It has been so long that people have even forgotten the time of the last challenge. They only vaguely remember that the last person who challenged the Earth Ranking was beaten to a disability and died just after leaving Zhanjian City.
Since the opening of the first Thousand Sects Potential Battle, the number of incidents in history where the Human Ranking has challenged the Earth Ranking can be counted in two slaps.
For hundreds of years, even one person succeeded, but both sides suffered losses, fighting to the death.
Hierarchy solidified.
A young master born in a wealthy family and a beggar begging on the street are two unrelated lines that can never intersect. As time goes by, they will only become farther and farther apart.
Food, knowledge, education, social interaction... in all aspects, there are huge gaps.
Even if a poor man suddenly makes a fortune, he will only buy more steamed buns and has no idea that there are delicacies in the world.
Comparing the second-rate sects with the nine major sects, there is a class gap between the rich and the beggars.
There are some techniques that you, a second-rate sect, can’t even buy if you have money.
There are some elixirs that even your second-rate sect has never heard of.
Not to mention the personal guidance of the Foundation Establishment Elder, and the terrifying and cruel cultivation environment.
Everyone in the nine major sects works hard, everyone competes, and everyone is a genius. This place is like a melting pot. If you dare not work hard, you may be eliminated directly... But in the second-rate sect, if you look for a camel among the sheep, everything in front of you is
Weak, you are stronger than everyone, so it is easy for you to lose yourself in your comfort zone.
With no one to whip behind, few can overcome laziness, the natural enemy of all life.
The nine major sects are giants. For thousands of years, no one has been able to shake them, not even the Tianci Sect back then.
The luster of the challenge order dissipated, and all the spectators stared at the battle stage, which was even more exciting than the battle on the battlefield just now.
At this time, the elders of the nine major sects all looked interested and looked serious.
Wang Junchen looked at the battle stage calmly, obviously interested.
At this moment, those camera bugs in the Central Academy who were about to cancel the battle flew back one after another, covering the battle stage from all angles... At this moment, every city in the country could see the challenge of climbing the rankings, and everyone was very interested.
Putting aside the victory or defeat, the challenge of climbing the rankings has a special meaning in itself.
This is burning life, roaring towards the solidified class. Although they know that the outcome will be defeat, everyone's heart is looking forward to victory in one fell swoop and a passionate reversal.
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On the battlefield.
The disciple of Feng Xuanchi had frost on his face and walked silently to the center of the battle platform. Every time he took a step, frost spread under his feet, as if he was venting his murderous thoughts.
In the top ten ranking battle just now, his fate was not good. In the first battle, he encountered the sixth level of Qi Refining from the Blood Refining Barracks. He had no choice but to admit defeat. He was full of resentment and had no place to vent his anger.
The prize for the tenth place is obviously much worse than the top five.
But he is so good that even the rubbish on the list dare to challenge him.
This is simply a shame, a great shame and humiliation.
Being challenged is like having a dog pee on your head. Even if you kill it, you will still make a mess.
"Get up here and die!"
The Fengxuanchi disciple's robes flew up and his sword flashed. Qingfeng Yaoyao pointed at the Ningtian River below the stage and gritted her teeth.
Three moves.
He wanted to cut him into cripples within three moves, letting him understand that no one could ever offend the majesty of the nine major sects.
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"Tell me your sect name!"
At this time, the middle-aged man in charge of Zhanjian City looked at Ning Tianjiang and said loudly.
At this moment, the audience was in an uproar.
People are constantly speculating about the origin of this madman who dares to challenge the Earth Ranking.
Golden Sword Gate?
Red Leaf Sect?
Or Ning Xuanmen!
It must not be the Tiangang Sect!
Many people didn't even take a closer look at the battle on the list of people just now. The top three had already appeared... The photography bugs all passed by in passing without causing any waves.
And many viewers who were paying attention to the battle on the leaderboard were completely attentive.
Those who can defeat the disciples of the Golden Sword Sect with one move are not good at it. Although there is no hope of challenging the Earth Ranking, it must be a tough battle, and many people even look forward to it.
"This is Ning Tianjiang, Junior Brother Ning?"
