029 Let's fight

Bu Qingyang received the jade medal, skimmed the rules of the game slightly, and felt that it was similar to what he had understood in advance.

There are three main rules for the competition:

First, each disciple can only have 1 chance to fail, and if they encounter 2 failures, they will directly lose the qualification to continue the competition!

Second, everyone can only choose to compete in one ring, if they are defeated once, they can apply to go down a notch, but the difficulty of winning must be increased by one. And if you want to advance after winning all of this ring, you must get permission from the Elder on duty.

Third, the defender can ask the attacker to have the same winning record.

Although the rules are simple, they contain considerable ingenuity, which can fully test the concentration of each participant.

The race started in a quarter of an hour, and Bu Qingyang walked up the stone steps.

There were already many other contestants waiting on both sides of the ring, that was the young elite recruited by the big young master, when Bu Qingyang came over, some of them followed him, obviously, these people just wanted to compete with him in the same ring, as long as they beat him twice, then Bu Qingyang would completely lose the qualification for qualifying!

"Come on, see where you can follow!" Bu Qingyang walked up unhurriedly, at first there were more and more people, and then slowly there were fewer and fewer people, and in the end, in the midst of those people's surprise, surprise, disappointment, ridicule, and jokes, he climbed up to the level 1 ring area alone!

The first-level ring is divided into A, B, and C, and he goes up from C without hurry.

In the rest area on both sides, there were already many disciples waiting to compete, and they were staring at Bu Qingyang, not knowing what this fool was doing when he climbed up.

"Obviously, he hasn't arrived at the Ning Yuan Realm, does he want to blow the mountain wind here?" a disciple quipped.

"Hehe, I'm afraid that a gust of wind will blow and a green onion will fall down again. The other disciple shrugged.

"Let him go, and don't let anyone carry him down when the time comes. ”

"Let's make a bet where he stops!"

"It's not going to be in our third-class ring, is it?"

"Perhaps...... That's fun, haha......"

Bu Qingyang didn't pay attention to it, he crossed the net step by step, as if he was cultivating across the steps, and just like that, he crossed the 1st level C ring, crossed the 1st level B ring, and then went up, it was the 1st class A ring!

"This is it!" he stood at the bottom of the ring, looking up, and from this position, the ring looked very tall!

It was a stone ring carved out of a whole rock with four corners, but in the middle of the horns was an arc-shaped edge, which looked like a square and a circle were superimposed on top of each other.

"Round and square?" the young man couldn't figure out the meaning of the design of the ring, but he felt that if he stood on it, it should be very majestic!

"Start my journey here, win or ...... Die!"

His feet went up another step, only to find a figure in front of him.

"Boy, are you serious?"

A young man in a white shirt with a sword behind his back stared at him and asked.

"Get out of the way!" Bu Qingyang didn't talk nonsense.

"If you have the ability, pass from me!" the young man looked clear, but there was a compelling arrogance between his eyebrows, and he was condescending, with a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth.

Bu Qingyang glanced at him, then groped around for a while, and took out Ji Ershao's gold medal.

"Do you recognize this, if you don't get out of the way, I can ask Elder Keqing to come and ask you to get out of the way!" Bu Qingyang's tone was cold.

He didn't lie, the gold medal was equivalent to Ji Ershao himself, and of course he had the right to dispatch the elders of Ling Yan Pavilion.

The young man opened his mouth, but he held back again, and turned to the side stupidly, which was considered to give way.

Bu Qingyang took the gold medal into his arms and continued to climb up.

"Boy, don't let me really run into you later!" the boy threatened.

"Noise!"

"You ......" The young man was furious and wanted to pull out the sword behind his back, but in the end he held back.

There are 8 teenagers sitting there resting on the edge of the ring, plus the one just now, exactly 9!

Shi Shuang's information is not wrong.

Bu Qingyang didn't care what the eyes of those people were, he climbed all the way to the top of the stone steps, and the first-class arena was already under his feet.

"The scenery here is just good, and it's comfortable to watch!"

In fact, except for the bare stone rings and stone steps, where does the scenery come from!

A large ship landed last, and it was the elders on duty, who were in charge of supervising the disciples of the competition so that they would not be too seriously injured in the fight!

Once the elders were in place, the game was about to begin.

At this time, a large spaceship flew at the foot of the mountain, and when everyone looked at it, it was a colorful boat.

As soon as the boat fell, a crowd of people came out of it, and when everyone saw it, they couldn't help but light up!

It was a row of beautiful girls with flowers and branches, and the one who led the way was Shi Shuang!

Xiling Camp!

Shi Shuang brought out a whole battalion of beautiful girl monks!

Shi Shuang, who was dressed in a white shirt, took the lead in climbing along the stone steps in front, and behind her, the female warriors of the Xiling camp looked solemn and lined up neatly, and under the attention of many young monks, they walked up to the viewing area of the first-class ring!

Seeing this scene, Bu Qingyang couldn't help but be happy.

This Shishuang really has some means, and in one night, mortal kung fu will clean up those unruly female cultivators!

