According to the order of the draw brought back by Guo Linsheng, the next day, it was the turn of Ma Fei, a disciple of the Aoki Palace, to play, and the opponents were the three disciples sent by the Dusk Cloud Sect, the Jade Qiangong Palace, and the Haotian Sect. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Ma Fei performed well in the first game, killing Sun Zhongjie, a disciple of the Dusk Cloud Sect, within five moves. However, when facing Li Sijia, a member of the Yuqian Palace, he seemed powerless, and was directly cut into two pieces by the other party with a long knife, and died on the spot.

Taiyimen is responsible for accounting for the prizes taken out by each participating sect, and each sect can get at least three or more entries according to the value. Including Chai Ning, Guiyuanzong has a total of six places for this competition. According to the rules of the big game: if you win one game, you will be qualified to continue to the next game. The contestants are defeated and lose their corresponding places.

According to the different attributes, exercises, battles, etc., the Spring Contest has set up a total of 52 different awards. This means that out of thousands of participants, only 52 will survive.

Of course, winning isn't the only way to survive. Contestants can admit defeat in public. It's just that their sect often doesn't agree with such a shameful approach. This means that the result of being a cowardly and fearful monk who admits defeat will either be known in public by his sect, or he will be crushed by the angry sect master as an example to intimidate others.

Yang Tianhong had already seen the true purpose of the ancient monks to set up the Spring Day Competition.

Only the elite who wins at the end will be rewarded handsomely. This meant that these winners were able to possess a deep cultivation capital that far surpassed that of ordinary monks. Throughout the cultivation world, monks with fame and strength often win in the Spring Competition. Because of the restriction of the five layers of Qi refining, this kind of competition only needs to be participated in once in a lifetime, and it can benefit immensely.

Of course, the premise is that you have to live to the end and fight to the end.

Guo Linsheng's order of participation made Guiyuanzong have two games ahead.

On the third day, Hong Tao, a disciple of Gengjin Palace, came on the field and won two people in a row, but in the third competition, he encountered Ke Yu, a disciple of Haotianmen, and was stabbed through the heart by the other party.

Hong Tao is a disciple that Guo Linsheng values a lot, and he is also the strongest contestant among the disciples sent by the Guiyuan Sect this time. Before the game, Hong Tao received special guidance from Guo Linsheng, although his strength was only the fifth layer of qi refining, it was enough to face the opponent of the seventh layer of qi refining.

Taiyi Palace has done a very good job in the convergence of the dead, whether it is Ma Fei, who was killed in battle the day before, or Hong Tao, who was just killed, the corpses were cleaned and cleaned, and they were put into two high-grade coffins and placed in the small building assigned to the Guiyuan Sect.

Guo Linsheng looked at the coffin containing Hong Tao and was silent.

He has always believed that Hong Tao is the most potential disciple among all the disciples, and he is also the contestant who is most likely to win the "gold" attribute single championship in this year's competition.

Ke Yu, a disciple of Haotianmen, was extremely powerful, and it was only two minutes before and after the battle, beating Hong Tao to a defeat, and finally killing Hong Tao with one shot in the case of absolute superiority.

They are also all fifth-order Qi refining cultivators, why is there such a big difference in strength?

Could it be that there really is a super genius in this world?

In this year's Spring Competition, there is no hope for Guiyuan Sect to win again. The ending is just to add prizes to other sects in vain and make others stronger.

This is the survival of the fittest among cultivation sects.

However, this practice is also absolutely fair. A fifth-order Qi refining cultivator is equivalent to an ordinary person to some extent. Let a group of ordinary people fight to the death to get a big prize, and no high-ranking monk will object to this practice.

Yes, it's a gamble.

If you are willing to gamble, you must admit defeat.

As a result of the next competition, Guiyuanzong still failed miserably.

On the seventh day, Yu Heng, a disciple of the Houtu Palace, came on the field, and was defeated by Feng Jinhong, a disciple of the Black Water Sect, and was pierced through his body by the other party by driving the earth into thorns, and died on the spot.

On the ninth day, Lu Zhixuan, a disciple of the Flame Palace, came on the field, and was released by Chen Gao, a disciple of Qixiamen, and burned it into charcoal, which was unrecognizable.

