Qian Jiang returned to the camp to practice for a day, and then on the first day of the meeting, he changed into the clothes of the Lishan sect, various tokens representing his identity, and then went to the location of the gathering.

There were already two or three hundred people standing here, and they all looked at the opponent in front of them intently, assessing the gap between themselves and the opponent in their hearts, and when Qian Jiang and other disciples of the Li Shan faction arrived, the surroundings began to be noisy.

"Seven-rank array mage, I'm not mistaken, right, or two?"

"How is it possible, in previous years, there was only one seven-rank array mage, but this year there are two. ”

"It's really miserable, I thought that I could get one of the four more places this year, but I didn't expect that there would be two seven-rank array mages. ”

Zhou Mi looked at the disciples around him proudly, he could naturally see that many of them were only condensed into the fifth rank, even if they were more than Zhou Mi, they would not be inferior to them, not to mention that he was still an eight-rank array mage.

Qian Jiang also saw that this group of people was not very cultivated, and understood why it was easier for Guiyi Zhenren to say that it would be simpler, although these were all elites of the three northwestern prefectures, but they were far inferior to the elite disciples of Li Mountain.

He and Zhou Mi stood up according to the number, he looked at the person on his left, the number one hundred and twenty-three written on the waist card, which happened to be his opponent in the first round. This is a fourth-class monk, who is relatively strong, and he looks fierce with a machete on his back.

Qian Jiang nodded at him, smiled slightly, and then continued to look behind, roughly estimating, the vast majority of the Ning Shen who would be selected, there were more than five hundred people, I don't know how many false gods and imperial qi there are.

The game started soon, there were a total of fifty rings, and the first hundred players all came to the ring one by one according to the instructions, and they each made strange moves in the ring, although it was pleasing to the eye, but it was not very powerful, and the only thing that attracted the attention of the surrounding monks was Zhou Mi, because his opponent surrendered, and the name of a seven-rank array mage was still terrifying. In just two quarters of an hour, the first hundred were over.

Qian Jiang also walked up to the stage, and then saw Song Zhiwen and Fu Qing in the audience, he nodded to the two, and then looked at the opponent. He smiled and said: "It's good, it's good, I didn't expect that I could fight with Li Shan's seven-rank array mage today, please lay down the formation, let me try the power of the seven-rank formation, and I can brag with my fellow disciples in the future." Qian Jiang looked at his honest appearance, smiled slightly, and then used the spar to arrange a simple seven-rank formation mixed yuan qi array, and the people around looked nervously at the ring, some of them saw the formation for the first time.

After Qian Jiang arranged the formation, he said to the opponent, "Are you ready?" The man was eager to try and nodded at him. Qian Jiang then urged the formation, and the man disappeared into the ring.

Qian Jiang waited quietly, looking at the games around him, these games were really boring, he soon noticed a young man dressed in black and with white hair, the man was standing in the ring not far away, exuding a cold breath, son, the man was standing in the ring not far away, exuding a cold breath, like a thousand years of ice.

seemed to notice Qian Jiang's gaze, the man also looked over, his eyes were as sharp as a sword, and Qian Jiang did not show weakness at all, and looked over.

The man smiled in satisfaction, then stepped out of the ring and disappeared into the crowd. Qian Jiang looked at the back of the man leaving, and felt that this internal selection was finally a little interesting.

Seeing that the ring games around him were over, Qian Jiang withdrew the formation and said to the man: "Admit it." The man honestly touched the back of his head and said, "It's really amazing, it's really amazing, it's good that you didn't attack, otherwise I would have died,"

Hearing this, there was a burst of surprise all around, many of the contestants were about the same strength as this man. Although they knew that the seven-rank formation was very powerful, they didn't expect it to be so powerful.

They looked at Qian Jiang with admiration and fear, and when they saw Qian Jiang's stars holding the moon not far away, they hated it in their hearts, and he began to hate the enemy who surrendered automatically, so that he was robbed of his prestige by Qian Jiang.

After Qian Jiang finished the game, he handed over the token and continued to draw lots, this time Qian Jiang drew forty-two, which was relatively high.

He waited until the rest of the game was completed, and then resumed the competition, and there were only two hundred and seventy-two monks left in this round. This time he competed with Qian Jiang was a swordsman, he was the son of a big family in Yong'an Mansion, and his cultivation had reached the sixth level of condensation.

He said to Qian Jiang: "This Senior Brother Qian, I have heard of the cleverness of Li Shan's formation, and I know that my little brother's shallow ability is not enough to break the formation, but my little brother doesn't want to go back like this, so please forgive my little brother for his courage and hope to compete with Senior Brother Qian in swordsmanship." ”

When Qian Jiang heard this, he pulled out the Tongyun Sword in his hand, looked at him and said, "Please teach me more." "That person was happy in his heart, and used the family heirloom white ape sword technique, which was created by his ancestors three hundred years ago by imitating the white ape, and the combination of skillful power was really extraordinary.

The boy jumped up and down, flexible and changeable, Qian Jiang's eyes could not see the trajectory of the son's sword, he simply focused all his energy on his ears, listening to the sound of the air and attacking. In the eyes of outsiders, Qian Jiang has been suppressed by the sword to the downside, but the son is bitter and can't say it, the biggest disadvantage of this set of swordsmanship is that the consumption of true yuan is too large, and the burden on the body is relatively heavy.

If Qian Jiang was guarding him like this, he might not have a chance to win. He looked at the sky for a moment, then suddenly jumped up.

Qian Jiang looked over, only to see that the man had his back to the sun, and under the sunlight, Qian Jiang couldn't see clearly. Qian Jiang had no choice but to close his eyes and listen to the sound of breaking the air and waving his sword.

After this sword separated the long sword, Tongyun Sword suddenly did not obey the call and attacked to the right again, and Qian Jiang soon felt the sound of the blade handing over.

He opened his eyes and saw that the boy had two swords in his hand, one of which was much shorter. Qian Jiang looked at the short sword over there curiously, it could completely hide the sound of breaking the air, it seemed to be a treasure.

The boy looked at the Tongyun Sword in Qian Jiang's hand, and said with a sigh: "I lost." With that, he walked off the ring, and Qian Jiang walked off the stage again in the cheers of everyone.

Unexpectedly, he faced the body refining monk again. After the two finished saluting, they saw the opponent's feet kick, attacking like an arrow from the string, Qian Jiang flashed to the right, and the crutch in the opponent's left hand slashed over.

Qian Jiang waved his hand to block, and found that this person's strength was not as good as that of the spearman yesterday, so he couldn't rest assured.