"Is she here to demonstrate to me, or is she here to cheer me on?"

Those female cultivators all looked beautiful and beautiful, but they lined up neatly and did not mess up at all, which caused those young disciples to be amazed, and they stretched their necks one by one, and their saliva was about to flow down.

"Dang!" A crisp bell pulled these young minds back.

The competition has officially begun.

In the 8 rings below, all disciples stood up first, but only in the ring at the feet of Bu Qingyang, there was no one in sight.

"Why didn't anyone go up?" the elder on duty felt inexplicable!

"Are you all waiting to see me look foreign?" Bu Qingyang understood what those 9 people meant, it seemed that if he didn't go up, this ring would probably remain empty.

"I'll go first, sooner or later!"

Thinking of this, he descended the steps and walked to the ring.

"You, go down!" said one of the elders on duty, pointing down the hill with his hand.

"I'm here, not going anywhere!" Bu Qingyang said in a calm tone.

"This is not the place for you, make no mistake!" the elder reprimanded sternly.

Bu Qingyang stood there silently.

"Do you really want to go up?" Seeing that Bu Qingyang was so persistent, the elder frowned, with a displeased look on his face.

Bu Qingyang nodded.

"Hmph, if you want to go up to die, then go up, don't blame me for not pulling you then!" the elder said with a naked threat.

"No!"

Bu Qingyang took out the jade card, handed it to the elders, and went straight to the ring.

"Wow! This ring is so big!"

Standing on it, I found that this ring is afraid that there is a radius of 50 zhang, which is enough to run horses inside!

He walked to the center of the ring and stood still.

"Who's up up to challenge?" the elder asked exclaimed.

"I'm coming!" a rough voice sounded, and a person jumped up from under the ring.

Bu Qingyang saw that this person had a dark complexion and a burly figure, and he was a good practitioner at first glance.

"This man doesn't seem to be one of the nine!" he thought.

"The Lin family in the border city, Lin Shaohai challenges Brother Xian!" the person who came hugged his fists and greeted Bu Qingyang.

Bu Qingyang hadn't heard of this person's name, he thought he was a disciple of a small family, and he wanted to take advantage of him, or maybe the 9 disciples sent him to test his reality.

But look at this Lin Shaohai, holding a long knife in his hand, the head of the knife is black, it should be made of dark iron and secret gold, but the handle of the knife is a little strange, it is made of an unknown tree vine, which looks strange.

"This knife handle is made of thousand-year-old withered blood vines, and it is hard and tenacious. My Lin family is known for its windward knife technique, and with this rattan handle, the knife technique is even more weird and changeable, brother Tai be careful!"

"In the next step Qingyang, disciple of Tianxuan Sect, what about the blade......" He pulled out the iron short sword on his waist with one hand!

"Huh......" As soon as his hand touched the hilt of the sword, the short sword immediately felt a strange sensation.

There seemed to be a faint suction, inhaling the aura of Bu Qingyang's right hand into the sword body.

This suction force seems to be slow, but in a stunned effort, it sucks in most of the white mist-like aura in Bu Qingyang's body!

After the iron sword absorbed the aura, it immediately changed, and Bu Qingyang felt that the weight of the sword suddenly increased, as if it was more than ten times the original, but it was light and fluttering in his hand, and it didn't take any effort!

What a strange iron sword!

"Let's begin!" the elder urged impatiently.

"Brother Bu, then I'll attack first!"

Lin Shaohai shouted, his momentum soared suddenly, the two were separated by a zhang, he waved the big knife in his hand, and approached Bu Qingyang with a stride, his hands were staggered, and the black knife head did not carry a trace of wind, and slashed down obliquely from the left side of Bu Qingyang.

The big knife is heavy, the arm is long, on the short sword of step Qingyang, he has the advantage in the weapon, if step Qingyang is resistant, the short sword is bound to be knocked away, if you want to dodge, then the Lin family's knife skills are changeable, just one change of move, you can cover him under the blade, and he must be passive everywhere!

Bu Qingyang's feet kicked back and flashed sharply, the blade slashed against his face, he didn't wait for Lin Shaohai to change his moves, the short sword smashed into the back of the big knife, Lin Shaofeng's arms made a force, and the tough blade immediately transmitted the power to the knife head, rebounding upward, wanting to take advantage of the situation to fly to Qingyang's short sword.

Bu Qingyang didn't pay attention to it, his sword was empty, and he didn't use force, the short sword was knocked high by the head of the knife, but Bu Qingyang slammed forward, swinging his sword and slashing at Lin Shaohai's hilt.

This sudden attack, Lin Shaohai wanted to retract the knife head was too late, he fought the knife shaft is made of thousand-year-old vines, not afraid of any blade smashing, twisted his hands, turned the blade and slashed towards Bu Qingyang's waist!

If this knife is sharpened by him, Bu Qingyang will have to be cut off!

But Bu Qingyang didn't retreat at all, and the short sword in his hand slashed at the hilt like lightning!