Chapter 52: Outer Sect Competition (IV)
As time passed, almost all the elders were seated, and about 70 elders came during the foundation building period.
At this moment, I saw a golden light suddenly flying from the sky, and slowly stopped in the sky above the foundation-building elder. The light gradually dispersed, revealing an old man inside. The old man looked to be in his seventies. He He had white hair and a white beard, a ruddy complexion, and was wearing a moon-white robe. When I first saw him, I felt like I was seeing an immortal with celestial demeanor.
I saw him standing high in the sky with a serious face, but there was a sense of majesty in him. Just as the old man looked down at the crowd below, the more than seventy foundation-building monks below all stood up, and at the same time bowed to the old man in the sky and said, "See the leader!"
At this moment, the more than a thousand disciples below also stood up with a "hurrah", and also saluted the old man in the sky, shouting: "See the leader."
Although Wu Fan had never seen the leader, he hurriedly followed everyone and bowed to the old man.
The old man glanced at the crowd below, and then said: "Everyone, please get up."
"Thank you, Master!" Everyone said in unison!
The old man had no intention of landing on the ground. He looked towards the foundation-building monks and said: "Today is the outer sect competition that happens every five years. Elders should carefully observe these disciples and don't miss a good immortal seedling." , the disciples who choose to go to the inner sect will also be the backbone of our Qingfeng sect in the future.”
"Respectfully obey the decree of the leader." All the foundation-building stage elders replied in unison.
At this time, the old man looked in the direction of the outer sect disciples and said: "Disciples, you must perform well today. If any of you can enter the inner sect, the sect will make every effort to train you. Those with outstanding achievements will also be rewarded by the sect." Rewards are distributed. Okay... let’s start the competition!”
After the old man finished speaking, without waiting for those disciples to speak, he flew away with the light.
After the old man flew away from "Duzhan Peak", he saw a middle-aged male monk in his forties walking out of the area of the Foundation Establishment Elders. He only heard him say: "Disciples, I am Rui from "Yuhua Peak". Yuan, you can call me Elder Rui. Today is the outer sect competition that happens every five years. Before we start, I would like to talk about the rules of the competition. As in previous years, everyone will be divided into ten arenas to compete in battles, with pairs of duels. , the top 100 will be selected from the competition, and these 100 disciples will be selected as inner disciples. In addition, those who perform well will be accepted as disciples by the elders. "
The middle-aged monk paused for a moment when he said this. After he looked around the crowd, he continued: "Finally, these hundred disciples will continue to compete and select the top ten disciples. The top ten disciples will take turns again. The specific rules of the round battle will be explained in detail after the top ten are determined. In addition, the top ten disciples will receive sect rewards, so I hope everyone can go all out. Finally, you must not intentionally seriously injure your opponent during the competition. , or kill fellow disciples. If such things are discovered, they will be treated as wanton killings of fellow disciples, and they will be severely punished, ranging from staying in seclusion for five years, to having their cultivation revoked and expelled from the Qingfeng Sect. There are a total of 1,600 disciples participating in the competition this time. There are more than a hundred people. Before the game starts, everyone draws lots to choose the arena, and then continues to draw lots to choose their opponents. For example, if No. 1 is drawn, No. 1 will go on stage to compete with No. 2, No. 3 will compete with No. 4, and so on. All disciples If you don’t understand the rules of the competition, you can go to the stone monument outside the square to watch. There are detailed instructions there. The lottery will be carried out now. In half an hour, the official competition will start in the ten arenas at the same time. "
After the middle-aged monk finished speaking, he turned around and walked back.
At this moment, all the disciples below were heard running toward the ring with a "hoorah". On the ring, wooden barrels had been prepared early, and there were more than a thousand bamboo sticks in the barrels.
"Senior Brother Zhou, Junior Brother Wu, let's go quickly. I don't know which arena I will be drawn into. God bless me, please don't assign me to those powerful monk arenas." After Bai Xiaowen said this, he raised his hands to the sky.
Wu Fan and Zhou Yu rolled their eyes at him at the same time.
At this time, Senior Brother Zhou Yu said: "Let's go too. I just hope that the three of us will not be assigned to the same arena."