In the auditorium of the Yanchen Sect, Wang Zhuqing clenched his hands and recognized this former junior brother from a distance... As far as he knew, Ning Tianjiang should be in a third-rate sect. He might have had some adventures, but it was difficult to reach the sky by challenging the earth rankings.
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"God! Grant! Zong!"
Ning Tianjiang licked his lips, and slowly walked towards the fighting platform in front of everyone's attention. His pupils were shining with eagerness.
This moment has finally arrived.
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"Tianci Sect? What sect?"
"I have never heard of it. I basically know all the famous second-rate sects, but I have never heard of the Tianci Sect."
"No need to guess. Tianci Sect is a third-rate sect, a rubbish among rubbish. It is said that it was glorious hundreds of years ago."
There was a lot of discussion in the audience, and some insiders briefly explained the history of this sect.
In the center of the VIP table, Duan Xuehan's palm moved slightly.
Although there was no chance of winning, seeing such a passionate disciple of Tianci Sect, his mind still fluctuated slightly.
"Don't worry and fight. There are still two ancestors of the Tianci Sect who are still alive... As long as you can breathe, I will definitely make you alive."
Duan Xuehan slowly exhaled.
This is the confidence of a top alchemist like him.
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On the battle platform, the robes of the disciples of Fengxuanchi swayed, and nine-colored neon lights superimposed on each other, illuminating the battle platform in a dazzling way.
Wow!
The whole place was boiling.
The nine-colored glow is the highest-level robe, and only the nine major sects have such strength to wear it.
Amidst waves of shouts and boos, the battle has not even begun yet, and the disciples on the list have already been trampled under their feet, with no chance to raise their heads.
This is the power of class. Although it is invisible and colorless, it can make you despair quietly. The nine-colored glow cannot be bought with money. Where can you get it from a second-rate sect?
"Nine-colored glow? It's simply embarrassing!"
About to step onto the fighting stage, Ning Tianjiang's feet suddenly stopped.
Amidst the boos and boos from thousands of spectators, the corner of his mouth moved slightly.
"You people think that you are standing in the clouds and are always aloof, but in fact you are just a bunch of pitiful toads!"
A sneer fell, and the whole place fell silent.
quiet!
Silent silence.
boom!
A layer of extremely bright rays of light instantly enveloped the entire battle platform, like a pitch-black flame burning blazingly.
First floor, second floor... fifth floor... eighth floor, ninth floor...
Ten floors!
When the tenth ray of light rose into the sky, the entire stand was as silent as cicadas.
Perfect true color light.
This is a robe that only a prince is qualified to wear. Only the Imperial Court Spirit Sewing Master can make it. Not even the nine major sects have ever obtained it.
At this moment, the nine-colored glow of Fengxuan Pond was eclipsed, like a dim starlight next to the bright moon, humble and insignificant.
"Ah...this!"
On the bleachers of the Blood Refining Camp, Huang Lingling's delicate body moved slightly, and her flawless profile trembled for a while.
Shiquan Zhencaiguang, isn’t this a spiritual robe that only senior fellow apprentices can sew?
Senior brother?
well!
Huang Lingling's pupils suddenly brightened, and then dimmed.
The disciple on the stage is not Zhao Chu at all.
Not far from the Blood Refining Barracks, Feng Haoyan, who was sitting cross-legged in the corner of the Wanjian Sect, had a flash of eyes, as if there was a green will-o'-the-wisp burning, and with his whole body bandaged, he looked eerie and strange.
"Huang Lingling, it's useless no matter how you try to stop me. After the Qianzong Potential Battle, you and I will definitely fulfill our engagement... Zhao Chu, you have disappeared recently. You must be dead. What a pity. I really want to take revenge myself.
I'll cut you into pieces."
Feng Haoyan's bones burst.
Today Zhao Chu came here, changed his clothes, and went to bed immediately after arriving, so Feng Haoyan didn't notice.
Amid countless stunned looks, Ning Tianjiang slowly stood in front of the Fengxuanchi disciples.
"Hmph, do you think that a mere robe can make you arrogant and domineering?"
The disciples of Fengxuan Pond's spiritual sea shook, and the power of the fifth level of Qi refining rolled into flames, causing a wave of heat to sweep across the entire battlefield.
Regarding the spiritual robe, he originally wanted to show off, but who knew that after losing someone, he had to take care of this weak opponent.
"You'd better get out of here by yourself, my target is not you!"
Ningtianjiang's black robes were fluttering, and when he said a word, he was as calm as buying vegetables on the street.
"What a crazy person!"
"Are you tired of living?"
"You actually let the No. 10 on the ranking list go down by yourself. Is this a fool?"
The crowd was in an uproar again, Ning Tianjiang was like a dark and shiny idiot.
"You're looking for death!"
At this moment, the Feng Xuanchi disciple's face turned cold and he was completely ignited. The anger in his chest burned for three days and three nights and was difficult to extinguish.
Such a shame and humiliation, only blood can wash away it!
Whoosh!
The sword came out like a dragon. Feng Xuanchi was already good at his body skills. In the blink of an eye, this disciple was already behind Ning Tianjiang, as fast as a ghost. The sword was as cunning as a poisonous snake, slashing towards him in a weird arc.
Ningtianjiang back.
Seeing that blood was about to splatter on the spot, Ning Tianjiang actually stood still and did not even blink, let alone fight back.
"Be careful...well, there's actually nothing to be careful about!"
In the stands, Fang Sanwan's heart skipped a beat. He was a little nervous for a moment, but then relaxed again.
With Ning Tianjiang's strength, how could he be attacked by something like this?
"It's over, it turned out to be a farce!"
"That's right, I thought that the young man wearing the perfect true color light could be so powerful, but he turned out to be a loser who made a fortune from nowhere."
Everyone shook their heads in disappointment.
As expected, it was a one-sided battle with no enjoyment at all.
Duan Xuehan also frowned for a while. He even felt a little excited when the Shiquan True Color Light shined just now.
It's a pity that the difference in strength is too big.
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"Die, you two second-rate sects of rubbish are all vulnerable."
The Fengxuanchi disciple smiled ferociously, and the sword blade had almost cut into the opponent's skin. He tried his best with this sword, and it was impossible to resist it with ordinary robes. After all, he was also a member of the Glory Outer Sect who had participated in the catastrophe of Wuhui City, and his actual combat ability was much higher.
Beyond the average person.
Ranked tenth on the Earth Ranking, looking at the entire Qinggu Kingdom, he is one of the top people.
"Is this your strength?"
Just as he was about to cut through the vital point, the smile of the disciple of Feng Xuanchi was permanently fixed on his face.
An indifferent voice unexpectedly sounded behind him, close to his ears, like the ghostly sound of death, so close.
Cold, ruthless, without a trace of fluctuation.
Buzz!
At this time, his sword finally penetrated Ning Tianjiang's body.
Unfortunately, the expected scene of skin and flesh being torn apart did not appear. The figure dispersed with the wind...it was an afterimage.
Boom!
At the same time, behind him, there was a deafening loud noise.
The ground was shaken by a punch, and Ning Tianjiang casually broke off a boulder as high as a person from the ground, and then raised it high.
"Do you know what martial arts is?"
The Fengxuanchi disciple turned around in shock, only to see Ning Tianjiang flick his finger, and the huge boulder was pressing down on his head.
Click!
In an instant, the ground cracked under the Feng Xuanchi disciple's feet, and his knees suddenly spurted out two sprays of blood. They shattered... click... like a mountain pressing down on his shoulders. He instantly collapsed and fell to his knees.
Fall to the ground.
"I forgot to tell you, I am also... a generation of 40,000 demons. Your arrogance is meaningless."
Slowly walking over, Ning Tianjiang lightly stepped on the Fengxuanchi disciple, as if chatting calmly.
"[Heavy Sword without Edge]... This is a secret that our Wanjian Sect never teaches. How could he learn it? And judging from the heat, he is obviously more skillful than the disciples of the inner sect!"
On the stand, Elder Wan Jianzong's heart skipped a beat and he stood up suddenly.
That boulder that is as tall as a person is just a blunt sword...the heavy sword has no edge, and can suppress the force of ten thousand, crushing the enemy to pieces. The sword's energy is unique.