4609. Chapter 4609 Talent and Training

Chapter 4609 Talent and Practice

"They are moved, so why am I not?"

Lin Chen laughed to himself in his heart, thinking that if he got the guidance of the sect master, the benefits to his sword practice would be immeasurable.

After the first place, the rewards for the second to tenth places decrease in sequence.

But for Lin Chen, every reward is very generous.

After pondering for a while, Lin Chen secretly thought: "Even if you can't get first place, you still have to be in the top ten." A trace of determination flashed in his eyes.

At this time, after the second elder announced the rewards for the top ten, he continued: "This year's Purple Mountain Sword Competition is divided into preliminary rounds, semi-finals and finals like previous ones."

"The competition method of the preliminary round is the same as in previous years. The referees will randomly draw the disciples to come on stage and compete for three consecutive games. If you lose any game, you will not be qualified to enter the semi-finals. Only the winner of all three games can advance to the finals. ”

"The competition method in the semi-finals is relatively simple. It is a one-on-one duel, and the judges will still draw lots to determine the contestants."

"In the final finals, the advanced contestants will challenge on their own. The contestant with the most wins will be the first placer in this Purple Mountain Sword Competition, followed by the second to tenth place."

After describing the competition methods for the three stages, the second elder paused for a moment, looked around at everyone, and then said: "Next, the twelfth elder will be responsible for drawing lots for the preliminary round."

After saying this, he stepped on the clouds and retreated.

Uh-huh!

The Twelve Elders carried a scroll of blue waves and walked out from behind, saying sternly: "Please give the Holy Son Token to me."

When Holy Son Qiantian, Holy Son Yunfeng and others heard this, they took out their respective Holy Son tokens without hesitation, and flew towards the twelve elders with a swish.

Lin Chen also handed over the Holy Son Token, and soon saw the Twelve Elders taking out a bronze cauldron and placing one hundred and thirty-three Holy Son Tokens into it.

Then, he glanced at everyone, stretched out his right hand, grabbed two Holy Son tokens from the bronze tripod, and said: "Please invite the Holy Son of Sword and the Holy Son of Killing to come to the sword platform."

Before he finished speaking, he saw a thin young man with a blood jade crown on his head and a stern face flying onto the battlefield with a murderous aura at his feet.

Among the saints, there was a burly young man wearing tiger-head armor. He said with an ugly face, "Am I so unlucky?"

Several saints nearby joked: "Saint Son of Lijian, congratulations. Your first opponent met the Saint of Killer. You lost without any competition."

Holy Son Yunfeng glanced at him sympathetically and whispered to Lin Chen: "This guy Li Jian is so unlucky that he met the Holy Son of Killer. If it were me, I would definitely lose."

Lin Chen glanced at Lijian Shengzi and nodded slightly.

This Saint Son of Lijian is at the same level as Saint Son Yunfeng and is known for his gravity. Among the Saint Sons of the same realm, his strength is considered good.

Unfortunately, his opponent was the Son of Destruction, the Supreme God Emperor, who ranked second in the last Purple Mountain Sword Competition.

Don't talk about him. Except for the Holy Son Xuhuai who once defeated the Holy Son of Destruction, I am afraid that no other Holy Son dared to say that he could defeat him.

After thinking for a while, Lin Chen asked, "Will he admit defeat?"

"You can abstain from the Purple Mountain Sword Forum, but generally speaking, very few people will do so, including those with high self-esteem."

Holy Son Yunfeng shook his head and explained: "You are still a Holy Son after all. Even if you know you are defeated, you still have to go up to the stage to fight. If you admit defeat without fighting, it would be too embarrassing. All the disciples are watching."

After saying this, he smiled and said: "Actually, there are benefits to competing with geniuses who are stronger than yourself. At least you can hone your courage and belief."

The key is the last point. After entering the realm of the God Emperor of Nothingness, the power of faith is very important.

Lin Chen was deeply touched by this, and nodded thoughtfully, and then heard the Sword Saint laughing and scolding: "What are you talking about? If it were you, you might not be as good as me."

