Chen Zong walked out of the small courtyard. After refining his inner strength and choosing suitable martial arts, he stayed in the small courtyard for more than ten days to practice. Even for meals, a large amount of dry food was prepared.
The sun is shining brightly, and the formal disciples are walking out of the small courtyard one after another. Today is the day of the Rising Star Competition. Almost all the formal disciples will be present, and some of the palace disciples will also come to watch.
The place where the Rising Star Tournament is held is in the Sword Martial Arena.
Official disciples walked into the Sword and Martial Arena one after another from the entrance. This was the first time Chen Zong saw them, and he felt shocked.
The sword fighting arena is like a circular valley, surrounded by tall, layer-by-layer large staircases where you can stand and sit. There are ten floors. Each floor can accommodate at least hundreds of people comfortably. All real swordsmen learn
Everyone from the palace came over, but they were not satisfied.
The lower part in the middle is very flat, almost two hundred meters in diameter, and in the center is a circular ring with a diameter of one hundred meters and a height of two meters.
"Junior Brother Chen, I haven't seen you for more than ten days." A familiar voice sounded from behind, it was He Tielin.
"Senior Brother He, I have been practicing recently." Chen Zong responded with a smile.
However, He Tielin couldn't tell whether Chen Zong's cultivation had reached the Jin-training realm. A flawless body was not only useful in the Qi-blood realm, but was also useful in the Jin-training realm. However, if Chen Zong used his inner energy, he would have good breath.
Come out, this is incomparable to the Qi and Blood realm.
"He Tielin, is this the new disciple you are optimistic about?" A person walked next to him and said, while glancing at Chen Zong, and immediately looked disapproving: "I think he is not as good as Jiang Bailiu and Huo Yihong."
Chen Zong didn't feel anything, but He Tielin frowned: "Qikang, who I like has nothing to do with you. Besides, how do you know that he is not as good as Jiang Bailiu and Huo Yihong."
"Otherwise, let's make a bet." The thin Qi Kang smiled coldly, full of provocation.
"Why should I bet with you?" He Tielin said coldly. The other party was irritating him, but it was obvious that he was not irritated.
"He Tielin, I guess you don't dare to bet with me, a coward like you." Qi Kang opened his mouth to sarcastically, and Chen Zong immediately saw He Tielin's face changed drastically, turning green, and his eyes shone with a terrifying light.
, like an angry monster.
"Qikang, if you want to bet, bet big." He Tielin glared at Qikang, his tone was extremely cold, word for word.
Chen Zong had known He Tielin for a short period of time. He had never seen He Tielin show such an expression before, and he immediately understood that what Qi Kang said must have a profound meaning, which offended He Tielin and made He Tielin lose his mind in anger.
"Okay, let's make a big bet." Qikang's little eyes narrowed, shining brightly on Chen Zong: "Let's bet on what he will eventually achieve in the Rising Stars Competition with Jiang Bailiu or Huo Yihong.
Ranking level, as long as he is higher than either Jiang Bailiu or Huo Yihong, I will lose, otherwise I will win."
"The bet is five hundred swordsmen." Qikang sneered.
"Five hundred sword medals!" He Tielin suddenly woke up. The sword medals he got in one month of managing the Yitang Hall were only fifty points. Five hundred, it would take ten months. What's more, everyone only had 50 sword medals.
It can be managed for a month, but not for a long time.
The total number of swordsmanship points accumulated in the three years since I entered the True Sword Academy is only over a thousand. After deducting what is left for training, it is only a little over five hundred.
What can five hundred swordsmen do? It can be exchanged for a prefecture-level mid-level skill or martial arts.
If you lose, you will really become a pauper.
But the words have been spoken, and it is impossible to take them back, so I can only bite the bullet and agree.
"Be prepared for five hundred sword medals. Don't be unable to show it when the time comes and become a laughing stock." Qi Kang sneered, passing by Chen Zong: "Don't even fail the test, then the defeat will be too ugly."
"Test?" Chen Zong was puzzled.
"Junior brother Chen, it's up to you." He Tielin looked at Chen Zong and said in a solemn tone, and then smiled bitterly: "Hey, I got carried away and was so irritated that I lost my mind."
Jiang Bailiu and Huo Yihong have already broken through to the Jinjin Realm before, and their talents are extraordinary. After practicing during this period, their strength must be extraordinary. As for Chen Zong, although it is impossible to tell whether the opponent has reached the Jinjin Realm, but
He Tielin felt from the bottom of his heart that he was not as good as Jiang Bailiu or Huo Yihong, and it was very difficult to compare with them.
"Senior Brother He, don't worry, I will try my best." Chen Zong said. In the final analysis, he was implicated, but in any case, He Tielin had been pretty good to him before, and it was okay to help him. However, Jiang Bailiu and Huo
I don't know what the strength of Yihong and the two are, so I can only do my best.
"Junior Brother Chen, if your final ranking can surpass either Jiang Bailiu or Huo Yihong, we will split the 500 sword medals from the bet 50 to 50 times." He Tielin said immediately. Although he didn't think he could win, he still had a chance.
It's a hope, not to mention that if Chen Zong can get two hundred and fifty swordsmanship, he will work harder.
Naturally, Chen Zong would not refuse such a good thing that could lead to a win-win situation.
"I thought you were hiding and didn't dare to come out." When Yang Jingzhi saw Chen Zong, his face was stern and his tone was cold.
