783 Danxia Sect
783 Danxia Sect
In fact, in the final analysis, the decline of Danxia Sect was just because the senior leaders of the sect were approaching their deadline and did not want to continue to drag the sect down, so they took the initiative to resign and gave up the position of sect leader, leaving the position of sect leader vacant.
But the disciples of the sect dare not forget the kindness of the sect. Even if the sect is weak, they will bravely strive to be the first and contribute to the sect.
Qin Yang walked into the square, looked at the disciples in the field, and finally his eyes fell on a mediocre-looking man.
This man has an ordinary face, a cold expression, a thin build, short gray hair, and a long broad-bladed knife on his back. Standing among the crowd, he seems to blend in with the people around him, making him inconspicuous.
However, Qin Yang was keenly aware that there seemed to be an invisible edge surrounding this guy's body, like a sharp sword that had been hidden in its sheath for many years. Once it was unsheathed, it could cut off all obstacles.
And he had felt this sharpness from a corpse.
This guy is a swordsman, absolutely!
This feeling is by no means an illusion, but an instinct. Qin Yang does not believe that he has an illusion.
And at the moment Qin Yang looked at this person, the man's eyebrows frowned slightly, he glanced sideways in Qin Yang's direction, and then looked away without any disturbance in his expression.
Qin Yang touched the tip of his nose, and an inexplicable smile appeared at the corner.
This guy has such a keen sense...
No wonder he became a swordsman!
"Everyone, today is the day for the competition between Alchemists under the age of 30 in our Danxia Sect. All Second Grade Alchemists can sign up to participate~~.
A middle-aged man stood next to the ring and read out the rules of the competition. His eyes passed over the hundreds of people below and finally landed on Qin Yang.
"Qin Yang, Sixth Grade Alchemist, please register to participate."
"Sixth Grade?"
"He's actually a Sixth Grader too!?"
"He just joined the sect and was promoted to Sixth Grade. This talent is pretty good..."
Qin Yang bowed his hands and said, "This disciple has met the elder."
"Um."
"This competition is divided into two rounds. The first round is to refine the First Grade Spirit Pill, and the second round is to refine the Third Grade Spirit Pill. It takes half a month. The lower-level Spirit Pill is refined, the higher the ranking. Finally Rankings are calculated based on rankings.”
"Did you hear me clearly?" The middle-aged man turned to look at the hundreds of disciples below.
"Disciple, you heard me clearly."
"If someone knows a lot about Spirit Medicine, you can find help. But no matter what the method is, as long as you can refine the Third Grade Spirit Pill in the end, you can also use it to exchange for points. But once you are caught, you will be eliminated. Do you understand? altar?"
[B!"
Qin Yang quietly listened to the elder's explanation and thought to himself, is this a medicine refining competition? It is simple and crude, going straight to the goal, without any fancy or skills.
"Okay, it's all gone, let's go prepare for the competition."
Everyone filed away, and soon, Qin Yang was the only one left in the square.
Qin Yang stretched (Li's) body, stretched his muscles, raised his head and glanced at the attic in the distance, wondering whether he should go find someone to ask for directions.
But after thinking about it for a moment, he still shook his head.
He is a disciple of the sect, wouldn't it be troublesome if he was recognized by others?
Moreover, I don't need anyone to guide me, and I don't know how to refine medicine. I just need to watch from the sidelines and watch the excitement. In this case, I also avoid being too conspicuous. Someone will definitely target me. .
