"The Beijing Grand Competition is not a real event, the real event is a gold list to win luck." A purple-robed young man appeared on the outskirts of Gyeonggi, looked at the people heading towards the capital, and said softly, "However, this four-year war contract should indeed be resolved, and after it is resolved, you can really leave Luoxia without the slightest nostalgia." ”

As he spoke, he held the red sword in his hand and walked forward slowly.

On the venue of the capital Dabi, the time for Dabi has not yet arrived, but there are more and more spectators outside, and when it reaches a certain level, measures will be taken, that is, only those who are highly cultivated can enter the audience at the venue, and other low-level martial artists are not qualified to watch.

Of course, there must be regrets, and low-level martial artists are not qualified to see the gold list to win luck. Therefore, this Beijing Dabi is like a gold list for them, and it is a big event.

"The time is coming, if he doesn't come, he will be eliminated directly, so that he will lose the four-year battle contract directly. Xu Tian suddenly spoke.

"Ahh

"If Lu Qingming doesn't arrive, it can be regarded as a loss. The referee looked at the time, and suddenly shouted loudly, doing this, if Lu Qingming has already arrived and has not yet arrived at the venue, he can also give him a reminder. If it really hasn't arrived, then there is really no way to eliminate it directly.

"The four-year war is in front of me, how can I not come?" The plain voice suddenly came out of the chaotic crowd, but suppressed the voices of countless onlookers.

Many ** happy, have turned their heads to look, there is a sharp edge in the crowd passing through, everywhere he goes, its sharpness makes people involuntarily give way to him.

He walked slowly, his expression was flat, his steps were steady, and every step seemed to carry a sword aura.

He walked to the front of the stage, stood still, and formed another force, an external sword with a sharp edge.

Above the castle tower, the gold-robed emperor's eyes narrowed, revealing a dangerous gaze.

"Turning into a god realm, interesting. ”

Lu Qingming stood in place, as if he had forgotten everything in the outside world, his eyes kept staring at the martial arts platform in front of him, motionless, and he didn't know what treasures on it attracted him.

The chief referee looked at the time again, nodded lightly to the other referees on the side, and then a supporter said: "Since this is the case, the time has come, then the triennial - Beijing Dabi, begins!"

"Drink!"

The sound of cheers began with the sound of the host, and instantly swayed, shaking the entire capital.

"Everyone knows the rules, the purpose of our capital competition is not to rank second, but to let young martial artists know what level they have reached. Therefore, the competition system of the big competition is the elimination system, and the 64 people who are eligible to participate in the big competition will play two and two, and 32 people will be decided, and then 16 people will be decided...... And so on. Therefore, not being able to squeeze into the back does not mean that he will lose to everyone who can advance, so you must not be discouraged because you lost in front. ”

What the host said was the long-standing system of the Beijing Dabi, which many people already knew, but he still had to repeat it, the purpose was to let the contestants not give up their fighting spirit because of temporary success or failure.

The host said something to pay attention to and asked the contestants to draw their own numbers, and the order of the battle will be started by the current numbers.

Lu Qingming looked at the number plate in his hand, it turned out to be No. 1, and he was the first to play.

Shook his head suddenly, a little speechless, but the number drawn by the last person to arrive was the first, and this world is really hard to guess.

"No. 1, Lu Qingming. No. 2, Zong Zhengjian. ”

"Hmm, there was a Ning Yuan Realm master in the first game, what is going on? It's incredible. "A lot of people have the same question.

However, Lu Qingming, like the other ten people in the Ning Yuan Realm, didn't care, when he was on it or not, anyway, the result didn't need to be known.

Zong Zhengjian is a genius martial artist of the half-step Condensing Yuan Realm, he is one of the more than twenty people who participated in the Great Competition of the Shura Sect this time, and moreover, the cultivation is a half-step Condensing Yuan Realm.

"Lu Qingming, although you are already in the Ning Yuan Realm, I don't believe that your small scattered cultivation strength can be so strong, and the half-step Ning Yuan Realm of our four pavilions can solve you casually. "Zong Zhengjian is a disciple of the sect, so naturally he is not satisfied with a loose cultivator who can reach the Ning Yuan Realm earlier than them.

In fact, most people are very dissatisfied with Lu Qingming and Ling Xiao, even if they are casual cultivators?

This Zong Zhengjian's voice was not loud, but it was not small, especially in the ears of the masters of the Ning Yuan Realm, it was even clearer. When Ling Xiao below heard this, his eyes narrowed, and his body revealed a very dangerous aura, which could be felt by the people standing beside him or the four pavilions.

He looked at the four pavilion disciples around him and snorted coldly, the meaning was self-evident.

At the same time, what happened on stage turned everyone's attention back.

Zong Zhengjian hadn't finished speaking, but he suddenly felt a gust of wind passing by, and then he lost consciousness.

Lu Qingming stood on the field, looked at Zong Zhengjian who was beaten out of the field with indifferent eyes, and suddenly said: "Since it's a martial arts competition, don't talk so much nonsense, it's really annoying to chatter." After saying that, he walked off the stage without looking back.

