If we look at the modern sports competition system, the draw duel in the early stage of the Shushan Competition is a typical "single elimination elimination system".
For example, 100 disciples, in pairs, engage in a sword duel.
The 50 victorious disciples then competed internally in pairs, and so on, and finally decided on 1-50;
The 50 failed disciples competed in the same sword competition, and finally the 51-100 disciples were selected... There were no messy rules such as the resurrection of the loser group.
The problem with the single-elimination elimination system is that early victory is far more important than late victory.
For example, in the example just now, if you fail in the first game, you will miss the top 50. Even if you win every subsequent game, you will still be ranked 51st.
And in a random draw, someone will always randomly encounter those strong men on the Immortal Sword List.
Therefore, there is the second half of the Shushan Competition: Seat Challenge.
Now, the first half of the draw and sword fight is coming to an end.
Ling Yunpo, An Zhisu, Lin Duanshan and others still maintained their record of unbeatable victories, and the number of contenders on the Immortal Sword Ranking has shrunk to the top twenty.
Duan Fenhai, who had been defeated once before, continued to maintain a complete victory, but even if he won all the way to the end, his final ranking would not be good, so he would inevitably launch a seat challenge in the second half.
Due to the continuous sword competition for many days, the spirit of the foundation-level disciples has become exhausted. Therefore, the top management of Shushan announced a day off today to allow everyone to take a good rest and re-adjust their state.
Senior Sister An ran to the inside of Qingluo Peak again and reported the good news to Master.
Ling Yunpo planned to take this opportunity to go to Shanxiafang Market to buy some food and wine to celebrate with his senior sister.
What is different from Kunlun is that Qing sects and mortal villages live together in Shushan Mountain. Sword Immortals live high on many peaks, and ordinary people live in the valleys between the peaks.
Corresponding markets are also opened in these river valley villages, where mortals and immortal cultivators live together.
In order not to be entangled by the villagers (for example, asking for elixirs, etc.), Shushan disciples often put away flying swords and other objects when entering the city to avoid attracting the attention of outsiders.
Ling Yun went into the wine cellar and asked the shopkeeper to make a pot of wine, the best monkey wine, and bought some braised beef and century-old Polygonatum sibiricum for later use.
While I was waiting for the boss to cut the meat and squid, I suddenly heard several Shushan disciples chatting at the wine table opposite:
"... In this competition, we don't need to mention the strong men. The only thing to mention is that the junior brother of the Grass-cutting Sword Immortal directly killed the Cangtie Sword Immortal Duan Hai and grabbed the second seat."
"Is he the one who refined his qi, purified his marrow, and killed the Ziyun Peak disciples before?" someone asked.
"Exactly. Hey, what's that man's name? I only vaguely remember his surname is Ling..."
Everyone was silent.
"I remembered it!" Suddenly one of them slapped the table and said, "The day before yesterday, I just heard someone talking about this person's name in the opening betting game of this competition."
"The first seat will definitely go to the Grass-cutting Swordsman, there is no other possibility. But who will win the second seat after the seat challenge is over is the biggest highlight of this bet."
"There are only four contenders, that is, the three strongest men from the past, plus the junior brother of the Grass-cutting Sword Immortal who suddenly came out this time."
"These four people are the 'Four Heavenly Kings' of this competition. Someone summed it up in four words, 'breaking mountains and dividing seas, breaking moons and breaking clouds'."
Hearing this, everyone screamed, and someone said:
"The Broken Mountain is the Broken Mountain of the Golden Steel Peak Forest, the Fenhai is the Huanglong Peak Section Fenhai, the Broken Moon is the Moon on the Green Bamboo Peak, the Guanshan Mountain, the name of the sword is 'Broken Moon', and the Broken Cloud is..."
"I think he is the junior fellow of the Grass-cutting Sword Immortal, and his name is Ling Poyun." The disciple next to him exclaimed, "Good fellow, does it mean that in order to become a strong man, you must first have a majestic and domineering name?"
"That's right. Hey, what do you think of me changing my name to 'Batian'?"
Ling Yunpo took the wine bottle and appetizers from the shopkeeper and turned around expressionlessly.
My name is Ling Yun Po! Bastard!
After returning to Qingluo Peak gloomily, Ling Yunpo saw An Zhisu drinking in the pavilion at the back.
"Senior sister!" He lowered the sword light to the ground, picked up the food and wine in his hand, and said with a smile, "Why are you pouring yourself a drink here?"
An Zhisu sighed and said:
"Junior brother, do you know? It is said that in this Shushan competition, the rewards for the top three will include gold mercury elixir."
"Oh?" Ling Yunpo was shocked and said with a smile, "Since senior sister mentioned it specifically, it seems to be an extremely precious thing."
