Zhen Yinjian's heart froze, he didn't expect that the cultivation of this Donghua Imperial Disciple would be so high, and it seemed that his current cultivation did not have much advantage. However, when he saw the innate realm cultivation emanating from Uncle Tai's body, he couldn't help but laugh.

"This kid is a big cowhide, and he doesn't seem to be a formal disciple!"

"Then what is the importance of the total income people?" Zhen Yinjian continued to ask.

"This is to pay attention to the fact that 6,000 monks take 500, and 100 people stay in the secret realm bloody battle!" Uncle Tai said loudly, as if reciting a sentence.

"To put it simply, in this glass dragon competition, it is divided into primary selection, secondary selection and secret realm battle. The primary and secondary selections are one-on-one, with each monk fighting several battles, and once they lose a round, they are eliminated. In the end, there are as many as 500 monks left in the re-election, and then these 500 people will participate in the secret realm blood battle, enter the secret realm of my Donghua Palace, and determine the final 100 people according to the completion of the final task. These 100 people will be the new batch of introductory disciples of this sect's Glass Dragon Competition. Uncle Tai really touched his chicken nest-like hair and said.

"The competition is so big, and only a hundred disciples are taken at a time?" Zhen Yinjian was shocked. If the final 100 people out of 6,000 are selected to join the sect, it will be very difficult.

"Alas, the competition is a little bigger, but who told us that Donghua Yushu has deep roots. Let me tell you, even these 100 places were won with great difficulty. You must know that between the various factions in the Donghua Imperial Palace, the battle for places is the hottest, how can it be casually given to outsiders?" Uncle Tai Zhen added.

"And don't underestimate these ten disciples, these hundred disciples are really selected by the sect at all levels, and the cultivation resources distributed and the opportunities provided are higher than those disciples who are under the shade and determined by the faction. The sect is still very clear, which disciples are worth investing more resources!"

Zhen Yinjian touched his head, he knew that the internal relationship of this Donghua Imperial was more complicated, and there were many major factions, and it seemed that it was far more troublesome than Qihuang Zhengzong. If you want to stay until the end of this duel of 6,000 disciples of various sects, it is really difficult. Zhen Yinjian has always been in the Qihuang Authentic Sect, and he has no idea about the cultivation strength of the monks of the outer sect, and he doesn't know if he can have the last laugh.

When he was thinking about it, Zhen Yinjian suddenly set his mind on this secret realm blood battle, he had experience in the sect duel, what was this secret realm blood battle, he had to ask. When he asked about this secret realm duel, Uncle Tai really laughed.

"It's this secret realm bloody battle, and it's normal that the sects below you haven't heard of it, after all, the sects of the second and third grades will not have such a thing as a secret realm. This secret realm is a kind of ancient relic that the great power of this sect can use the means of reaching the heavens to open up the two realms and allow monks to enter and explore them. Generally, they are left by monks in the middle grade period, most of them are elixirs that are very old, some rare spirit beasts, and even exercises left by predecessors, among which the mysteries are varied, depending on the characteristics of the secret realm!"

"Because the secret realm is isolated from the world and hidden from things, even the great power cannot get a glimpse of what is happening in the secret realm, so after the sect monks enter, they will inevitably fight for treasures and elixirs, and the number of monks in this sect has been lost by hundreds in previous years. So in the end, the master gave an order, and all the secret realm exploration was carried out by the monks of the outer sect who participated in the Glass Dragon Competition. Since the monks of the outer sect have become more unscrupulous, and the methods of poisoning, assassination, and sneak attacks have repeatedly existed, this secret realm exploration mission has become a secret realm blood fighting mission!"

Uncle Tai really finished talking about some matters related to the bloody battle with the secret realm in one breath, and then rolled his eyes, waiting for Zhen Yinjian to continue to ask.

After listening to Uncle Tai's real description, Zhen Yinjian also had a trace of hesitation in his heart. I rarely get involved in this kind of life-and-death battle within the Qihuang Orthodox Sect, and I don't know how much I can adapt to. But not to mention, this Donghua Imperial way of selecting disciples is really bloody, and such a dangerous task can even be used as an assessment standard for entry.

However, it is understandable that as a unique four-grade sect of Yiyu, the arrogance of Donghua Yu is obvious. He didn't care about the life or death of the monks of the lower sect, the most obvious example was Wang Tianlu, who was deposed before.

Next, Zhen Yinjian asked some questions about the Donghua Imperial Glass Dragon Competition, not to mention, this uncle really answered that he was quite satisfied, and the 5,000 spirit gold flower was not too wronged!

"Brother Dao, hello to go! I wish you all the best this time, and finally get the quota of the 100 disciples of this sect!" Tai Shu sent Zhen Yinjian out, but the good words in his mouth never stopped. When Zhen Yinjian walked away, he was overjoyed, and he felt sweet when he looked at the spiritual gold package in his hand.

"With another 30,000 spirit gold, I can exchange it for that Tiancong Pill!" Thinking of this, Uncle Tai really couldn't close his mouth with a smile!

Donghua Treasure Land, a basin located under the arch of the peaks, has a beautiful name. At this time, there are dozens of rings outside Donghua Treasure Land, and the first competition of today's glass dragon competition has arrived.