"You are not qualified yet." Chen Zong responded unhurriedly.
"Soon you will know the consequences." Yang Jing pointed out.
He Tielin looked at Chen Zong dumbfounded.
"Junior Brother Chen, how could you provoke him?" He Tielin couldn't help but ask after Yang Jingzhi left.
"It's not that I provoked him, but that he treated me like a fat sheep and killed me." Chen Zong responded simply.
"You know he is from the Liu Clan, right?" He Tielin said: "The Liu Clan is one of the three major forces among the official disciples. It has many masters and acts domineeringly. If you offend them, you will often suffer misfortune. Fortunately, the academy has the rules of the academy.
Otherwise I will have to stay far away from you."
It sounded like a joke, but it was true. It also made Chen Zong understand He Tielin's temperament better. He might be able to make friends with such a person, but he could never become a close friend, only an ordinary friend.
Among the formal disciples, there are as many as a dozen forces, but only three are truly powerful, namely Liumen, Ningmen, and Momen. The masters of these three major forces are all one of the Seven Swords Stars.
It is said that these three sects are also related to Zhengong disciples.
Soon, all the disciples arrived. The disciples who were going to participate in the Rising Star Competition stood under the circular ring, while the disciples who were not participating jumped up to the large stairs around to watch.
"Move the force-measuring pillars." As the elder finished speaking, five disciples quickly jumped onto the ring carrying five pillars and lined up in a row.
The force-measuring column has a circular base with a diameter of half a meter, which is very stable. The whole column is white and is as thick as a thigh at a height of 2.5 meters. It is intact from the base to a height of 1.5 meters, but it is more swollen around the 1.5-meter height.
The circle looks very tough, ranging from a height of 1.5 meters to a height of 2.5 meters. There is a transparent line one finger wide in the middle, with scales on the side.
The scale is from bottom to top, from one to one hundred.
"This is a force measuring pillar, specially used to test attack power." The elder pointed at the five peculiar white pillars and said: "I know that some warriors are good at offense, some are good at defense, and some are good at dodge, but as a practitioner
For sword warriors, attack power is the first factor that determines their strength. Without enough attack power, how can one become a powerful sword warrior and how can one become a swordsman."
What he said makes sense. The sword is originally a symbol of attack. If the attack power is not enough, how can you practice sword practice?
"The scale on the force measuring column is one hundred. One to thirty corresponds to the first turn of the Jin Jin Realm. Thirty-one to sixty corresponds to the second turn of the Jin Jin Realm. Sixty-one to ninety corresponds to the third turn of the Jin Jin Realm."
"The Rising Star Competition has two parts. The first part is to hit the force measuring column. Those who fail to hit the force measuring column at fifteen will be eliminated. Everyone will have three chances, and the maximum value will be taken."
"Testing begins."
As the elder finished speaking, the disciples who wanted to participate in the Rising Star Competition were divided into five columns and tested one by one.
"Excuse me, elder, can you use sword skills?" The first disciple to be tested was smarter and asked quickly.
"Yes." The elder responded.
After receiving the response, each of them immediately waved their ceremonial swords and displayed their sword skills.
The sword light flashed, and each of them tried their best to kill, hitting the force measuring area of the force measuring column. With a bang, Chen Zong clearly saw that the force measuring area was under the sword, and it was dented inside. Immediately, there was a red streak coming from it.
It jumped up and rushed into the scale area.
On the scale area, the three scale numbers of thirty, sixty, and ninety are all bronze-colored, with very clear fonts. The scales of ten, twenty, forty, fifty, seventy, and eighty are all black iron-colored, with fonts very clear.
The circle is relatively small, but it is also very clear. As for the nine styles one to one hundred, each one is golden and more eye-catching.
"Why is it only nine? It's impossible."
"Haha, I reached fifteen."
Some people were happy and some were unhappy. Those who were less than ten had two chances to make a move. When they tried again, some reached ten, while others did not and were directly eliminated. It was indescribably depressing.
Of the five people in the first batch of tests, only two passed and three were eliminated. Those who had not yet tested immediately had to correct their mentality. Originally they thought this was not difficult, but now it seems that it is not easy. If they don’t pay enough attention to it,
And if you are eliminated, you will definitely be depressed to death.
Chen Zong took advantage of the moment when a new batch of people were rotated for testing, and his eyes quickly scanned the surroundings. His eyes suddenly stopped because he saw a somewhat familiar figure.
Wearing a silver-white sword robe, he had an indifferent expression on his face, and his eyes were indifferent yet sharp.
Silver Sword Star!
Before, Chen Zong didn't understand the meaning of the Silver Sword Star at all, but now he knows that it is one of the Seven Sword Stars of the True Sword Academy and one of the seven most powerful among the official disciples.
At the top, you are the Zhengong disciple. Only those who have reached the fourth level of Jinjin Realm are qualified to become Zhengong disciples.
There was no one around the Silver Sword Star, like an absolute area. The same scene was seen by Chen Zong on several other people when he scanned it. From this, it can be judged that those people are also one of the Seven Sword Stars.
"So strong, he actually hit the 18 mark."
"That one is not weak at all, it actually scored seventeen points."
There have been several batches of tests so far, and the most they can produce is sixteen scales, so those who can produce eighteen and seventeen scales immediately attract attention.
"Twenty minutes, who is that?"
As more and more people are tested, some stronger ones gradually appear.