He was a straightforward person and spoke straightforwardly. One sentence made those saints become disgraced and they kept urging him to compete in the competition.

"Why are you urging me? I'm going to take the stage right now. It won't be unfair to lose to him."

The Holy Son of Lijian clenched his fists at them, then raised his legs and stepped forward. The air exploded under his feet, and his whole figure was like a meteorite, piercing the void and landing on the sword platform.

Looking at the Saint Son of Annihilation standing opposite, he glared and said in a rough voice: "Come on."

The face of the Saint Son of Annihilation remained stern, and his voice was cold: "Your gravity magic is not bad, you can hone my divine body."

"Haha, that's my honor." Li Jian Shengzi clenched his fists and smiled.

He calls himself Lao Tzu to those Holy Sons, but he does not when it comes to the Holy Son of Killing. It is enough to show that he respects them, or is afraid of them.

As he spoke, he exerted all his strength to run the Gravity Divine Way, reaching the peak of the sixth level. Gravity was not so powerful that it could cause the void to collapse.

At the same time, the tiger head armor he wore intertwined with an energy shield, and the sound of a tiger roaring was heard, just like a tiger in the forest.

"Is this a low-grade Ji Dao magic weapon with defensive attributes?"

Seeing this, Lin Chen thought in his mind: "With it, it is enough to resist most of the opponent's attacks, but the stronger the opponent, the weaker the resistance effect."

The opponent of Saint Son of Sword, Saint Son of Killing, is the Supreme God Emperor, whose strength is extremely terrifying. The defensive weapon of Saint Son of Lijian can only withstand 10% to 20% of attacks.

That being said, Lin Chen could see that his Gravity Divine Dao was indeed powerful, which made him feel a sense of pressure, and he was stronger than the Heavenly Corpse Emperor.

But the Son of Slaughter still looked normal, as if he had not seen it. He waited until the Son of Power Sword attacked him before he attacked slowly.

Lin Chen saw clearly that the way the Son of Slaughter attacked was a bit strange. It looked slow but was actually very fast. A strong killing aura swept out like a flood.

The air turned blood red at a speed invisible to the naked eye, and then the palm of the Son of Slaughter blocked the fist of the Son of Power Sword.

The Gravity Divine Dao at the peak of the sixth level was like a majestic mountain, crushing the Son of Slaughter. The robe embroidered with killing runes crackled, but his feet did not move at all.

Seeing this, Lin Chen's eyes flashed with surprise, and he said to the Holy Son of Yunfeng: "Is he really using the Gravity Divine Dao of the Holy Son of Lijian to hone his divine body?"

"Yes, this is their terrifying point. No matter whether the opponent is strong or weak, they will use the opponent's power for their own use and hone themselves."

The Holy Son of Yunfeng sighed, and suddenly turned his head to look at Lin Chen, and smiled and teased: "Holy Son of Tianjian, I heard that you did this a lot when you participated in the Five States Genius Tea Party."

Lin Chen said frankly: "I believe that any cultivator who aspires to become a strong person will not miss any opportunity to improve himself."

The Holy Son of Yunfeng nodded when he heard this, and then shook his head and said: "That being said, it is easier said than done. Without sufficient strength, it is impossible to do it. Only peerless geniuses like you and the Holy Son of Killing can do it effortlessly."

"Aren't you also a peerless genius?" Lin Chen asked with a smile.

"It depends on who you are comparing with. Compared with the geniuses of those saints, I am a peerless genius, but compared with you, what am I?" Yunfeng Saint said with a wry smile.

Lin Chen smiled and said, "Talent can determine the starting point of cultivation, but it cannot determine the height of cultivation."

Yunfeng Saint was stunned when he heard this, and said in silence for a moment: "I understand this truth, and now that you say this, I seem to understand it even more."

Seeing that he understood, Lin Chen did not say more on this issue, raised his head to look at the competition on the sword stage, and said calmly: "It's over."