The so-called martial arts platform is actually a competition between the disciples who have successfully completed the first round of inner door tasks.

It's just that fellow monks don't talk about martial arts competitions so explicitly, and they are generally called by talking about Taoism.

In fact, even if you are not a fellow monk, the more orthodox competitions and competitions on the rivers and lakes are all in the name of discussing the Tao, which is probably a tradition.

When Jun Mianchen came to Yanwutai Square, this place was already crowded.

He had just learned from the deacon that because of the difficulty of the inner disciple task this time, only sixteen disciples had successfully obtained Bai Gao to complete the task.

In other words, there are only sixteen disciples who are qualified to participate in the Yanwutai Commentary.

There are a lot of disciples in this square, and most of them want to take this opportunity to observe the competition of the senior brothers, so as to find an opportunity to break through, of course, there are also people who just want to see the excitement.

According to the deacon's guidance, Jun Mianchen came to the resting place of the sixteen disciples who participated in the discussion, and before he got closer, he saw Emperor Xiu sitting cross-legged in the corner, not communicating with anyone.

Di Xiu's temperament is too outstanding, and the whole person is like a sword, full of sharpness, which is a bit dazzling among the fifteen people.

As if sensing his gaze, Di Xiu opened his eyes slightly, saw that it was Jun Mianchen, nodded slightly, closed his eyes and continued to meditate.

The other fourteen people stood aside in groups of three or five, or talking loudly, or whispering, and when they saw Jun Mianchen coming, they all stopped their current movements, and they all looked at each other.

Jun Mianchen nodded slightly, as a gesture, and then ignored the crowd and looked around with some curiosity.

This is the first time Jun Mianchen has come to Yanwutai, even if he has never been here before.

The Yanwutai is the collective name for this entire area, where there are ten huge circular rings, all of which are usually open for disciples to discuss the Tao.

If there are contradictions and grievances between fellow disciples, they can also meet to compete on the martial arts platform.

At this time, all the rings have been closed and are no longer open to the public, for the annual selection of inner disciples.

On the edge of the ten huge circular rings, there stands a huge palace, under the eaves of the palace, there is a plaque of Xuanjin plaque, on which the dragon and the phoenix dance are written with two big characters of martial arts!

Jun Mianchen looked at it fixedly, and the word Yanwu also had a trace of the aura on the spirit tablet, and it was not ordinary.

Under the plaque of the palace's Yanwu Xuan, there is a carved railing pavilion that is recessed into it, and on the pavilion, there are seven seats neatly arranged at this time.

The seats were empty, and it must have been the observation seats of the major elders in the sect, and at this time of year, the elders of the various halls would come to observe.

The elders observed firstly because the sect's regulations were like this, and secondly, because the major elders could take this opportunity to see if there were any talented disciples who could be accepted in their own halls in the future.

......

Jun Mianchen was observing the surroundings when he heard words in his ears.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Zhou Yin, a disciple of the Lower Law Enforcement Hall, is the deacon who is responsible for performing martial arts in this inner gate election. ”

Hearing the sound, he turned his head, and what caught Jun Mianchen's eyes was a slightly chubby man.

The man is slightly fat, not tall, his clothes are a little untidy, and he looks a little sloppy, it is worth noting that there is a purple gourd hanging from his waist, which gives Jun Mianchen a feeling that is very extraordinary.

The sloppy deacon didn't care about everyone's eyes at all, and smiled and spoke.

"The rules of this exercise are very simple, due to the small number of people, we take the form of random lottery, two by two, the winner continues to draw lots, and then two by two, a total of four rounds of discussion, until the final winner appears after four rounds. ”

The sloppy deacon paused, and then said the most critical question: "This time, take the first three and enter the inner door." ”

Jun Mianchen understood as soon as he heard it, a total of sixteen people's arguments, randomly divided into eight groups, two by two, this is the first round.

In the second round, the eight winners of the first round are divided into groups again and discussed in pairs, and the third round repeats itself until the fourth round produces the top two disciples who can advance regardless of whether they win or lose.

As for the third place, it should be from the argument between the two who lost in the third round.