In the afternoon of the same day, Chai Ning went on the field to play against Bai Hanwen, a disciple of the Black Water Sect, and successfully confused him with the method of formation diagrams, Bai Hanwen fell into a confused illusion and sprayed blood to death.

Although he got back, Chai Ning himself was seriously injured by Bai Hanwen's maze, so that his cultivation was greatly reduced, and he fell to a level and became a fourth-order qi refiner.

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At night, Guo Linsheng, who was full of sadness, stood in front of the open window with his hands behind his back, silently watching the world that had disappeared into darkness outside.

Divination is a bit of a nihilistic thing. However, there are always things that cannot be proved by reason.

The results of the previous divination, the hexagram did show that Yang Tianhong was the change factor in this spring competition. Guo Linsheng had no malicious intent, and he never thought of taking Yang Tianhong to Taiyimen to die. His promise to Zhang Shuo was true, and he really just brought Yang Tianhong over to have a look, nothing more.

Hong Tao is very strong, and he is a metallic disciple who has rarely been praised by Guo Linsheng for decades. It is precisely because of Hong Tao and the hexagram that Yang Tianhong is quite special, Guo Linsheng feels that in this Spring Competition, Guiyuan Sect should have a great chance to win a single championship and win extremely rich prizes.

In the next room, there was a faint cry from Zhang Xuanru, a disciple of the Spirit Water Palace.

Guo Linsheng couldn't help but feel upset.

He hates Zhang Xuanru, a female disciple who is afraid of death. But Guo Linsheng also understands that this is not Zhang Xuanru's fault. Survival is human instinct. Tomorrow it will be Zhang Xuanru's turn to play, and anyone who knows the date of his death will be terrified, and even completely lose his mind by being frightened by life.

Zhang Xuanru could not win.

Today, it is the ninth day of the spring competition.

The monks who have been able to fight until now have at least gone through more than one life-and-death struggle. A monk like Zhang Xuanru, who didn't start participating until the tenth day, can only be said to be lucky and survived a few more days.

This is also good news for players from other sects. That means that the opponent is a rookie who is a first-time fighter, and he simply takes the initiative to wash his neck and stretch it out for himself to cut at will.

The cries in the next room faded away, and the surroundings became quiet again.

In the distance, in other small buildings, there was a slight noise of shouts, shouts, and laughter.

That's what the other sects that have won so far are celebrating. Taiyi Palace provided free wine and food to all sects, enough for them to be happy for a whole night.

Suddenly, there was a violent tremor in the next room. It seems that a lot of things have been knocked to the ground, making a chaotic sound of "Ding Zero". Immediately after, Guo Linsheng heard indistinct scolding and low roars, and then there was a dull and heavy collision.

After a few minutes, the door was pushed open from the outside, and Zhang Yan, the head disciple of the Flame Hall with an iron face, walked in with Zhang Xuanru. Just behind them, there was also Wang Yanfeng, a disciple of the foundation of the Flame Palace, who was firmly clasped by the shoulders of the others and couldn't move.

There was a lot of commotion, and other people who were resting in a few other rooms also came over. Yang Tianhong helped the injured Chai Ning to a chair and sat down, and he stood next to him and watched silently.

Guo Linsheng turned around, swept over Zhang Xuanru and the others with a sharp and cold gaze, and finally fell on Zhang Yan, whose lips were pursed, and asked lightly: "Say, what's the matter?"

Zhang Yan lowered his head, and the expression on his face was very complicated. It seemed to take a great deal of determination for him to open his lips slightly, and one by one he uttered a low, hoarse voice from between his teeth.

"Senior Brother Wang...... I want to elope with Senior Sister Zhang. ”

Wang Yanfeng likes Zhang Xuanru, this is something that many people in the Guiyuan Sect know, and it is not a secret.

Without waiting for Guo Linsheng to speak, Wang Yanfeng had already broken free from the hands of the two foundation building disciples, and fell to the ground with a "plop".

He knocked his head at Guo Linsheng a few times in a row, the amplitude was extremely large, and he was full of strength, he didn't use the spiritual energy to protect his body, his forehead hit the ground heavily, the hard green bricks broke the flesh, and the blood flowed down from the top of his head, slowly spreading along both cheeks.