Many people were a little stunned, they really didn't expect that as a powerful Ning Yuan Realm master, they would actually use this kind of surprise attack to win. Although the others could see from his shot that his strength must be far stronger than Zong Zhengjian, it was precisely because of this that they were even more dissatisfied with Lu Qingming's behavior.

However, this competition has ended, and they can't do anything no matter how dissatisfied they are, and they found that Lu Qingming, as the party concerned, stood there listening to their public opinion attacks, but it was as if they didn't hear it. Since no matter how much they blame, the parties don't care, then they won't bother to speak.

"In the first game of the first round, Lu Qing won. "The referee makes a ruling. And so the battle ended.

The other matches in the first round were nothing to look at, none of the geniuses of the major Ning Yuan Realm met each other, and the other ones who did not reach the Ning Yuan Realm were definitely not opponents. Therefore, after Lu Qingming, all the masters of the Ning Yuan Realm were very quick to solve their opponents. It's just that they use light battles, which is a little different from Lu Qingming.

The second round was also played on the same day, so when the thirty-two battles of the first round were over, the second round of battles was immediately started.

In the second round, there were a total of sixteen battles, and the possibility of Ning Yuan Realm and Ning Yuan Realm meeting suddenly increased a lot, and in fact, there was indeed a battle that belonged to Ning Yuan Realm against Ning Yuan Realm.

The third scene.

"The third game of the second round, Xuanbing Pavilion, Han Yun, Shura Pavilion, Luo Madness. ”

Hearing this, Lu Qingming's eyes raised slightly, looking at Han Yun, but seeing that Han Yun was also looking at him, the two glanced at each other and nodded.

Han Yun, as the third disciple of the Xuanbing Pavilion, has this extremely high talent, he became a master of the Ning Yuan Realm at the age of nineteen, and is known as the "Ten Thousand Miles of Cold Ice Hand" on the Luoxia River and Lake, and his talent is higher than that of the second disciple Li Bei.

Luo Mad is a somewhat swarthy man, very tall, his face is full of arrogance and uninhibited, and he is somewhat similar to Yao Hai of the Golden Feather Pavilion, except that he is much stronger than Yao Hai.

The second disciple of the Shura Pavilion, the head of the Four Pavilions, advanced to the level of Ning Yuan for half a year, and his strength was even more powerful than some of the inner sect elders of the older generation, and he was definitely a person who should not be underestimated.

As the two of them came on the field, the audience outside suddenly became excited, and their eyes were wide open, lest they miss a section of the battle.

"Han Yun, Luo Mad! Sure enough, in the second round, there were Ning Yuan Realm masters who started to fight!"

"Han Yun is a thousand miles of cold ice hands, not many people have seen the kung fu of those cold ice hands, and I don't know if he will perform it once this time. ”

"Hehe, the reason why few people didn't see it was because almost all the people who saw it were dead, and ordinary people couldn't force out his cold hands. However, this time his opponent is Luo Mad of Shura Pavilion, and the strength of the two is equal, I am afraid that the hole cards of both of them will be forced out. ”

"If you look at it, you'll know!"

In the field, both of them are young people in their twenties, with extraordinary appearances, Han Yun is the same as Xu Tian, a little gentle and elegant, very calm. Although they seem to be approachable, they actually keep a certain distance from anyone.

Luo Madness, as his name suggests, is very crazy, his eyes always seem to be half-squinted like this, and he doesn't look at anyone in his eyes.

"Han Yun, I heard that your talent is one line higher than Li Bei, but I don't know what your strength is?" Luo Yan clasped his hands in front of his chest and said proudly at Han Yun.

"It's better than someone who hasn't made the slightest progress in a year. Han Yun said lightly.

Luo Yan's eyes suddenly narrowed even more.

What Han Yun said made sense and didn't make sense, Luo Qi had already reached the Ning Yuan Realm a year ago, and this year had passed and still not reached the peak of the early stage of Ning Yuan, so it could be said that there was no progress. However, he is much better than the older generation, his combat power is improving all the time, although his cultivation has not made great progress, but his strength has reached the point where he can leapfrog the challenge, even in the middle of the Ning Yuan Realm, he is not his opponent.

"It's true that your talent is high, but you still have to lose. ”

Luo Yan was about to continue to say something, but was interrupted by Han Yun, who looked at him with a strange face and said, "I suddenly feel that Lu Qingming is really good, and the twitter is really annoying." ”

Luo Yan's face changed suddenly, he was also a person from the Shura Pavilion, and he was compared by Han Yun with that Zong Zhengjian, as if he was saying that the people in their Shura Pavilion were all mediocre people who were playing tricks this time.

"Okay, okay, huh-"

Saying that, he swayed, using boxing kung fu, which was almost the same as Han Yun.

The corners of Han Yun's mouth hooked, and he shook his robe, and a cold cold aura spread out around him, forming a cold aura.