This time, the discussion was relatively simple, and the reason for this was that the task of Yucheng Cave was too difficult, resulting in many Qi cultivation disciples not being able to complete the task, so they lost the opportunity to practice martial arts and discuss the Tao.

According to past experience, there were more than 100 disciples who were qualified to participate in the martial arts stage, and the schedule at that time was more complicated, but this time, all of them added up to only 16 people.

The sloppy deacon waited for a moment, and when he saw that everyone had no objections and no nonsense, he stretched out his hand and pointed to the void.

Sixteen identical jade slips appeared in the middle of the area where the sixteen disciples were standing, and the aura emitted by each jade slip was exactly the same, and there was no difference in the slightest.

Jun Mianchen didn't fill his eyes with spiritual energy to see, because there was no need, since it was a Taoist competition, then there was no need to deceive.

What's more, even if you look at it, you may not be able to see anything.

Di Xiu didn't say a word, he took the lead in reaching out and grabbing it, and a jade slip appeared in his hand, and the others saw that Di Xiu took the lead in drawing lots, so they each used their own means to get the jade slip.

Sixteen people, sixteen jade slips!

When the sloppy deacon saw that everyone had finished distributing the jade slips, he immediately folded his hands, and the purple light of the gourd on his waist flashed, and the jade slips in the hands of the sixteen disciples suddenly appeared with different numbers.

"I'm number six. ”

"I'm number twelve. ”

"I'm Number Seven ......"

"Number 3 ......"

While looking at the jade slip in their hands, everyone looked at the numbers in the hands of the people around them, and secretly noted down which numbers were similar to their own strength, and secretly guarded in their hearts.

The sloppy deacon gave everyone a few breaths to observe, and then said with a smile: "No. 1 is a martial arts platform, one to sixteen, No. 2 is a martial arts platform, two to fifteen, and so on. ”

Jun Mianchen looked at the jade slip in his hand, turned around and walked to the No. 8 martial arts stage, above the jade slip in his hand, there was a number eight.

When everyone in the square saw these sixteen disciples on stage, they suddenly burst into an earth-shattering cry.

For them, it's this time of year when it's the happiest time......

Though...... Because the number of people this year is so small, that this year's martial arts stage seems a little thin, and even the ten martial arts platforms are not full......

But it still didn't stop them from cheering, and the practice on weekdays was boring, and it was a rare opportunity to be able to watch the leaders learn from each other up close.

Jun Mianchen listened to the cheers of the crowd around him, and couldn't help but feel a little excited, and in a trance he felt as if he had become a star and walked into the concert scene of his previous life.

There were cheers all around, those expectant eyes, and those applause one after another, which made him enjoy it a little.

......

On the No. 1 stage, a disciple had a complicated face, looking at the expressionless Emperor Xiu opposite......

On the No. 8 martial arts stage, the same disciple had a complicated face and looked at Jun Mianchen opposite......

Jun Mianchen looked around, sobered up from the excitement and enjoyment, and wanted to find a familiar figure, Li Xiangling's figure.

But there were too many people for him to see.

Forcibly suppressing the thoughts in his heart, Jun Mianchen nodded slightly to the disciples standing in the same ring.

There was a hint of admiration in the disciple's eyes, and he immediately nodded in response.

Looking at the pavilion again, on the seven seats, there are now six people seated, the old woman, Wang Zhu, Nong Taihua, and the elders of the Jingge are all in their seats, and there are two other elders who are also there, but the position in the middle is empty.

Jun Mianchen thought to himself, why isn't the scholar there? Could it be that the middle position is his?

It's impossible, on the day of the task list, the position occupied by the scholar and the elder surnamed Wang was obviously headed by the Great Elder, and it is impossible to sit in the middle now. Could it be that this is in the middle of the box...... Is it the suzerain?

But why didn't the sect master come?

Before Jun Mianchen could continue to think, the voice of the sloppy deacon Zhou Yin had already resounded throughout the square, its sound was like a bell, everyone's eardrums were shaken and hurt, and they all looked at the sloppy deacon together.

There was a touch of excitement and exhilaration.

The sound of drums and drums was heard in the palace, and all the disciples in the ring were boiling with fighting spirit, as if they were ignited by the surrounding atmosphere.

"Talk, open!"