When the disciples heard this, they were all stunned.
Is it possible that in the future there is no need to compete and you can just look at the rankings on the combat power list to know who is stronger and who is weaker?
In that case, what's the point?
With this doubt in mind, nearly 10,000 disciples raised their heads and looked at the huge golden list suspended above Piaomiao Peak.
"Is there a new list?"
Gong Qingqiu and other elders also stopped and watched.
The combat power list is huge.
It is a list refined by Ye Feng. It is a low-grade spiritual treasure. When unfolded, it is ten meters wide and hangs down to a length of thirty meters. The whole body is golden, like a sun.
There are many complicated runes on its surface, which look quite exquisite.
From top to bottom, one hundred names are written in purple ink.
"No. 1 on the combat power list, Mo Ying!"
"Second in the combat power list, Huo Yunjie!"
"Third in the combat power list, Liang Wanfen!"
"Combat strength list..."
Everyone looked at the combat strength list and read out the names of the Piaomiao Sect's disciples on the list from top to bottom.
"Junior sister Mo is still number one, she is so strong!" After Li Jiaojiao saw the name of the first place, she took the lead in congratulating Mo Ying beside her without any doubt in her eyes.
Mo Ying is very strong.
This is obvious to all the old disciples.
"As expected, you are still number one." Huo Yunjie looked at the combat power list, sighed, and then glanced at Mo Ying not far away.
"It's just temporary." Mo Ying was not proud.
Ye Feng stood on Piao Miao Peak, with his hands behind his back, and said: "The combat power list can be changed at any time. Once someone's strength increases, the ranking on the combat power list will change."
"Whether the combat power list is authoritative or not, it's up to you to test it yourself."
Ye Feng added.
After that, he returned to the main hall.
"I am only fifteenth...impossible, right? I am the number one young person in the Eighteen Ancient Clan, but in the sect, I am ranked tenth?"
Han Yonghui looked at the combat strength list and was surprised.
He never thought he could be first.
Of course, he hoped so.
But I didn't expect that not only was I not first, nor was I among the top three, I couldn't even make it into the top ten.
"Fifteenth...do you look down on me?"
Han Yonghui was very unwilling. He looked at the fourteenth place on the combat power list and fixed his eyes on the name "Shi Lei".
"First-generation senior brother?"
Han Yonghui's eyes narrowed, and then he raised his head and looked at Shi Lei, who was standing on the edge of the Piaomiao Peak.
During the time he joined the sect, he often saw Shi Lei and had a lot of affection for this honest and honest elder brother.
Shi Lei is a generous and honest person, and treats others gently. If the disciples of the sect have any difficulties, he will lend a helping hand as soon as possible. He has a good reputation in the sect.
"Elder brother is above me, I admit it."
Han Yonghui said secretly.
He continued to look up, and the person ranked thirteenth was Jia Yulan.
"Jia Yulan... a first-generation senior sister, is said to be the eldest daughter of the Jia family, a wealthy family in Baifu City. However, there are not many achievements related to her, so there is no way to judge how strong this person is."
Han Yonghui continued to look up.
"The twelfth ranked disciple is Li Qiankun, the second-generation disciple... I am very unfamiliar with this person. Does he have any abilities?"
Han Yonghui was puzzled.
He decided to challenge Li Qiankun.
The top of Piaomiao Peak.
Long Tianxing looked at the list and said with a smile:
"Haha, I am fourth! Jiaxi is fifth, Liang Wanrou is sixth, Liang Wanyu is seventh, Zi Ling is eighth, Ping An is ninth, nanny Ruyu is tenth, Senior Sister Jiaojiao is eleventh, Li Qiankun is twelfth, and Yu Lan
Thirteen, senior brother and fourteen are all good!"
"I am actually above Senior Brother, is it impossible?" Li Qiankun looked at the combat power list and his eyes widened.
Shi Lei patted Li Qiankun's shining bald head and said: "Qiankun, you are good at deduction. During a battle, you can deduce the opponent's methods. Of course you cannot be weak! Besides, haven't you also broken through to the third level of the spiritual sea?"
Li Qiankun nodded: "Yes, I just broke through. It was mainly because I ranked relatively high in the weekly disciple standings last time and received a lot of cultivation initiations, so I succeeded in breaking through."
After a pause, Li Qiankun said: "I am ranked twelfth, I won't be challenged, right?"
"No, who would challenge you when they are full and have nothing to do?" Poisonous Milk King said calmly.
As soon as he said this, everyone stared at him.
"Ugh!" Wang Ping'an quickly covered his mouth, realizing that he seemed to have been given poisoned milk again.
