone arena, dividing the entire arena into three areas, of which the middle area was naturally the largest, occupying five of the entire arena. three-quarters.
Seeing this, Shi Mu and others jumped up from the crowd one after another, flew onto the ring, stood on the left side of the Qinglan Ranking, and lined up according to their ranking.
On the other side of the arena, several rays of light also flashed out one after another.
In just a moment, one hundred and eight disciples were already standing on both sides of the arena, separated by cyan light curtains.
Shi Mu looked towards the opposite side, his eyes first falling on the figure on the far left.
This man was dressed in a golden robe, with thin eyebrows and a long face. His skin had a faint golden color. He was lean and tall, standing upright like a javelin. An astonishing aura emerged spontaneously, as if he was about to sweep the sky. It's like digging a hole.
"The top disciple ranks first, Long Zhanye..." Shi Mu narrowed his eyes slightly and muttered something secretly in his heart.
This person is really amazing. With Shi Mu's current consciousness and eyesight, he can't see through the other party's cultivation strength at all. Only his intuition tells him that this person is very strong, and can even be said to be stronger than all the opponents he has encountered in the past. Among them, the strongest one.
The person next to Long Zhanye was dressed in a green gown and had a handsome appearance. It was Senior Brother Ling Feng who had led them to get started ten years ago. He looked the same as he did ten years ago. He still had a warm smile on his lips, which made people laugh. It looks very comfortable.
The few people who passed by were of different races, but all of them looked extraordinary.
He once learned from Qing Changtian that those who are now among the top ten disciples who have been in power for a hundred years have occupied this position for at least thirty years, and there are even some who have been in power for a hundred years.
Shi Mu glanced around a few times and had a rough judgment on the strength of these high-ranking disciples.
Among the one hundred and eight people on the opposite side, only a small part should be heaven-level warriors. The rest, except for a few moon-level warlocks, are mostly from the late to peak levels of the earth-level. Their auras are weird and unpredictable, and they are obviously all infected. Possessing secret arts or possessing the power of blood.
He turned his gaze and landed on Liao Yong, who was in the 37th place. He happened to look over at this moment, with a cold smile deep in his eyes.
Shi Mu smiled casually and withdrew his gaze.
While Shi Mu was observing these high-ranking disciples, the rest of the challengers and the people around the arena below also had their eyes wandering around these high-ranking disciples. After all, as leaders among the century-old disciples, most of them, in addition to their sect duties, have been working all year round. Being in seclusion is a rare thing.
Among the high-ranking disciples, except for some who looked arrogant and did not pay attention to the challengers on the opposite side, most of the others were also sizing up these challengers, assessing the opponent's strength, with a hint of vigilance flashing in their eyes from time to time.
"Okay, now that both sides have arrived, the second round of competition is about to officially begin! Regarding the rules of the competition, Elder Beigu has already explained it before, and I will emphasize it again. One hundred and eight challengers, each
There is only one chance to challenge a higher-ranking disciple at will, and if you win, you can take his place. However, a higher-ranking disciple can be challenged up to three times, and cannot be challenged consecutively. Do you all understand this rule?" said the red-browed young man.
"Understood!" Shi Mu and others replied in unison.
"Okay, now I announce that the second round of the challenge has officially begun!" the red-browed young man announced, flew out of the ring, and returned to the front of the high platform.
All the onlookers around the ring fell silent, and the scene suddenly became silent.
Shi Mu and the other 108 people did not immediately jump to the challenge. They looked towards the opposite side again, sizing up the upper-ranking disciples opposite, as if they were choosing which one to challenge.
Time passed slowly, and soon after a quarter of an hour, no one jumped out to challenge.
"Within sixty breaths, if no one steps up to challenge, it will be deemed that everyone has given up their right to challenge the superior disciple, and the timer will start now!" At this moment, the voice of the red-browed young man sounded again.
But when he saw an hourglass appeared in his hand, he said.
In the hourglass, fine yarn slowly flows down.
"Since everyone is so polite, let me, Chi Yangzi, go first! I will challenge Senior Brother Fang Huifang, who is ranked 100th." At this moment, a red figure walked out from the crowd on the left, standing next to him.
The shape flashed directly through the cyan light curtain and landed in the center of the ring.
This man is about ten feet tall and has a maroon complexion. He is a red yangzi.
At the same time, two other disciples from the challenging party rushed out and seemed to want to rush into the ring. However, because they were slower than Chi Yangzi, they were blocked by the cyan light curtain in front of them, so they had to turn back.
Under the arena, there was a sudden commotion.
On the right side of the opposite area, a figure wearing pitch black armor walked out, with a helmet on his head that covered most of his face. Not only was his face invisible, but his eyes were also pitch black.
This person jumped up from a distance, passed directly through the cyan light curtain, and fell heavily. The entire arena seemed to tremble.
"Challenge us to return? Hehe, it just so happens that the sword in my hand has not seen blood for some days, so I will sacrifice it to you." Two red lights lit up under the dark helmet, and a slightly hoarse male voice came out.
, he doesn’t sound very old either.
As soon as Fang Hui finished speaking, he waved his hand, and a black broad-backed sword several feet long appeared in his palm, with blood faintly flowing on it.
"Then let's try it!"
Chi Yangzi narrowed his eyes slightly, showing a solemn expression, and waved his hand, and a red spear appeared in his hand, with a layer of red flames rising from the surface.
Shi Mu glanced at the two of them for a few times. Judging from the auras emanating from the two of them, they were both at the top of the earth level and seemed to be on par. The result of the competition would depend on how many trump cards each of them had.
He turned his eyes and looked in the direction of the gambling game not far away.
At this moment, he was condescending and had a clear view of the gambling situation.
"Come on, come on, the first competition is about to begin. Chi Yanzi will face off against the 100th disciple Fang Hui. If you want to place a bet, hurry up and leave. Don't wait until the time comes!" Behind the gambling table, the man
Duanmu Guang was shouting loudly.
Upon seeing this, the surrounding disciples took out their spirit stones and pressed them on the table.
The golden light in Shi Mu's eyes flashed slightly, and he immediately saw the odds on the table clearly. Chi Yangzi was paying two to one, and Fang Hui was paying three to one. Obviously, Fang Hui was more favored.
"The competition begins!" At this moment, in mid-air, the red-browed young man shouted low and waved his hand to create a green light.
The cyan light curtains on both sides of the arena flickered and condensed into a semicircular light curtain, covering the entire arena like an inverted sea bowl.
Shi Mu quickly withdrew his gaze.
Akariko let out a roar and glowed with red-gold flames. The flames burning on the surface of the spear in his hand also turned into red-gold.
A burst of intense heat spread out, and even through the cyan light curtain, Shi Mu and others could clearly sense it.
But when he heard a loud shout, the spear in his hand shook and suddenly became blurry. Countless burning red-gold spear shadows emerged and stabbed back in that direction.
Each gun shadow was like a red-gold fire dragon, roaring through the air, making an angry roar, and its momentum was astonishing.
As the air shook, even the cyan light curtain covering the arena began to shake. The power of a single shot was so powerful.
Shi Mu's face changed. Chi Yangzi's strength had improved a lot compared to that day in the Qinglan Secret Realm. I'm afraid he still retained his strength in the first round this time.
"It seems that this person is really rough on the outside but subtle on the inside." Shi Mu thought.
At the same time, there was an exclamation of exclamation under the arena.