"More than precious?" An Zhisu shook his head and said, "After entering the Huafu steps, one spoonful of it is worth a dozen years of hard work."
"That's great!" Ling Yunpo said with a surprised smile, "Senior sister is the Hua Fu Jie. This thing is suitable for senior sister's use."
"No." An Zhisu said seriously, "Senior sister will leave it to you."
Ling Yunpo:………………
Even though he had already made a guess in his mind, he was still shocked when he heard Senior Sister An confirm it personally.
This is related to the level of Chengdan! It is your path and future, senior sister!
"I don't want it!" Ling Yunpo refused anxiously, but An Zhisu held his hand down and said firmly, "Junior brother, listen to me."
"Master has been in seclusion for too long. I, Qingluo Peak, have been targeted more and more in recent years, and I have become an enemy everywhere."
"The monthly payment was withheld last time, and the draw for your sword competition was rigged this time. These are the best examples."
"In the final analysis, our Qingluo Peak not only doesn't have Elder Yuanying, but we don't even have Master Jindan. We all rely on you and me to support us."
"It can't go on like this."
An Zhisu said categorically, the decisive emotion in his eyes seemed to be solidified, almost piercing his chest:
"Junior brother."
"I have made up my mind to form an elixir within thirty years in order to protect the Qingluofeng orthodoxy."
"The transformation time is too short, even if I drink the gold-mercury elixir, it will be useless... I might as well leave it to you."
Ling Yunpo opened his mouth, but no words came out.
Thirty years sounds like a long time, but for Huafu-level monks, it is almost as short as it is short.
If an ordinary Huafu-level monk starts practicing Taoism at the age of twenty, refining the Qi for sixty years and cleansing the marrow for ten years, Huafu will often have to invest a hundred years, and only start trying when there are only more than ten years left in the two-hundred-year life span.
The final pill.
The purpose is to improve the level of Cheng Dan as much as possible. This is related to the future of the entire Jin Dan level and must not be taken lightly.
An Zhisu has been cultivating at the level of Huafu for almost thirty years. If he practices for another thirty years, it will be a sixty-year process of Huafu.
Based on her cultivation aptitude, if she were to form an elixir in sixty years, she would only reach the fourth or fifth level at most, and she would definitely have no chance of reaching the third level.
When the elixir reaches the fourth or fifth level, it means that the most perfect Immortal Formation will follow, and the Nascent Soul will reach the middle level.
Without a high-grade Nascent Soul, it would be impossible to become a Daluo Golden Immortal in the later stages of ascension.
They can only kill three corpses at most and become immortals... It can be said that they are falling behind step by step, without even a chance to make amends!
If it were Ling Yunpo himself, he would ask himself that even if he had great respect and love for Senior Sister An, he would never joke about such a thing.
But Senior Sister An is willing to give up a brighter future for her own sake, just to become a Jindan Master as soon as possible and protect herself...
"Senior sister..." His voice was a little suppressed.
"Um?"
"I will find a way!" Ling Yunpo suddenly stood up, grabbed An Zhisu's hands tightly, and said sternly:
"I will find a way to change the situation in Qingluo Peak where everyone is the enemy, starting from this Shushan Competition!"
[Unyielding character, synchronization value +1.]
In the sea of consciousness, the prompts of Kunlun Mirror began to flash on the screen, but Ling Yunpo ignored it completely, and just gritted his teeth and swore:
"Senior Sister, please stop saying such ridiculous things as 'Thirty years to form elixirs'! If Senior Sister makes fun of your own future again, Junior Brother, I will go to the Taoist temple and crash to death in front of Master's retreat wall!"
"Junior brother!" An Zhisu's eyes immediately turned red, and he was about to angrily lecture him not to swear such a poisonous oath, but he noticed that Ling Yunpo's eyes were also as stubborn and persistent as iron.
When the master used his body to block the attack of the Shura Tao elder in order to protect himself, the cold and stern expression on his face was almost exactly the same as the determined emotion in his junior brother's eyes at this moment.
She stared at her junior brother blankly, and a sad sense of mission suddenly arose in her heart:
Perhaps our Qingluofeng lineage has sword bones that cannot be blunted or broken by hammers.
In order to desperately protect the important people around you, you will shoot straight out like a flying sword that burns its origin without looking back.
It's just, junior brother...
Now, it's my turn to protect you like Master...
An Zhisu, who was feeling sad, suddenly stretched out her hands, took him into her arms and hugged him tightly.
Ling Yunpo:?
"Junior brother." An Zhisu put her head on his shoulder and couldn't help crying and said, "Don't say such words again in the future."
Her tears fell down her cheeks, but she hugged Ling Yunpo tighter, her voice choked with sobs: