Chapter 405 The competition begins

Many outer disciples were talking, but they did not stop at all, and flew towards Tianjian Peak.

Not only outer disciples, but also many inner disciples came to watch the battle.

Zhong Lin was mixed in the crowd, with no joy or sadness in his heart, just like a spectator.

As the surging crowd entered Tianjian Peak, Zhong Lin found a relatively open place and waited quietly.

There were many arenas in the entire Tianjian Peak. If you count them carefully, there are thousands of them. Needless to say, they are definitely for many outer disciples to compete.

About an hour later, the entire Tianjian Peak was densely packed with people, each in a circle, but not crowded.

Tianjian Peak is very large, with the entire Tianjian City behind it. Not to mention these people, even if there are twice as many people, it can accommodate them.

The bell sound suddenly stopped, and the lingering sound brought the power to calm people's hearts. The entire Tianjian Peak was suddenly quiet, and the sound of the birds fell silently, and you could hear a pin drop.

An elder flew over, standing in the air, with a condescending look.

Every disciple felt that he was staring at them, and they didn't dare to look into the elder's eyes.

This move alone was enough to show that this elder was definitely a martial arts expert, at least at the Yin-Yang realm, or even stronger.

"The outer disciple competition is a rule set by our Heavenly Sword Holy Land to select outstanding disciples for training. You must show your true skills in the competition and not pretend. The sect will give generous rewards to outstanding disciples this time. No matter whether you are in the top ten or not, as long as you perform well, have enough tenacity, extraordinary will, and smart wisdom, you can get the rewards you deserve, and even be accepted as a disciple by the sect elders or even the sect master. Let's get started!"

The language is simple and unpretentious, without too much long-winded speech, and is deeply liked by everyone.

Even Zhong Lin was a little surprised. He thought it would be similar to those leaders in his previous life, but he didn't expect it to be so concise.

As the announcement began, many "inner disciples" flew onto the arena for the competition, took out the list, and announced the disciples who were going to compete on stage.

These inner disciples were all "staff members", and each of them was very strong and confident enough to prevent casualties in the competition.

There were hundreds of thousands of outer disciples, and most of them signed up to participate, so the number of people in the competition was extremely large.

However, no matter how many disciples there were, the strength of the Heavenly Sword Holy Land was well organized, and there would never be any chaos.

"Ring 8032, Zhong Lin, Di Ziqian."

Zhong Lin heard his name and immediately looked for the ring 8032, then flew up, but there was already a figure waiting on the ring.

Needless to say, this person should be Di Ziqian who was fighting against Zhong Lin.

Wearing a Tiancan treasure robe and holding a jade-like spiritual sword, he was sharp and shining.

"I have seen you..."

"Why are you talking so much nonsense? Let's start. I still have to deal with the next game."

Di Ziqian said impatiently, with disdain in his eyes.

Zhong Lin was obviously stunned for a moment, and then he reacted. In order to prevent his own breath from leaking out and exposing his identity, he always used the "Hidden God Technique" and showed his cultivation level to the outside world as only the early stage of Xuandan. However, Di Ziqian in front of him was already in the middle stage of Xuandan. It was normal for him to look down on him.

Zhong Lin licked his lips and looked at the "referee" on the side.

"Let's start!"

With the order of the "referee", Di Ziqian stepped forward, and the whole person seemed to rush forward like a whirlwind, and the spirit sword in his hand pointed directly at Zhong Lin's chest.

"Give up..."

Bang!

With a muffled sound, Di Ziqian came fast and retreated even faster. The whole person flew out like a cannonball, spitting out a mouthful of blood in the air, and there was a huge footprint on his chest.

Zhong Lin also slowly retracted his right leg and turned his head to look at the "referee".

The whole process only took a breath, and the battle ended here.

The "referee" raised his eyebrows, looked at Zhong Lin thoughtfully, and then looked at Di Ziqian who fell out of the ring and fell into a coma, and then spoke.

"Zhong Lin, win."

Zhong Lin bowed and saluted, then flew away from the ring.

As for the unconscious Di Ziqian, someone had already taken him away.

The entire outer disciple competition, thousands of rings, adopted a rough elimination system, without any points or resurrection matches, simple and rough.

In the words of Senior Sister Tang Yimei, martial arts practice requires great perseverance, great opportunity, and great luck, none of which can be missing.

Being able to meet the talents on the "Dragon and Tiger List" at the beginning of the competition is bad luck. If you don't have enough luck, you will lose if you lose.

Di Ziqian's strength was not bad. After all, he was in the middle stage of Xuan Dan, and he was not an unknown existence among the outer disciples. Unfortunately, he met Zhong Lin right at the beginning, and this session of the outer disciples competition could only stop here.

Zhong Lin did not return to rest. After all, he just kicked, and did not even use his spiritual essence. He just relied on the strength of his body.

No mistakes, one sentence, one release, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar, one look!

The whole person quickly shuttled under each arena to watch the battle.

In addition to Zhong Lin's power, many wonderful battles also took place in other arenas, which made people dazzled.

The outer disciples won and lost, and some disciples were seriously injured and were immediately carried down for treatment.

As long as they are not dead on the spot and still have a breath left, the sect can save them. However, some of them are seriously injured and their martial arts have declined significantly, which will inevitably affect their next competition.

There are also some people like Zhong Lin who can win with one move and have no pressure. When encountering such people, Zhong Lin will observe them carefully.

After a round, it can only be said that the Heavenly Sword Holy Land is worthy of being a concentration camp of geniuses. Each of them is not easy to deal with. Zhong Lin even felt that many of them have already comprehended the sword intent.

An hour later, the second round of competition began again. This time Zhong Lin was assigned to the 89th ring.

"Jiang Xuan, meet Brother Zhong."

Zhong Lin's opponent this time is named Jiang Xuan, a boy who looks only fifteen or sixteen years old, but his cultivation is already in the early stage of Xuandan.

Genius.

This is Zhong Lin's first impression of Jiang Xuan. If he can have such a cultivation at the age of fifteen or sixteen, what else can he be but a genius.

Zhong Lin also bowed and said, "Meet Brother Jiang."

Jiang Xuan grabbed the void with his right hand, and a silver long sword appeared in his hand.

"This is my life-defining weapon, the "Huangyu", which can cut gold and jade. Brother, be careful."

Clang!

The long sword was raised, and the sharp sword energy exploded, shaking the void.

Clang!

Zhong Lin did not move, and the entire arena was instantly filled with the sound of swords. Jiang Xuan's long sword trembled and could not stab.

Zhong Lin pointed his sword, and the wind in the sky shook. The endless sword intent gathered into a sword energy, and finally gently touched Jiang Xuan's "Huangyu".