After returning to the sect, Zhan Chen immediately went to the training hall and canceled the information that he had left the sect. This was considered as his return to the sect.
Back in the dormitory, Cao Shuang was already there, and there were three other new roommates in the dormitory. After Zhan Chen got to know them one by one, he walked out with Cao Shuang and came to a secluded place.
Zhan Chen asked: Brother Cao, how is your injury?
Cao Shuang smiled, patted his chest and shouted: Thank you brother for your concern. Look, everything is fine.
He suddenly discovered something and yelled: Brother Zhan Chen, why did your cultivation level become the twelfth level of martial arts?
Zhan Chen said vaguely: Thanks to your golden blood grass, I walked around Yefeng Ridge again, encountered some strange encounters, and made a breakthrough.
Cao Shuang looked at him as if he had seen a ghost and said: I have been to Yefeng Ridge so many times, but I have never encountered such a good thing. I can upgrade two levels in a row.
It's just a fluke, and I find it incredible. Zhan Chen didn't want to dwell on this issue anymore, and asked again: Brother Cao, you said nothing will happen if we kill Lin Zhong and Haizi, right?
Haha, don't worry, those two guys don't have much power behind them, and our sect has 30,000 outer disciples. Most of them are guys who earn little for the sect but pay a lot of fees. They consume a lot of resources of the sect in vain, but
But it doesn't help much to improve the overall strength of the sect.
Therefore, our sect leader only cares about the inner disciples and elite disciples, and does not care about our life or death. It is very likely that the outer disciples will die inexplicably. Anyway, after ten years, we can open the sect again and recruit people.
Zhan Chen nodded, finally understanding the affairs within the sect.
By the way, Zhan Chen, I haven't handed in the mission yet. You and I can go and hand in the mission together. Each of us can get 10,000 merit points, Cao Shuang said cheerfully.
Brother Cao, why don't you hand in the mission yourself, so you can get 20,000 merit points?
Because we are brothers, right? Brothers share blessings. Besides, it was you who saved my life. Cao Shuang said it very easily.
Zhan Chen felt that his eyes were a little wet. 10,000 merit points was a huge fortune for an ordinary outer disciple like Cao Shuang, but Cao Shuang gave it to himself without hesitation.
Is this a brother? This made him feel a warm feeling in his heart for the first time after losing his father, like old wine, intoxicating.
It's unnecessary to say too many pretentious words. Zhan Chen really needs merit points now.
So the two of them went to the training place together and handed over the demon pill, so that each of them got 10,000 merit points.
Touching his own merit badge, Zhan Chen couldn't help but smile. The next step was to participate in the martial arts competition and win the martial arts token.
So he asked Cao Shuang next to him: Brother Cao, do you know about the martial arts competition?
I know, why do you want to participate?
Um.
Brother Zhan Chen, I advise you to take it slow, consolidate your cultivation and practice swordsmanship more before you go.
What's the matter? Are there many masters in the martial arts competition?
Yes, you have to think about it, there are only ten tokens, but there are 30,000 people fighting for it. Those who can participate in the competition are all well prepared, and many of them have martial arts skills.
Zhan Chen could imagine how difficult the martial arts competition would be. It would be really difficult for newcomers with no foundation to compete, but he had no time to wait.
Brother Cao, thank you for your advice, but I still decided to give it a try.
Cao Shuang smiled helplessly and said: Go ahead and give it a try. Anyway, when I first entered the outer gate, I was as motivated as you and thought I could do it. But after I went there a few times, I realized how naive my thoughts were.
It’s not that you’re covered in bruises and have nothing to gain.
Zhan Chen said nothing. He had secrets that he couldn't tell others. He must participate in this martial arts competition and win a token.
A week later, the monthly outer sect martial arts competition was held on Qingyun Peak. Early that morning, many disciples who were interested in participating in the martial arts competition gathered in the martial arts arena. At a glance, there were as many as a thousand people.
This was a bit unexpected by Zhan Chen. Originally, he had imagined that there would be more people participating in the competition, but after thinking about it, he seemed to understand something.
I'm afraid most people are like Cao Shuang. They have hit a wall several times and have become disheartened since then, or they feel that they are not strong enough and are still preparing.
At this time, he saw a big red sign on the sidelines. Many people gathered under the red sign, and he couldn't help but walk over to take a look.
It turns out that what was recorded on the red list was the reward rules of the martial arts competition and the top ten lists of the previous martial arts competitions.
Martial arts competition rewards: Only the top three will be rewarded with merit points, first place, 50,000 merit points; second place, 30,000 merit points; third place, 10,000 merit points; each of the top ten will receive a bronze martial arts token.
One piece will give you the qualification to enter the Martial Arts Pavilion and redeem exercises.
The rules of the martial arts competition: an elimination system is adopted, and 40 games are held together until the final top ten are determined and participate in the final qualifying match.
