Chapter One Hundred and Thirty Outer Palace Competition
"Don't think about it. Those rewards are not prepared for us. It is more realistic to think about the 100,000 contribution points and 10,000 spiritual stones.
Someone poured cold water on them, but the two people before them did not refute, and just smiled awkwardly. They naturally knew that rewards such as the Earthly Spirit Pill and the Spirit Power Infusion were not prepared for them, but after thinking about it, it was still okay.
"The rules of the competition may not be clear to the new students who entered the government this year. The old man said it again. The disciples who drew the same number will fight in a group. The winner will advance and the loser will be eliminated. Until there are ten disciples left in the end, a points battle will be used.
Rankings are based on points. Of course, it is absolutely forbidden to kill in the game, otherwise your cultivation will be abolished and you will be expelled from the Ling Mansion. Do you understand?"
"Understood." The disciples replied loudly.
"Okay, let's start drawing lots now." Elder Mu stamped his foot, and countless light patterns lit up under the ground of the fighting battlefield. The entire fighting battlefield began to shake, the ground cracked, and the stands were divided into four parts and moved back.
Go, and then stopped after taking a few breaths. Ten arenas hundreds of meters in size rose up on the fighting battlefield, completely made of some kind of black metal, with mysterious formations engraved around them.
After the changes in the fighting battlefield were completed, Elder Mu raised his hand and dense bamboo sticks suddenly appeared in the sky, and the disciples immediately swept down from the stands.
However, before those disciples could enter the scene, a man in green came from a long way away. Each step he took covered a distance of hundreds of meters and arrived at the fighting battlefield in an instant. The man grabbed it casually and a bamboo stick flew into his hand.
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"Who is that person?" Han Yi saw the man in Tsing Yi coming, his terrifying speed was even faster than his own.
"That's Zhou Lingxu. He was ranked sixth in the first round of foreign affairs. He is very powerful. A year ago, his cultivation level was at the peak of the late Ling Sect. Now he is definitely one step closer to the Ling General level." said an old student next to Han Yi.
Han Yi turned his head and glanced at the old man, who smiled and introduced himself.
"My name is Zhou Yang, a disciple of Tianmen."
"Han Yi." Han Yi said.
"I know that there is no one in Tianmen who doesn't know you."
"Look over there, it's Mu Lingtong."
Han Yi looked over following the sound, and saw a petite figure flying over, her red dress fluttering. Mu Lingtong rose into the air with her feet and grabbed a bamboo stick.
"Mu Lingtong is ranked fifth in the university, and Zhou Lingxu is stronger. She practices a very special fire-attribute spiritual art, which is extremely powerful."
The crowd called out names from time to time, and Zhou Yang introduced them to Han Yi one by one. Each of those people was at the very top of the rankings, and their cultivation was at the peak of the late Ling Sect.
At this moment, three figures rushed into the battlefield at the same time. The dignified and calm Guan Le was dressed in white plain clothes, Liu Qianfeng's green robe was flying, holding a long sword, and Situ Feng was dressed in black clothes. He stepped out and appeared in the air instantly, waving his hand.
Take three bamboo sticks.
After dropping it, they handed it to Guan Le and Liu Qianfeng. After the three of them finished drawing lots, they retreated to a distance.
"It's time for us to draw lots." Han Yi said, Zhou Yang nodded, and the two of them swept down from the stands, rushed into the air, and each grabbed a bamboo stick.
Han Yi looked at the bamboo stick in his hand, and a number was engraved on it. At this moment, a powerful aura suddenly came from a distance, and many old and new students turned their heads to look at it with shock on their faces.
A young man wearing a golden robe stepped forward, and the ground began to shake with his steps. In less than a breath, the young man entered the fighting battlefield. He raised his hand and grasped it, and all the bamboo sticks solidified.
After a moment, a bamboo stick flew lightly into his hand.
"Li Huang, it's Li Huang." An old student saw the young man's appearance clearly and exclaimed.
"The Pavilion Master is back." The disciples of Peacock Pavilion cheered loudly and leaned behind Li Huang. Zheng Yi and Fang Yao also appeared in front of Li Huang and bowed.
Li Huang nodded and led a group of people towards Situ Feng.
"I haven't seen you for a year, and your power has become even more terrifying." Situ Feng said.
"Your aura is even more difficult to see through. The Emperor Jingshi Jue is known as the most mysterious and profound spiritual technique in the Lingfu. I wonder what realm you have understood now?" Li Huang smiled, "I'm looking forward to our meeting.
A battle between."
"I'm looking forward to it too." Situ Feng also smiled.
After saying that, Li Huang left with the people from Peacock Pavilion and sat down cross-legged in an empty place in the distance, closing his eyes and meditating.
"Li Huang, you are so strong." Han Yi murmured. Feeling the momentum just now, he understood the terrifying power of condensing force to break the law. With such momentum suppressed, the opponent would not have the courage to resist. Even if he could resist, he would not have the strength to resist.
I also went 70% to 80%.
"Yes, Li Huang is very strong, terrifyingly strong." Zhou Yang also looked at Li Huang, who was sitting cross-legged in the distance, but quickly turned his gaze away.
"There's something I want to tell you."
"What's up?"
"Cao Bin and Wang Su, they are dead."
