The next day.

Today is the day of the Great Spirit Sword Trial Conference.

Since early in the morning, the noisy sound has been constantly resounding in the Great Spirit Imperial City.

Su Ping and Shang Luo, Uncle Ping went out, and behind him, Shang Qinian had to follow.

The scale of the sword trial competition is very large, and the number of contestants from all over the Great Spirit is a huge number.

So the first day was just a preliminary round, or an audition.

In the city, more than a dozen audition sites were set up.

Su Ping came to the nearest audition point.

Although they were already mentally prepared, when they arrived at the place, several people were still taken aback.

The dense crowd of human heads and noisy voices don't look like a sword test, but like a vegetable market.

Of course, it's not just the contestants, it's the spectators.

Among the people who watched the competition, in addition to the cultivators who did not participate in the competition, there were also ordinary people.

In the Great Spirit, there is no clear boundary between the practitioner and the ordinary person.

So ordinary people are also happy to see this kind of grand occasion.

Who doesn't like to watch it?

And it's free.

On weekdays, those cultivators are high up and difficult to reach.

I finally had a chance to get up close and close, and I could see them shoot.

This is an opportunity not to be missed.

The four of them finally squeezed into the crowd.

Then I signed up at the registration desk.

The next thing is to wait.

There were four rings in total, set up in a wide square in front of them.

And in each ring, some defensive spirit arrays are set up.

This kind of defensive spirit array plays a role in more than just protecting the spectators.

Participants will also be protected.

After all, it was a cultivator who fought each other, and once it couldn't be controlled, the spirit array would burst out of energy and separate the two sides.

That's right, in principle, no casualties are allowed at the sword trial.

But there is still some room for manoeuvre......

After Su Ping finished registering, he found a closer position.

In the ring, there are already players competing at this time.

The aura kept shining brightly, causing bursts of cheers.

After looking at it for a while, Su Ping confirmed.

The cultivation of these contestants is uneven, some are in the Xuanhuang Realm, and some are even in the Qi Sea Realm.

Anyway, you can't die, maybe you'll run into some kind of good luck and be able to go a little further.

Most of these contestants should have participated in the competition with such a mentality.

Due to the uneven strength, the results are also very fast.

For those who are strong and have high cultivation, it is basically a one-sided crushing game.

So by noon, more than half of the contestants had already been eliminated.

Finally.

"The next contestant, Su Ping, ring four."

Hearing his name, Su Ping opened his eyes and went into the ring.

In the ring, there is already a contestant, who is Su Ping's opponent in this game.

It's a big man.

The strength is probably in the late stage of the spirit, and this kind of strength, so far, can be regarded as an upper middle level.

And the big man, after glancing at Su Ping.

I also breathed a sigh of relief in my heart.

A little hairy boy in his early twenties died of death, which is what he looks like around the middle of the Spirit Realm.

It can be easily crushed.

Unless it is a descendant of a powerful force or family.

But this is impossible, because such fighters are basically in the ring in the city.

The ring competition there was also the most tragic.

Su Ping raised his eyelids and didn't react.

The big man snorted coldly, brushed, and a pair of big knives appeared in his hands.

The knife was sharp, and the aura flashed.

"Go down, boy!"

The big man shouted, and then the figure was bullied, and the double knives in his hands were raised.

Su Ping just raised his right hand and gently pushed it out.

Touch!

The figure of the big man, like a cannonball, flew out directly upside down and crashed into the protective spirit array of the ring.

Su Ping's first game, won easily.

Simple crushing.

The referees on the side, seeing this scene, were stunned for a while, and then under Su Ping's gaze, they announced the result as if they had just woken up from a dream.

Su Ping turned around and got out of the ring.

Su Ping's performance also attracted the attention of some people.

However, this is the preliminary round after all, and this kind of crushing game often occurs, so it didn't cause much of a sensation.

However.

Uncle Ping, who was watching the battle below, looked at Su Ping, who slowly walked off the stage, and said, "I didn't even use my spiritual power, but I just slapped a cultivator in the late stage of the spiritual spirit with one palm with just my physical strength." ”

Shang Luo didn't speak.

But the bottom of my heart shook violently.

She is only in the middle stage of her spirit now.

I also understand Su Ping's horror.

And Su Ping's palm looked extremely casual, like slapping a fly casually.

It's horrible!

Time passes.

After that, Su Ping appeared again, and the ending was the same.

But this time, the opponent is in the early stage of Xuanhuang, and with such strength, he is barely a good master.

It's a pity.

was still defeated by Su Ping's palm.

On the first day of the preliminary competition, I knew that it would end in the evening.

And Su Ping, unsurprisingly, qualified to enter the next round.

The next day.

The game continues.

Su Ping is still invincible and continues to march forward.

However, today, Su Ping's performance has finally attracted attention.

"Who is that man, so fierce, no one can survive a round under him."

"And so young, is he a disciple of that sect?"

"It shouldn't be, the disciples of the sect should all be competing in the ring in the city."

All the games that Su Ping played on the court were all defeated with one palm, no surprises!

It has to make people doubt Su Ping's true identity.

But no matter what, Su Ping won.

And in this battle, Su Ping did not feel any satisfaction, on the contrary, he also felt a trace of exhaustion.

This kind of exhaustion, of course, is not the kind of physical exhaustion.

After all, every time he faced the enemy, he only used the purest way of the flesh to deal with it, and he didn't use much strength at all.

This kind of tiredness is tiredness, and it is to fight against the strong and then improve kendo.

But until now, there is not even a person who is qualified to let him use the sword.

……

On this day, Su Ping continued to advance.

And so on, three days later.

Su Ping successfully entered the finals!

There are a total of fifty contestants in the finals, and each of these fifty is a genius and powerhouse.

Su Ping finally ignited a trace of fighting spirit.

"I hope you don't let me down."

With the three-day competition, the popularity of the fencing competition is also increasing.

At this time, the atmosphere in the whole city was as thick as a barrel of explosives that could explode at any time, and the sound of discussion was everywhere.

In the casino, there are even more gambling plates.

The names of these fifty contestants are all on the market.

The content of this game is also diverse, not only the final ranking of each contestant, but also the two sides of each game.

This is not unique to this sword trial conference, but every time.

After all, the sword trial conference is held once every ten years, and every time it is unprecedented.

The related industries that have been triggered are also countless.

Finally, on the fourth day.

The final of the fencing competition began.