Chapter 1272: The Contest Begins

"Are you sending me back?" Qin Shi was stunned, revealing a somewhat puzzled expression.

Wan Yue nodded with a chuckle, and then with a wave of her jade hand, an extremely astonishing picture emerged, making Qin Shi open his mouth wide when he saw this, very shocked.

With Wanyue's jade hand, I saw that the empty stone square rose with fluorescence, and the fluorescence merged into the endless heavenly river, and for a while, the sky became a bright galaxy, and countless stars were dotted, like smiling eyes, blinking and blinking, forming a whirlpool.

Staring at the vortex that finally condensed, Qin Shi felt an extremely strong spatial power from it, as if he could penetrate time and space.

"This, this is, a space wormhole?" Qin Shi opened his mouth in shock.

Wanyue tapped the head of the mantis.

Receiving the affirmation, Qin Shi was even more surprised, you must know that the spatial impulse, especially like this, connects the space wormhole of the two domains, which requires an extremely large amount of spiritual power to create, and that kind of spiritual power is so huge that it can be cultivated around the Wanyue Bounded Realm, and it is not something that can be displayed at will.

Don't forget, at the beginning of the Demon Charm Competition, the space wormhole that the Sword Sect connected to the chaotic domain was created by Fang Qing and the elders of the consummation level of countless domain realms, that's it, it has been used for half a month, how could Wanyue create such a wormhole at this time?

"Boy, don't be surprised, maybe you have to go to other domains, I don't have anything to do, but if you say the Sword Sect, it's not difficult, this wormhole was created by Fang Qing and I thousands of years ago, and we wanted to attack the Sword Sect at that time, but it was only later that the two domains were reconciled, so I didn't need to use it, and now it's you." ”

"Eh, attack the Sword Sect?" Qin Shi smashed his tongue, the Refining Domain and the Sword Sect still had this kind of grudge thousands of years ago?

"Okay, don't be in a daze, if you don't hurry up, even if it's a spatial wormhole, I'm afraid you'll be too late. Wan Yue smiled.

Qin Shi was stunned for a moment, and then he became anxious, indeed, there are only a few hours left before the start of the competition, and if it is delayed, it will really be too late.

"Then thank you seniors. ”

"If you want to thank you, you can thank yourself, if Lingsha has any mistakes, I won't let you go, this is what you earned yourself. Wanyue was very direct, and immediately paused and said: "This space wormhole has not been activated for thousands of years, and there are many broken places along the way, I will send you back, if you say it yourself, it is estimated that something will happen." ”

Qin Shi thought about it, but didn't insist, after all, if there was a problem with the spatial wormhole, it would really be fatal, and he couldn't joke with his life.

Wanyue nodded with satisfaction, and then with a wave of her jade hand, a residual light wrapped the two of them, and with a bang, it turned into a beam of light and rushed into the galaxy.

......

Far away, the Sword Sect.

The Sword Sect's annual disciple competition is about to start, and nearly a million disciples have gathered in the central square of the Sword Sect.

As far as the Sword Sect is concerned, this year's disciple competition is even more valued than the Divine Domain Sacrifice and the Rune Demon Competition, after all, this is related to the quota of the Sword Shrine Holy Spirit Hall and the highest glory of the Sword Sect.

Many disciples are gearing up.

As early as half a month ago, for this annual disciple competition, the elders of the Sword Sect began to prepare, and above the central square, they used their spiritual power to create a suspended platform, on which an extremely sacred sword was crisscrossed and intertwined.

The shape of that sword is the spirit of the Sword Sect, and it is also the highest glory of the Sword Sect.

In the four circles of the suspended platform, there are several seats that rise into the air, in the center of the seat, there is a high platform, and on the high platform, there are two dragon chairs.

From a distance, it was easy for the world to see that these two dragon chairs would be the highest enforcer of the Sword Sect, that is, Fang Qing.

But what makes people wonder is another.

"W-what's going on?"

"That's right, how come there are two dragon chairs? Isn't there only one every year?" Seeing the two dragon chairs, countless disciples and elders were puzzled.

In the group of elders, Jian Qing frowned slightly, and then he shouted angrily: "Zhao Xu, you give me an explanation, what do these two dragon chairs mean?"

Zhao Xu, the elder in charge of the viewing platform, these two dragon chairs are naturally from him.

When he heard this, he leaned over to Jianqing and said with a smile: "Elder Jianqing, why are you having such a big temper." ”

"Why are you so angry?" Jian Qing snorted coldly and said angrily: "Then you tell me, why are there two equal dragon chairs this year? Do you think that in my sect, apart from Sect Master Fang Qing, there are still people who are qualified to do that position, right?"

"Oh, that's it. Zhao Yu smiled expectedly: "Hehe, that dragon chair, of course, is prepared for Elder Zhang Hun, indeed, in my sect, Sect Master Fang Qing is of course the highest law enforcer, but after all, Elder Zhang Hun is also the head of the Supreme Elder, he watched Sect Master Fang Qing grow up, I thought about it before and after, I think there should be nothing wrong with him doing this position." ”

"You're ......!" Jian Qing's eyes fired.

"Jianqing, don't be angry. But suddenly, a very majestic voice resounded, and Fang Qing had already appeared on the high platform.