Han Yi's expression froze for a moment, he turned to look into Zhou Yang's eyes and asked.
"How did they die?"
"It's Ye Zhiyuan. In order to save me, they sacrificed themselves." Zhou Yang looked sad and smiled self-deprecatingly, "I thought that becoming a disciple of the Ling Mansion would make me successful, but now it seems that I can't help but die.
It always comes so unexpectedly.”
"Peacock Pavilion." Anger rose in Han Yi's eyes, and he turned his gaze to the direction of the people in Peacock Pavilion in the distance. The murderous intention came out of his body and was almost uncontrollable. Zhou Yang suddenly felt chills all over his body, and the murderous intention emerged from Han Yi's body.
Make him feel terrible.
Li Huang, who had closed his eyes to rest, seemed to have sensed Han Yi's murderous intent. He suddenly opened his eyes and looked over. Han Yi looked at him without fear, but restrained his murderous intent little by little.
"Who is that person?" Li Huang asked Zheng Yi behind him.
Zheng Yi glanced at Han Yi with a gloomy expression.
"Reporting to the Pavilion Master, the new student's name is Han Yi, the direct disciple of the Palace Master."
"The Palace Master's direct disciple." Li Huang was startled and showed an interesting expression, "It's interesting. I didn't expect that the Palace Master would accept such a new student as his disciple. But looking at his eyes, he seemed to be interested in
We at Peacock Pavilion are a little dissatisfied."
"Well, I invited him to join before, but he was rejected."
"Just like this, it seems that it is not enough to make him behave like this." Zheng Yi was speechless, with cold sweat forming on his head.
"You found someone to target him."
"Pavilion Master, I..."
"Needless to say, I know what kind of person you are. At the end of this time, I am going to break through the Dragon Gate and enter the inner palace. From then on, you and Fang Yao will be in charge of the Peacock Pavilion in the outer palace. As for the position of the master of the pavilion, you can fight for it on your own.
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"yes."
"You should understand what I mean."
"Understood." Zheng Yi nodded. Since Li Huang didn't ask, it meant that he would not interfere in the grudges between himself and Han Yi. They had to resolve everything by themselves.
"Brother Han, long time no see." A young voice came from behind Han Yi, and he looked back.
"Brother Xuanyou." Han Yi turned around. Ji Xuanyou, who was dressed in black robes, was smiling, but he looked a little dusty, "You just came back from outside?"
"Well, after listening to Brother Han's words, Xuanyou also figured it out, so he went out to practice."
"What was the result?"
"It's a worthwhile trip." Ji Xuanyou smiled.
Although Ji Xuanyou's words seemed simple, Han Yi could imagine that Ji Xuanyou must be faced with many difficulties this time out. Life and death battles must be commonplace. Those who want him dead will never let him go easily.
"Congratulations."
"Where's Lu Li? Why didn't you see that guy show up?" Ji Xuanyou looked around and couldn't find Lu Li.
"I don't know, I just returned to Ling Mansion not long ago, and I have been checking the classics in the Tibetan Pavilion these past few days."
"Okay, now that the drawing of lots has been completed, the official start of the outer palace." Elder Mu said loudly, "Disciples who read out their numbers in a moment, please come on stage."
"Number."
"Number."
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The disciples who quickly drew the top ten numbers took the stage one after another. The elder in charge activated the formation, and a solid amber light curtain enveloped the entire arena.
"Exchange names and let's get started."
When the elder's voice fell, the ten disciples fought fiercely together through their names. Various spiritual lights rose up, and powerful attacks collided with each other, making a loud noise.
Han Yi watched the battle of those disciples with an expressionless face. To him, these ordinary disciples were not the ones he needed to pay attention to. Only the top ten old students were the truly terrifying existences.
Soon, a morning of fighting passed away, and in the afternoon, a fight really caught Han Yi's attention.
"Zhao Tian." Han Yi smiled as he looked at the young man on the stage who was dancing with his fingers and pinching out the seal. "The Tianmu Curse was taught by Elder Demu. I wonder how far he has improved now?"
"Ling Zongqi, admit defeat, you are no match for me." The old student across from him sensed Zhao Tian's cultivation and smiled disdainfully.
"Whether he is senior brother's opponent or not, Zhao Tian wants to give it a try." He made a seal and his spiritual power began to surge.
"Hmph, you are not overestimating your abilities. Let me show you how big the gap between us is." The old man stamped his foot and shot out. He waved his palm and the flames rose, and a huge flame palm print of tens of meters was taken.
Zhao Tian looked at the incoming flaming palm prints. The seals began to change rapidly, and countless slender spiritual threads flowed between his fingers.
"Linzijue, shield."
He pushed out the Seal Technique, and the green aura condensed into a ten-meter round shield in front of him. The flaming palm print suddenly hit it and exploded.
"Wood-attributed spiritual art, fire defeats wood, let me see how you can block it?" As soon as Lao Sheng finished speaking, the flame light in the distance dissipated, revealing the intact round shield. His pupils suddenly shrank, how could it be possible?
"Hmph, break it for me." One blow failed to break the wooden round shield. Lao Sheng frowned and stepped forward again. The surging spiritual power condensed in the palm of his hand, and then he slapped it fiercely.
Phew, a palm print a hundred meters in size suddenly aroused and fell like a giant palm holding up the sky.