Whoosh!
At this moment, a handsome figure carrying a long sword flew to the top of Piaomiao Peak and held his hands towards everyone.
"Hello fellow first-generation brothers and sisters, I am Han Yonghui, a third-generation disciple, and I am here to ask for advice from second-generation senior brother Li Qiankun."
Han Yonghui's voice was calm.
However, his eyes are very sharp.
not far away.
The green-shirted Sword Ancestor was playing chess with the leader of the Blood Lotus Sect, while several Supreme Elders were sitting nearby watching.
"Han Yonghui actually challenged Li Qiankun. It seems that the first genius of your Qingshu Sword Sect is going to be defeated."
The leader of the Shadow Demon Sect laughed.
"Suffer some hardships and learn a lesson, so that you won't sit in a well and look at the sky." The blue-shirted swordsman concentrated on playing chess without squinting.
However, his spiritual consciousness has long enveloped the entire sect.
Even the sound of a certain disciple farting was caught by him, so naturally he would not miss this discussion.
The top of Piaomiao Peak.
Hearing that Han Yonghui was going to challenge him, Li Qiankun couldn't help but touch his bald head and looked at Wang Ping'an who was looking away.
"Senior Brother Wang, you..." Li Qiankun was speechless.
Wang Ping'an saw that the situation was not good and quickly poisoned the milk:
"Ahem! Junior Brother Li, look, Junior Brother Han Yonghui is so handsome, dashing, and charming. I guarantee that he will win handsomely. As for you, work hard and you won't lose too badly."
Hearing this, Li Qiankun looked strange.
Han Yonghui raised his eyebrows when he heard this.
"It seems that even Senior Brother Wang of the first generation feels that there is something wrong with the combat power list. Otherwise, he cannot think that I can beat Senior Brother Li."
Thinking of this, Han Yonghui's confidence greatly increased.
He cupped his hands again and said, "Senior Brother Li Qiankun, I wonder if you can give me some advice?"
Li Qiankun glanced at Wang Ping'an and thought that with the poisonous milk in his body, he should be able to win even if he fights with his eyes closed.
So, he took a step forward and said: "Since Junior Brother Han wants to compete, how can I, as a senior brother, refuse?"
"Senior Brother Li agreed?" Han Yonghui's eyes lit up.
"Yes, let's compete now!" Li Qiankun nodded. He was afraid that if he delayed for too long, the effect of the poisonous milk would be gone.
"Then, let's go to Zongmen Square to fight. The old rules are, three hundred rounds, until the point is reached." Han Yonghui smiled.
"Okay." Li Qiankun nodded.
Whoosh!
All the disciples at the peak fell down.
"Shock!"
"Senior Brother Han Yonghui, the chief among the third-generation disciples, wants to challenge second-generation senior brother Li Qiankun."
"It is said that Senior Brother Li Qiankun is also at the third level of the Spirit Sea Realm, and his cultivation is the same as Senior Brother Han."
"Who do you think can win?"
"If we extrapolate based on the combat power list, Senior Brother Li Qiankun can definitely win."
"That's not necessarily the case!"
News of the fight between the two spread quickly.
In the blink of an eye, thousands of people gathered around Zongmen Square, looking at Li Qiankun and Han Yonghui, who were facing each other dozens of meters apart.
They kept discussing and discussing the winner and loser.
"Senior Brother Han, you can definitely do it!"
"I think Senior Brother Li Qiankun can win. After all, he is twelfth on the combat power list, higher than Senior Brother Han who is ranked fifteenth."
"Hmph! Who told you that the one with the higher ranking on the combat power list will definitely win? It doesn't say the specific combat power, only the ranking. Maybe the two people's combat power is almost the same?"
"Yes, maybe Senior Brother Li Qiankun's performance was unstable and was easily defeated by Senior Brother Han?"
"Be bold!"
The disciples present were divided into two groups.
Some supported Li Qiankun, while the other supported Han Yonghui, and the quarrel was intense.
Some disciples even tried to spar on the spot.
If they hadn't been pulled away, they would have started fighting.
"Senior Brother Li, I have to take action first!" After a moment of confrontation, Han Yonghui took a deep breath and took the lead.
"You take action!" Li Qiankun was very calm.
He was blessed with Wang Ping'an's poisonous milk aura, and he had just consumed a lot of evil energy to deduce this match. He was very confident and confident.
Clang!
Han Yonghui unsheathed his sword and quickly chopped it down.
Suddenly, the sword wind roared.
The atmosphere at the scene is on the verge of breaking out!