"Why are you still sticking a sword?"

"Orderly queue! You're a flying sword in my trouser leg! ”

Lu Xun once said that there is no road in the sky, and when there are more people flying, it becomes a road.

It is human nature to watch the excitement, and a large wave of monks flew into the sky.

At this time, at the other end of the square, a group of elders came over.

One of the elders looked at the sword cultivators flying in a dense circle in the sky, and asked the other elder beside him, "What new formations are these people practicing?" ”

"I don't know, Gyro Sword Formation?"

Among the elders, there happened to be Chen Bo's master, Li Yuanwei, who saw Chen Bo in the center of the open space under the flying sword at a glance, and his helicopter chicken, and immediately said angrily:

"It's this scoundrel again! Bring me trouble! ”

Immediately, a flash flashed next to Chen Bo, banged on the helicopter window, and shouted:

"What are you doing with flying chickens, you kid??"

The hurricane that Li Yuanwei carried in the flash almost didn't lift the surrounding Lanfeng Sect disciples away, and a breath of air spread into the air, blowing crookedly to the monks of the Imperial Sword.

Chen Bo reluctantly took off the headphones, hung them around his neck, and lowered the helicopter glass.

"Master, this is a helicopter gunship, not a flying chicken."

"Use it to participate in the sect election, and I will win this wave of disciples!"

Syllable!

Li Yuanwei slapped Chen Bo on the head, and the headphones were all circled around his neck.

"The triennial sect election! With your aptitude for cultivation, you can have a good competition, and it's no problem to get the top few monks of the same level, you have to use this thing! ”

Li Yuanwei is not angry for no reason, every elder has the most proud disciple, almost all the general elections rely on this disciple to brush their cards, if something goes wrong, I am afraid that they will not be able to raise their heads in the same sect for the next three years.

Even if Li Yuanwei is distracted from the overhaul of the God Realm, it is also based on performance.

"Did you forget to explain to you?? Regardless of whether it is a mount or a weapon, you are only allowed to bring two! ”

"You brought this thing, how are you going to fight people? Let me ask you, if someone's flying sword shoots at you at a speed of 100 paces per breath, how can you fight the enemy without any defense? ”

The general elections held every three years are extremely important, and only monks between the ages of 15 and 21 can participate in the foundation period, whether they are inner or outer.

This is also one of the few fairer opportunities, usually the inner disciples will have a lot of secret treasures given by the master, which are used to crush the disciples of the outer sect.

Every year, there are many outer disciples who shine in the great competition of thousands of sects, and they are successfully valued by some elders and promoted to inner disciples.

It can be said that for many people, this is not only a big competition to obtain resources, but also an opportunity to change their fate.

"Come down, come down! Give it all down to me! ”

"What kind of system is flying around?"

An inner gate elder scolded loudly, and the monks of the sword in the air heard the reprimand, and when they saw that it was the inner door elder, they all flew down one by one.

"Ahem!"

The Inner Gate Elder waited for the meeting, and the bustling group of monks below the high platform also stood in line, waiting for the Inner Gate Elder to speak.

The sun is already high in the east, signaling the complete start of the day.

"Okay! The big competition of the sect begins! Each of them goes to their own ring! ”

The elder snapped down the stone stake, and the light of several spirit arrays rose into the sky, almost sealing the entire mountain.

A huge square platform made of white marble rose in ten squares, and the square was divided into ten sections.

In the first wave, hundreds of monks lined up in front of the platform formation through the passage.

"The space bag and the ring are here! Each person can only choose two things to enter the competition! ”

A deacon waved his hand and commanded the crowd.

Many outer disciples are a little rusty, unlike inner disciples who are well-informed.

Even so, it was still very unfair to them, and the best spirit sword they held in their arms, in the eyes of the inner disciples, was not a middle-grade and lower-grade spirit sword.

And the inner disciples took it in their hands with a high-grade spirit sword, and some disciples even took out a ground-level magic weapon, which revealed a strong spiritual power fluctuation.

But there is no way, the cultivation world is the law of the jungle, there is no reason.

"The first one! Ji Yingyi, the inner disciple of Sanshang Peak, fought against Xi Yunhe, the outer disciple of Youya Peak! ”

The deacon spoke indifferently, his long black sleeves swaying in the wind, and with a wave of one hand, the two of them were teleported to the huge platform.

And the voices of the deacons on the other nine-party platforms also sounded one after another, and even at the beginning, there were already participants on the platform who had already divided the winners and losers.

They are all foundation building realms, some of them are outer disciples who can barely build a foundation, while some are inner disciples who are almost perfect in building a foundation under a huge amount of resources, and naturally there is a huge gap.

"In the second game of the tenth platform, Wei Zheng, the inner disciple of Bo Duo Peak, will fight against Yuan Kui, the master of the industry!"

"Stage 10 Session 3 ......"

After a while, more than 100 monks finished the competition, and some of the injured could not continue the competition even if they won, so they could only receive the victory in the battle and leave the field gloomily.

And some people who seem to be in good spirits are desperately absorbing spirit stones and preparing for the next one.

Some of the losers looked lost and were taught in front of their respective masters which tricks were wrong.

Or there is a problem with the operation of the aura, and a step slower leads to a loss of the whole game.

"The eleventh game, Wang Teng, the inner disciple of Cangjin Peak!" After the deacon finished speaking, he looked up indifferently and looked at the monks.

"Wang Teng has arrived! Deacon, I'm here! ”

Wang Teng hugged AK47 and hurriedly walked forward.

"Fight against Bai Xiaochun, a disciple of the inner sect of the Empty Mountain!"

"Choose your weapons."

"Deacon, I've chosen!"

"I've made your choice!"

Hearing this, the deacon waved his hand, and the two were instantly teleported to a huge battle platform.

"Empty mountain, Bai Xiaochun."

The white-clothed inner disciple in front of him had a cold face, and he was disdainful under his handsome appearance, and his words clearly had a proud meaning.

is also in the foundation building realm, in the first two competitions, he seriously injured two outer disciples with a wave of his hand, and for a while, no one could match him.

"Bai Xiaochun! Build the pinnacle of the foundation, nineteen-year-old half-step Jindan realm! The battle is against Wang Teng, a genius disciple of the inner gate! ”

The various disciples in the audience who were healing their wounds or waiting in line to watch the battle exclaimed.

"It was all a trick just now, nothing to look at, but now the two of them are both geniuses and have gathered together, now there is something to see!"

Unconsciously, the number of onlookers became more and more.

"My spirit sword, the name is too suitable! Three feet and three inches long, ground-level high-grade! ”

Bai Xiaochun held a spirit sword that emitted milky white aura all over his body, and said proudly to Wang Teng.

"The sword will be ruthless later, Brother Tai is ready, so as not to be seriously injured!"

Wang Teng didn't care, raised AK47 with his right hand and said, "My firearm is called AK47!" Twenty-six and one inch long, thirty-five rounds of ammunition! ”

Then, he picked up the AK and aimed at Bai Xiaochun, and he was also cold and arrogant: The bullet is ruthless, Brother Bai be careful!

Bang!

Dadada——!