"Ask Uncle Shi's permission, I am willing to pay for my life, I only ask Uncle Shi to allow Xuanru to admit defeat on the field tomorrow. In this way, I will die without regrets!"

"Don't!"

Zhang Xuanru's screams were particularly piercing in the dark night. She desperately squeezed over from the crowd, grabbed Wang Yanfeng's shoulders, and cried and shouted: "This is my own business, whether I die or not, it has nothing to do with you." ”

Wang Yanfeng straightened up and roared at Zhang Xuanru: "If you want to die, I will die alone, no matter what, you must live!"

Looking at the pair of men and women who hugged each other and cried together, Guo Linsheng's yin face showed a hint of sarcasm.

"Tut-tut-tut! It's really touching that you love me. They all said that they were going to die, and they all said that they wanted the other one to live. It's like I'm a monster who specializes in breaking people's marriages. ”

Speaking of this, Guo Linsheng glanced at Zhang Yan: "You seemed to tell me just now that they wanted to elope, why did they become like this now?"

Zhang Yan's face suddenly turned red. I stuttered for a long time, and I couldn't say a word.

He's an honest guy and doesn't lie.

The original thing was indeed that Wang Yanfeng planned to elope with Zhang Xuanru. It's just that after being discovered by other disciples and being caught, one has become one to die for one, and one to fight for the other's life.

Guo Linsheng stared at the bleeding Wang Yanfeng for a long time, then suddenly rushed over and slapped him hard with a wave of his hand.

turned around and slapped Zhang Xuanru with the same force.

On the faces of the two men and women, incomparably clear blood-colored palm prints suddenly appeared. The force was too great, Wang Yanfeng and Zhang Xuanru couldn't keep their figures, so they staggered on the spot, and finally screamed to restore their balance.

"It has been tens of thousands of years since the Guiyuan Patriarch founded this sect. ”

"Everyone in the world knows that immortals are good, but they can't forget fame and fortune. If you don't have a resolute and resolute Dao heart, you naturally can't talk about any cultivation success. ”

"Ma Fei, Hong Tao, Yu Heng, Lu Zhixuan, don't they know that playing on the field means danger? Don't they understand that being alive is the fundamental? However, the rules of the Spring Day Competition are here, and if they are not as good as others, they can only compensate with death. ”

As he spoke, Guo Linsheng unbuckled his belt, opened the placket of his robe, and exposed his chest in front of everyone.

There were two strip-like scars more than half a meter long, slanting down from the left shoulder to the right abdomen, running through the entire body.

"I entered the Guiyuan Sect at the age of twelve, and at the age of nineteen, I participated in the Spring Great Competition as a fifth-order disciple of Qi refining. From the first day of the battle to the fifteenth day of the decisive battle, a total of seven battles of life and death were experienced. The practice of drawing lots to determine the ranking is really unfair. Some people only need to go through three battles, while others are very unlucky, and they have to go through a maximum of eleven games before and after. I thought I would win easily, but at the last minute, I was hit hard by my opponent. ”

"I don't want to die, but there's only one way to live. There is no other way. ”

"I survived that battle. Since then, the rich rewards have made my cultivation foundation a reality, and only then have I have today's Jindan Dao. ”

After speaking, Guo Linsheng's face was miserable, he looked up to the sky and laughed, turned around, looked at the dark world outside with tired and distracted eyes, and stopped speaking.

They are all his own disciples, and he can't kill the two of them ruthlessly no matter what.

They are wrong, but they can all understand it.

There is really too much difference between a person who has just embarked on the path of cultivation and a high-level cultivator who has achieved cultivation in terms of mood and feelings.

It is no wonder that the ancient monks only allowed fifth-order Qi refining disciples to participate in the Spring Competition. On the one hand, it is to experience life and death, and on the other hand, it is also to hope that other young people can hone their Dao hearts in this way.

Zhang Xuanru was still on her knees, sobbing quietly.

Yang Tianhong walked over slowly, patted her on the shoulder, and said in a gentle voice that was not very big, but enough for everyone in the room to hear, "Get up first! Things are not as bad as you think." Tomorrow, you will win. ”

Zhang Xuanru glanced at him, and the sad expression on her face did not ease in the slightest.

She instinctively thought that this was just Yang Tianhong's kind words to comfort herself.

Others think similarly. Comfort is comfort, defeat and killing, this is already the fate of Zhang Xuanru to be decided tomorrow.

Yang Tianhong said again: "You won't die, you can win." ”

With his back to everyone, Guo Linsheng couldn't see the expressions of others. But it can be guessed from the movement behind him that no one agrees with Yang Tianhong's words.

I don't know why, Guo Linsheng suddenly felt a twitch in the corners of his eyes, and an indescribable excitement was gradually expanding in the depths of his heart.

Of course, he remembered his hexagram.

He has always been good at divination.

Moreover, the accuracy rate is very high.

......

The tenth day of the spring day.

Peng Li of the Moyun Sect was small in stature, but he was unusually agile and agile. A pair of sharp short spears more than half a meter long were held in his hands, and they always stabbed straight at the opponent's unexpected angle, either causing serious injuries and incapacitation, or killing on the spot.

Most male monks don't like water attribute exercises. However, one's own attributes are innate, and no matter how hard you try, it is impossible to change the fixed attributes of the five elements in the body. Some people even jokingly said: "Men who practice water attribute exercises are all sissies." ”

Peng Li abhorred this statement. He grew up by the river and was already proficient in water by the age of four. In order to subsidize the family, the doll at the water's edge has been fishing for shrimp since childhood. Peng Li took a unique path, and at the age of six, he held a boat on the river and ferried guests to earn commissions.

Peng Li is no stranger to murder.

When he was nine years old, he sent a boatload full of seven guests into the water to "cook wontons".

It was a despicable practice of rowing the ferry to the center of the river, plunging into the water, diving under the boat, pulling out the pre-set plug at the bottom of the boat, and pouring a large amount of river water into the cabin. The non-waterborne guests panicked and fell into the water one by one. Peng Li held a sharp knife in his mouth, saw the opportunity to touch it, stabbed it through the throat and bleed, and then took away the bag containing money from the dying merchant.

Not all monks are good people. Among them, there are also many Jiangyang thieves, fierce and cruel people. Some sects only look at their qualifications, and their conduct is not the key to becoming immortals. Although Peng Li started late, he had a lot of combat experience, coupled with his ruthlessness and unscrupulous behavior, he naturally became the most optimistic disciple of the Moyun Sect in this Spring Competition.

Zhang Xuanru, who walked on the field, was full of misery, and her pink and white dress looked like a mourning dress specially tailored for a dead person. She had a short knife at her waist, very small, and the scabbard was inlaid with various gold beads and jade, which looked very luxurious. But those who really know about jewelry will understand at a glance that it is nothing more than a worthless thing for ordinary people to amuse themselves with all kinds of cheap materials.

There were hundreds of people who died at Peng Li's hands. With a spicy eye, he immediately judged that Zhang Xuanru was a young man who had no combat experience and stepped on this kind of life and death arena for the first time.

Peng Li curled the corners of his mouth, revealing a hint of undisguised sarcasm.

This battle will be won very easily.

Zhang Xuanru looked terrified. She's been walking back and forth in the ring, like a headless fly in a cramped cage. The distance between the two people is not too far, in Peng Li's sight, this stupid woman is full of flaws, and she can easily stab her vital point with a casual shot.

But why did this damn woman wear a set of white clothes? This overall color is really close to the environment around the arena, it looks like the outline is blurred, and it also changes slightly as Zhang Xuanru keeps walking, and it seems to blend into the scenery in the field of vision at any time.

“****！”

Peng Li scolded in a low voice, raised his right hand, and rubbed his somewhat sour eyes.

The sun had already risen behind Zhang Xuanru, and the strong light made it impossible for Peng Li to look directly, even if he wanted to distinguish Zhang Xuanru's specific location, it was very difficult. If you stare at each other for a little longer, you will feel very tired, your eyes will be dry, and your vision will be blurred.

A quick fix is the best way to solve a problem.

The referee monk had just struck the golden gong and announced the start of the competition, and Peng Li couldn't wait to pick up the special technique he was best at, which was to glide quickly on the water, brandished a short gun, and stabbed straight at Zhang Xuanru, who was still standing in place, full of horror and seemed to be at a loss.

There's nothing easier than taking out this mother-in-law.