70, if you are strong, you must bear the cause and effect of the weak
The sect's gathering place is located halfway up the mountain behind the mountain gate of Jiuxuanjianmen.
A wide bluestone square with a radius of three hundred feet, blue light flashing around it, was actually equipped with formation protection.
This halo is somewhat similar to the golden light shrouding the outside of the sword pavilion, but it is much dimmer.
Nine Xuan Sword disciples are stationed around Qingshi Square to fully ensure the safety of the venue.
Han Muye went to the entrance of the venue and saw it was crowded with practitioners wearing all kinds of clothes.
Most of these practitioners are young, but they all have a rather solemn aura about them.
After all, he is an elite member of more than eighty factions, and his cultivation level is not bad.
At this time, everyone in the audience looked at the three-foot-high and five-foot-wide stone platform in the center of the square with different expressions.
On the stone platform, two figures were dancing around, flying like flowers.
"Brother, please come with me." At the door, a Sanshizhai disciple who had been waiting early led Han Muye through the crowd and onto a stage with seats lined up.
In the middle position on the stage is Tuo Bacheng, the master of Sanshizhai and the elder of Jiuxuan Sword Sect.
Next to him is Zhao Pu, a tall, bald man with an indifferent face.
Below Tuoba Cheng and Zhao Pu, there are several practitioners who look like they are not members of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect. It seems that these are strong men from various sects.
Zhao Pu turned his head, nodded towards Han Muye, and then whispered a few words to Tuoba Cheng beside him.
Tuoba Cheng's expression changed, his eyebrows raised, and he looked at Han Muye.
Han Muye hurriedly held up his hands, bowed to Tuoba Cheng, and whispered: "I have met Master Tuoba."
Tuoba Cheng nodded and returned his gaze to the competition venue.
"If you can understand the White Tiger Scroll, you are no longer an outsider in my Sanshizhai. Sit down." Zhao Pu pointed to the big chair next to him.
"Sit here and you can see clearly."
Indeed, Han Muye could see clearly when he sat on the big chair to watch the fight.
"This is an arrangement for the disciples of each sect to gather to participate in the competition."
"I ordered people overnight to readjust the order of the matches."
Zhao Pu placed a thick stack of books in front of Han Muye and whispered: "Then Lu Qingping and Lin Yuxia will not meet the true elites of each sect in the first ten games."
Han Muye raised his head and glanced at him. Lin Shen didn't tell Zhao Pu last night that his sister was also attending the sect's competition party.
Zhao Pu chuckled and said, "Junior Brother Lin didn't mention it to me, so I have to be concerned about this matter, right?"
Han Muye nodded.
I didn't realize it, but Zhao Pu is quite thoughtful.
Looking down at the book in front of him, Han Muye discovered that the records in this book were much more detailed than what Bai Suzhen heard yesterday.
The strength of each sect, the elite ranking, cultivation level, and skills of its disciples are all recorded.
According to the ranking of the matches in this book, Lu Qingping and Lin Yuxia can easily be recommended to enter the top ten in each group.
As for the subsequent battles, it depends on the actual level.
Closing the book, Han Muye sighed softly.
Sure enough, official cheating is the most deadly.
With Zhao Pu's arrangements, he didn't need to do anything to help Lu Qingping and Lin Yuxia.
"What, there's something wrong with this sorting?" Zhao Pu turned to look at him.
Han Muye shook his head, looked at the figure fighting with all his strength on the high platform in front of him, and whispered: "I just feel that by doing this, I will interfere with the cause and effect of outsiders and cut off other people's opportunities."
Winning one more battle, various rewards, and insights gained during the battle are all opportunities and will be of great help to future practice.
"Hmph, if you are a strong person, you must bear the consequences of the weak." Tuoba Cheng's voice suddenly sounded.
"If you don't have this bit of courage, why practice? Go down the mountain as soon as possible."
Han Muye opened his mouth, then nodded.
What Tuo Bacheng said is the ultimate principle in the world of spiritual practice.
In fact, when Tuoba Cheng said this, he was speaking euphemistically.
It should be that in the eyes of the strong, everything of the weak can be controlled at will.
This is the world of spiritual practice.
The weak eat the strong.
Looking towards the high platform, Han Muye's eyes gained a hint of depth.
Zhao Pu glanced at him, a hint of complexity flashed across his face.
Master really values Brother Han...
"Shao Lingsheng of Wuyang Sword Sect."
There was a sound coming from the high platform. A slender girl holding a long sword stood on the platform and raised her hands to the surroundings.
The person fighting her was already lying on the ground.
Among the practitioners sitting in the row in front of Han Muye and the others, someone made a few comments, which were generally meant to encourage them, as well as some comments on the female cultivators' swordsmanship.