Because it is the first comparison of 6,000 people, the person who presided over the big competition is not the master of a royal palace, but an elder, this person's cultivation is unfathomable, Zhen Yinjian can't guess his cultivation at all from a distance, and even the operation of the "Eye of Insight" can't even feel the energy in his body, which is really shocking.

"Welcome the monks of all sects to the 105th Glass Dragon Contest to participate in my Donghua Palace, the old man Mo Leng, Xi is the principal of the primary election. As in previous years, we will select 500 monks from the more than 6,000 who have signed up for the second round. The old man stressed once before Dabi that monks over the age of 30 should not participate in the competition. All the monks who have passed the primary selection will be sent by the sect to test their bone age, if you want to pass the test in a fool's way, don't blame the old man for being ruthless!"

The old man who called himself Mo Leng was dressed in a black robe, his face was covered with frost, and his words were terrifying, and as soon as he said this, more than a dozen people immediately withdrew from the ranks of 6,000 people. Mo Leng glanced at it, seemed to be a little satisfied, and a smile flashed on his face.

In the end, 6,000 people took turns to choose the lot, and a group of people divided into ten long lines to choose a bamboo stick from the purple bamboo material in front of them.

"One thousand three hundred and eleven!" Qiu Cheng took out his bamboo skewer and showed it to Zhen Yinjian with a smile.

"I'm number seven hundred and eighty!" Zhen Yinjian said, holding up his Zhu sign.

Luo Tian was silent, just took out his bamboo stick and showed it to the two of them, it turned out to be No. 88!

As for Wan Tiangang, as early as after the draw, this person disappeared into the crowd, and seemed unwilling to be in the same group of three.

"Everyone has their own abilities in this competition, I hope that this time one of us can pass the re-election and enter the final secret realm bloody battle!" Qiu Cheng smiled, revealing his white teeth.

Zhen Yinjian and Luo Tian also nodded and didn't say anything. As the former three-grade sect, there was a history of three people entering the Donghua Imperial Palace at the peak of Qihuang Zhengzong, and it is said that those three eventually became the elders of the sect, and the Qihuang Zhengzong during that period can be called the pinnacle of history, and they are among the best in the three-grade sect.

But since he was demoted to a second-grade sect, Qihuang Zhengzong has not been able to break into the final round of the Glass Dragon Competition for a hundred years, let alone be selected in the end!

So in fact, Lu Chuanshen sent Zhen Yinjian and the other five people to Donghua Yu because he knew the difficulty of this mission, and he had already planned to annihilate the whole army in his heart. Lu Chuanshen's mind just hoped that the five of them could get out of the way, but in the current situation, it was obviously impossible!

After all, Wang Tianlu has not yet entered the first competition and has been eliminated, and no one can tell whether this person is dead or alive!

Back in this preliminary competition, on the huge platform in front of him, there were thirty-six rings dotted around, and next to each ring, there was a disciple at the peak of the True Spirit Realm to monitor the ring to prevent accidents.

The cultivators of the outer sects who participated in the Glass Dragon Contest all had a glimpse of the true realm, and a very small number of them were innate realms, so a monk who had a perfect last realm of the true realm was enough to monitor a ring and avoid accidents.

Although this Donghua Yu didn't care about the life and death of the monks of the lower sect who were fighting in the preliminary round, fairness was still what they cared about.

"Five hundred and sixty-three, Qihuang Zhengzong Wan Tiangang, against No. 314, Tianhe Sect Zhu Meng, No. 13 ring!" The starting officer announced the information of the two sides of the battle and the ring with the help of a magic weapon like a rhino horn, and he didn't expect that less than half an hour later, a monk from Qihuang Zhengzong had already gone to battle!

I saw Wan Tiangang walking leisurely and slowly walking into the thirteenth ring, as if he was not participating in a life-and-death struggle but his self-performance.

Standing opposite him was a strong man with a height of nine feet, this man was bald and bearded, his body looked like a butcher, he was holding a black iron stick, and he looked fierce and inexplicable!

"Hehe, little guy, take the initiative to surrender, otherwise if you Zhu Ye goes down with this stick, it is estimated that he will be able to smash you all into meatloaf! Leave early, don't lose your life!" The strong man named Zhu Meng said angrily, who would have thought that this person would be so strong that he would be a member of the Tianhe Sect who is proud of his practice?

"Trash, meet me Wan Tiangang, let's have a good tire in the next life!" Wan Tiangang did not refuse at all, and looked at each other proudly.

"The game is on!" The referee next to him gave an order, and Zhu Meng rushed up like an enraged bison.

His huge body sprinted up and was not lost to ordinary monks at all, stepping step by step on the ring with a huge bang. The big man leaped up, and the black iron rod in his hand was wrapped in a black light thicker than his thigh, and he slashed at Wan Tiangang in the air!

"I'll die to my uncle!" Zhu Meng's eyes were split, obviously angered by the humiliation of Wan Tiangang just now, this stick was full of hatred, and a trace of light swept away oppressed several participating monks near the ring to take a few steps back, and their faces were shocked and defeated!