Seeing this, Zhan Chen suddenly heard someone talking around him: It's Li Qun again, why does he get first place every time? Isn't it useful for such a person to become a martial artist quickly and enter the inner gate to show off his prestige in our outer gate?
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But no, I got a spot for nothing. Otherwise, I might have been in the top ten last time.
Only then did Zhan Chen observe carefully and found that indeed in the past nine months, this Li Qun had come out on top every time. He thought to himself: It seems that this Li Qun is the biggest obstacle for me to win the first place. I must defeat him.
Get 50,000 merit points
At this time, I saw a figure coming up the stairs, leaving a series of phantoms on the mountain road, making it difficult for people to see his trajectory. Wherever he passed, others moved far away to leave a avenue for him.
.The green shadow walked to the center of the arena and stood up straight.
Only then did Zhan Chen see clearly that the person coming was a handsome middle-aged man.
This is Dou Wu Dean, Old Tang Chuan Wu Zun, a high-ranking strong man. Some people couldn’t help shouting
Is this the figure of a powerful martial artist? Zhan Chen also had a look of envy in his eyes.
Tang Chuan swept away everyone and said: I will host this outer sect martial arts competition. It is still the old rule. Up to the point, everyone is a fellow disciple. But we must try our best within a reasonable range. I would rather see you.
With the potential in his body, our sect only welcomes geniuses. Next, he started to register. After saying this, he sat down to the side.
The contestants gathered in an orderly manner at the registration office on one side and took their numbers. It was Zhan Chen's turn, and the senior brother who registered gave him a token with the number 203 written on it.
After a while, the registration work was over. A senior brother ran to report to Tang Chuan. He stood up and said: There are a total of 1201 people participating this time, divided into 40 games, with an average of 30 people per game, so 1 to 30
Those with numbers from 31 to 60 will go to the first arena, and so on.
Only the last person fighting in each arena will be eligible to participate in the following martial arts competition. Please go to the corresponding arena to prepare immediately. The competition will officially start in 15 minutes.
Next, the 40 inner sect brothers and sisters walked to the center of each arena. They will act as referees for each arena. Their purpose is to stop the game and declare the winner when a crisis situation involving heavy casualties is about to occur.
Zhan Chen was No. 203, so he came to the seventh field. Looking at the 30 opponents standing on the edge of the field, he felt a surge of pride in his heart. Let me start writing my outer sect legend from here.
After 15 minutes, the game started. Pairs of contestants came on stage, fighting with all their strength, as if they were in a real life-and-death duel, and the referee had to stop them frequently.
Zhan Chen made a comparative analysis outside the field and felt that his combat ability, apart from the Eye of the Tao, could only be ranked at a medium level because he did not know any other martial arts except the Thunder Collapsing Sword Technique.
The battle went very quickly, and it was Zhan Chen's turn soon. He took a deep breath and walked into the center of the arena.
At the same time, his opponent No. 204 also walked up. He was a young man with a short haircut. He made a sword salute to Zhan Chen and said: My name is Wang Kun.
I asked Zhan Chen and Zhan Chen took out the Bailian Sword and gave him a sword salute in return.
Game start
Following the referee's order, both of them galloped towards each other. At this moment, Wang Kun's long sword was flying in his hand, with a heavy momentum as he slashed and slashed, and he immediately used the low-level Huang-level martial arts such as the Yue Sword Technique.
After Zhan Chen fought with him for a few swords, he felt a numbness in his arms and was secretly surprised: his martial arts skills are really extraordinary. He and I have the same strength of 1,200 kilograms, but the consumption is different. If we continue to fight like this, we will definitely lose.
Thinking of this, Zhan Chen no longer persisted, but gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, using the Eye of Debut.
Just as Wang Kun was playing more and more smoothly, he suddenly saw Zhan Chen blinking his eyes, thinking it was a rare opportunity, and he couldn't help but feel happy, and the sword he cut down sped up a little faster.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, Zhan Chen, as if with divine help, took a step back slightly and avoided the sword struck by Wang Kun.
But Wang Kun felt like he was vomiting blood because he struck the air with his sword.
Zhan Chen's eyes shot out a ray of light. He saw this opportunity and put a sword on his throat with his backhand, saying: Wang Kun, you are defeated.
Until this moment, Wang Kun was still a little dazed and a little unwilling. This battle was really strange. He had the upper hand at first, but in the end, his success fell short.
At this moment, No. 203 won, the referee also announced loudly.
Awakened by Wang Kun, who was still immersed in failure, he had to put away his sword and walk down lonely.
Zhan Chen looked at his leaving back, but he couldn't be happy at all. In this fair competition, it felt really uncomfortable to win by cheating. He even began to despise himself, but he had to use any means to get powerful revenge.
No matter what
As he thought about it, his nails dug deeply into his fleshy palms.