To Han Muye, it sounded like general talk and empty words.
After the comments were finished, the female cultivator bowed and jumped down like a butterfly.
This move immediately attracted loud cheers from countless male disciples around him.
"How deep is the Fuling Dao Sect? How far is Miao from the Suyang Sect?"
The Sanshizhai disciples who were presiding over the competition on the high platform shouted loudly, and two figures rushed onto the stage.
Suyang sect?
Han Muye took another look at the thin young man.
These two sects are both sects that are good at magic. The fight between the two disciples was like playing with fireworks.
The high platform is filled with flames and water and fire, which is really beautiful.
Han Muye stared at the two people on the high platform, and the pictures kept flowing in his mind.
Understand the water archery of Suyang School.
Comprehend the Spiritual Taoist Gate and the Fire Dragon Palm.
In my mind, there was a faint spiritual energy flowing around the two figures, and then they turned into water arrows and collided with fire dragons.
This is the magic.
After realizing this, Han Mu had some clarity in his ambition.
No wonder among the low-level practitioners in the spiritual world, the strength of sword cultivators far exceeds those of Taoist practitioners.
It's not unreasonable to break magic with one sword.
Spell cultivation seems to be a powerful method with great power, but it consumes spiritual energy and is slow to perform. You also need to be extremely proficient in the spell you are practicing in order to perform it smoothly in battle.
As for the two people on the high platform, although their cultivation is already at the Qi Condensation stage, they still make nervous mistakes and get interrupted when performing spells.
As long as a sword cultivator gets close, he can completely suppress the cultivator's technique.
On the contrary, when one reaches a higher level of cultivation and achieves the same goal through different paths, then the combat power of sword cultivator and martial arts cultivator will be balanced.
One sword can defeat all kinds of magic, one technique can suppress all kinds of swords.
"boom--"
On the high platform, flames exploded, and the disciples of Suyang Sect were directly blown out of the sky and passed out.
"How deep is the spiritual path, the better?"
A voice sounded from the high platform.
Han Muye turned to look at Zhao Pu.
The fate of the disciples of the Suyang Sect has been arranged before this fight.
Someone from the front made a comment, and then the next game started.
Each battle lasts only a short time, and the outcome is decided in the blink of an eye.
Han Muye watched with great interest, and from time to time he understood a set of sword skills or spells.
Although they are all low-level things, he is not picky.
"Who wins this round?"
Suddenly, Tuoba Cheng, who had been silent all this time, spoke.
His voice was loud, and the masters from various sects sitting in front of him all turned their heads and looked at the high platform.
On the high platform, two sword cultivators were staggered and had just fought three to five moves.
Who wins?
Zhao Pu had a look of confusion on his face.
He opened the book in his hand and looked at the names of the two people competing. He was even more confused.
The cultivation base of these two people and the strength of the sects behind them are similar. At this time, the fight is evenly matched. How to judge the winner?
"Master, I can't tell. Maybe I can tell after a few moves." Zhao Pu said honestly.
Tuoba Cheng turned his head and looked at Han Muye.
Han Muye's expression remained unchanged and he said softly: "Zhou Wu of the Huo Ming Sect ranks sixth among the sects, and Xia Shengzi's sect of the Qingling Sword Sect ranks ninth."
"Zhou Wu cultivated the Swordsmanship Inscription Stone of the Huoming Sect's Zhen Sect, and Xia Shengzi cultivated the Qingling Sword Sect's Ling Bingyu Sword."
"With equal cultivation and similar understanding, Zhen Sect swordsmanship is certainly better than ordinary swordsmanship."
Turning to look at Tuoba Cheng, a look of confidence flashed across Han Muye's face: "This round, Zhou Wu wins."
"when--"
On the high platform, Zhou Wu cut off Xia Shengzi's sword with a long sword in his hand, and the long sword was pressed against the pale Xia Shengzi's chest.
In front, several practitioners turned back and their eyes fell on Han Muye's face.
Zhao Pu turned his head slightly and looked at Han Muye: "Brother Han, can these really be calculated?"
Han Muye shook his head and said calmly: "No, I just think that Zhou Wu's sword is very valuable."
"Don't forget what I do."
Sword watcher.
Zhao Pu muttered.
"What about this one?"
Tuoba Cheng's voice came up again.
Zhao Pu opened his mouth.
In this case, the contestants have not yet stood firm on the stage. How to judge?
He unconsciously turned to look at Han Muye.
Han Muye's eyes flashed brightly.
Is Tuoba Cheng testing himself in school?
interesting.
Looking at the two people on the stage who were about to draw their swords, Han Muye spoke calmly.