Wu Fan, Zhou Yu, and Bai Xiaowen looked at each other and smiled, and then they all walked towards the ring.
When Wu Fan came to the ring, there were very few bamboo sticks in the barrel. He casually took out one and saw "eight" written on the bamboo stick. Wu Fan knew that he was assigned to the ring number "eight".
Then he walked towards the No. 8 ring. When he reached the No. 8 ring, he saw more than a hundred monks queuing up to draw lots. Wu Fan looked carefully. He did not find Zhou Yu and Bai Xiaowen. Obviously, they The three of them were not assigned to the same ring.
Wu Fan stood there and waited for a while. After the people gradually became scarce, he walked forward and came to the barrel and took out a bamboo stick. He saw "eighty-six" written on the bamboo stick.
He knew that he had to compete with "85" next, but it was still early, because there were more than 80 people in front of him, and then Wu Fan returned to the stage with the bamboo stick.
At this time, Zhou Yu and Bai Xiaowen also came back. At this time, Zhou Yu asked: "What is the ring number for Junior Brother Wu?"
"Junior brother, I am on the 8th stage, Senior Brother Zhou, Senior Brother Bai, who are you?"
"I am No. 6, Junior Brother Bai is..."
"I'm in Arena No. 9, haha. I just took a look at my classmates on Arena No. 9, and I didn't find those famous and powerful people there. I still have a good chance of entering the top 100 this time!" Bai Xiaowen happily took the He was gesturing with the bamboo stick in his hand, and he obviously didn't realize that he was stealing someone else's words again.
Half an hour later, after everyone got the bamboo sticks, except for the person holding the number one and number two bamboo sticks, everyone else walked off the ring. At this time, the monks on the ten rings had already started a formal battle.
While Wu Fan was talking to Zhou and Bai, he had also been watching the fighting in the ring below. He wanted to know the difference between their fellow sects and his own strength. After watching for a while, Wu Fan said My confidence has become stronger.
In this way, until the afternoon, it was finally Wu Fan's turn to take the stage. He landed on the ring with his flying sword. At this time, there was already a man standing on the ring. This man was a male cultivator, about the same age as Wu Fan. At the fifth level of Qi cultivation, the man glanced at Wu Fan. When he found that the other person was more advanced than him, he couldn't help but show disappointment on his face. Then he was replaced by stubbornness. He only heard him say: "I'm cultivating at the lower peak." , please tell me your senior brother Gao’s name?”
"Wu Fan, please teach me, junior brother." After Wu Fan said that, he released the Fierce Sun Sword. The peak cultivator also released a flying sword, but this flying sword was a middle-grade magic weapon. Then he saw two The flying swords collided together, making a roaring sound at the same time.
When Wu Fan released the flying sword, he saw him making a secret with one hand, and a thin blade suddenly appeared in his hand. Then he saw him flicking it with one hand, and the wind blade ran towards the opponent extremely fast.
The speed at which Wu Fan releases the wind blade is not comparable to that of ordinary people. The reason is very simple. Wu Fan is in a small space, but he has practiced these basic spells for many years and has already mastered these basic spells. Others do not have so many They would not waste most of their time on practicing basic spells. With all this time, they would like to spend all their time on improving their cultivation. They would not waste it casually. At most, they can practice these basic spells to the highest level. Not bad for a small achievement.
When Feng Xiu saw his flying sword being bounced away, he was shocked. Then he saw the opponent launch a wind blade. Without thinking too much, he hurriedly released a small shield in front of him. He wanted to block the wind blade first, and then think about other things. The solution, with a "chi" sound, the wind blade was blocked by the shield, but at the same time as he released the small shield, the opponent had already released three or four more wind blades, and at the same time, the opponent's flying sword also came straight towards him from behind. , Feng Xiu knew that he lost. He did not expect that the opponent released the wind blade so fast. The opponent was too powerful. As soon as the fight started, he was already beaten by the opponent.
"I surrender!" Feng Xiu had just finished shouting when the opponent's flying sword stopped, and the wind blades were blocked by the small shield.
Feng Xiu hugged Wu Fan and then walked down the stage dejectedly.
After Wu Fan ended the fight, he also stood up and walked back.