She is still in the light and plain long dress, very dignified.

"Sect Master, but this ......!" Seeing Fang Qing, Jian Qing was obviously much calmer, he thought that if Fang Qing hadn't appeared in time just now, he would probably have the heart to tear that Zhao Xiang apart.

Without giving Jian Qing a chance to speak, Fang Qing interrupted him and said, "Jian Qing, that's enough, what Elder Zhao Yu said is right, if it is calculated according to seniority, Elder Zhang Hun will still be above me, if he doesn't sit in this position, I will be even less qualified." ”

"But the domain owner...... Rules!" Jian Qing shouted in a deep voice.

But suddenly, Fengsha leaned out and stopped him.

"Fengsha senior!" Jian Qing seemed to see a savior.

However, the wind and sand shook his head at him, signaling him to stop arguing.

At this time, a withered figure fell from the sky, his appearance was very dazzling, even more than Fang Qing's, with the appearance of this figure, there was an extremely arrogant smile: "Haha, once a year, the annual disciple competition is finally going to start." ”

"Zhang Hun!" "The itch of the root of the sword's teeth.

"Elder Zhang Hun. Zhang Hun landed on the high platform equal to Fang Qing, and Fang Qing smiled faintly.

Zhang Hun stroked his beard and smiled: "Hehe, Qing'er, I haven't seen you for half a year, and your cultivation has improved again." ”

"Hehe, isn't Uncle Hun too. Fang Qing sneered, and his jade eyes stared at Zhang Hun, revealing a few hints of unexpected jealousy.

The wind and sand were also stunned below, and the old eyes were cold: "In the past six months, this old guy's cultivation has improved so much? It seems that it won't be long before he will enter the realm." ”

"What?" Jian Qing was a little surprised beside him: "Elder Fengsha, you said that Zhang Hun is about to enter the realm?"

Zhang Hun stepped into the realm realm, it stands to reason that this should be a happy event for the Sword Sect, after all, in the past ten thousand years, no domain in the eight domains has been able to have two realms at the same time, which is likely to make the Sword Sect break the balance of the eight domains and stand out.

However, when they got the news, the faction elders who had followed Fang Qing in the past involuntarily showed a few traces of worry at this time.

Fengsha sighed: "Well, it shouldn't be far away." ”

When Jian Qing heard this, he clenched his fists tightly: "Could it be that it is going to happen in the end?"

They could all imagine what chaos would happen to the Sword Sect when Zhang Hun reached the realm realm.

Two major factions, smoke everywhere.

Fang Qing also frowned, feeling inexplicably uneasy in his heart.

However, seeing the jealous gazes of Fang Qing and Fang Qing's faction elders, Zhang Hun seemed to enjoy it very much, and laughed: "Indeed, I have been lucky in the past half a year, and I have been lucky enough to touch the shackles of that level. ”

"That's congratulations. Fang Qingyu's eyes were cold.

Zhang Hun could naturally feel the coldness, but he smiled disappreliantly: "Hehe, compared to you, I'm still far behind, Qi Qing has taught you all her life's experience, you don't want to insult her prestige, you have to lead the Sword Sect 'correctly'." ”

Fang Qing nodded with a sneer: "This doesn't worry Uncle Lao Hun anymore." ”

Zhang Hun simply stopped answering, paused, and said: "Alas, you tell me, these juniors are really, I deliberately told them, you don't have to get these for me, I just sit in a row with them, as a result, they have to make me a chair here, Qing'er, look at this......"

"Hehe, Uncle Zhang Hun said with a smile, with your qualifications in the Sword Sect, you should indeed sit here. Fang Qing interrupted Zhang Hun.

Zhang Hun smiled with satisfaction: "Then I'll trust it once." ”

Fang Qing ignored it, turned around and stared at the ring that was suspended in the center.

In the ring, there is an upside-down hourglass of time like a waterfall, the hourglass is like a sword, and at the top, there is a golden dragon.

Seeing that the hourglass was about to end, when the hourglass ended, that is, the auspicious day of the opening of the annual disciple competition, the audience gradually became nervous, condensate, and boiling.

The hearts of millions of disciples flowed with the hourglass.

Bite!

The last grain of sand finally fell at this time, and in an instant, the sand particles seemed to have demonic nature, and instantly turned into crazy waves, spreading across the 10,000-meter Sword Sect Square.

The audience held their breath.

Fang Qing finally stood up at this time, she was independent, and she whispered softly in a voice that was enough for the audience to hear clearly: "The auspicious time has come, disciples, I hereby officially announce that my sect's annual annual disciple competition, now, officially, begins!"

"Whoa!!"

At that moment, the audience boiled.

Fang Qing announced the opening of the competition, and the elder in charge of law enforcement stood up and announced: "The competition is open, this competition is divided into three stages, the first stage is a million auditions, I will divide the millions of disciples of my sect into fifteen battlefields, conduct auditions, each audition, fifty winners will be selected from them, and they will have the opportunity to enter the second stage, and now, I will start to distribute the team!"

With that, the elder's palms were clasped together, and in an instant, millions of rays of light and shadows shot out, and from the high platform in the center, a screen of phantoms was suspended, and above, the names of the disciples of the fifteen groups of teams were listed vertically and horizontally.