The time is getting closer and closer.

There are three days left, which is the day of the official competition. The entire sect was in a tense atmosphere, and the atmosphere before the war was quite strong.

Ordinary disciples seized all the time to cultivate, in order to make the final sprint and improve themselves to the maximum, while the inner disciples were also in retreat all day, and there were hardly a few figures to be seen.

The sect competition is held once every ten years, and no one will take it lightly. Even the disciples who had been training outside rushed back to the mountain gate one after another, making their own preparations.

The elder of the sect doesn't want to lose face, these little guys have been training outside for many days, and it's time to fight for face.

Whether it is an ordinary disciple or an inner disciple, they all have their own ideas, ordinary disciples are looking forward to performing well in the arena, maybe they will be favored by a certain master, if they can be accepted as a disciple, it is almost a step to the sky, even if they often give one or two points, they will definitely benefit a lot.

Of course, the inner disciples don't want to behave too badly, if they perform too badly, they will lose their identity and lose face, and they all know that everyone wants to fight for this face, and they must fight for this face, whether it is themselves or the teacher, I am afraid they don't want to lose this person. Not only are the inner disciples comparing each other, but even the elders of the sect are also comparing, comparing who teaches the apprentices.

In peacetime, there is a fight to the death inside, and there is no trouble outside, so it's always okay to compare. The sect competition gave them a chance to compete in an open and honest manner.

Only those disciples who are threshing one or two to the sky do not attach much importance to this competition, such as Du Mu's type, who knows that his cultivation is not strong enough and his strength is poor, so he simply does what he usually does and how he does it now, and his mentality is rare and correct.

On this morning, on the Tongtian Peak of the Sword Hua Sect Master, everyone was elated, especially those disciples with good strength, all of them were smiling, waiting in front of the main hall, waiting for the lottery.

This lottery is not to gather everyone together, you draw a lot, I draw a lot, and it is necessary to mess around, if the service team meets the inner disciples, then there is no need to fight, as a thousand-year-old sect, of course, it is impossible to make this kind of mistake.

The Sword Huazong competition was divided into three days.

On the first day, it is the service group, which is responsible for the daily life of one group to nine groups, everyone according to the results of the lottery one by one, the test is the overall strength and progress of the practice; although the comparison is the whole, but it is not everyone rushing up, fists and feet to each other, that is too unusual, but each group selects three disciples, one person for a knockout system, there are two winners even if the group wins, the winning group enters the next round, and the loser is directly eliminated.

The next day was a contest between the inner disciples, and at that time, there would not be a elimination system like ordinary disciples, it would be much more rigorous, but a best-of-three system.

The third day is the competition of the true disciples, this is the most exciting and exciting, they are all high-level juniors who are rooted and miaohong, who have been exposed to the thick shade of the elders of the sect, and are born with a golden key, reaching a "height" that is difficult for ordinary disciples to reach in a lifetime, and will naturally attract everyone's attention.

The reason why the disciples paid special attention to the competition on the third day was not to see who was the ultimate winner, but to see who was the ultimate loser.

Because on the third day, the top ten disciples of the inner sect can challenge the top three disciples of the true lineage.

It is not uncommon for the inner disciples to defeat the inner disciples, and the true disciples against the true disciples are just like that in the final analysis, in short, they are all internal to a class, and it is not a big deal.

However, if the inner disciple provokes the true disciple, that is what everyone in the Sword Hua Sect wants to see and expects to happen the most, only then can it be interesting and can satisfy the psychology of most disciples.

- Look, the immortal seed is nothing more than that, except for being a little noble, what is there to be proud of, and it is not the same as being picked up by someone who is not as good as you.

Du Mu followed behind the four senior brothers of Qi Zhang and Cao Chen, and when they came to the main hall square, the front of the high platform was already crowded with people.

As the flow of people walked into the square, their ears were filled with all kinds of sounds, like a vegetable market, much like flies flying in front of a meat stall.

Suddenly, all the voices suddenly fell silent, and the crowd blocking the steps felt like they had walked under the stage and emptied the draw table, revealing the three treasure chests on the high platform.

Du Mu only stood on tiptoe to see a group of people coming out of the hall, several of them were a little familiar, one was Senior Sister Huo'er's master Mu Qingfeng, the other was Jin Xiaoyuan's Laozi, the Vault Building Elder Jin Changkong, and the other was Nan Yiping, the elder in charge of the sect's external affairs. In the Jianhua Sect, Du Mu had seen these three sect elders in total.

Behind these three people, there were more than a dozen young men and women, who were naturally those true disciples. Tang Huo'er, Jin Xiaoyuan, Ximen Xiu and others are impressively among them.

The people who came were all the elders of the sect, no wonder those flies would stop their mouths, for ordinary disciples, these were insecticides.

At this time, in front of the main hall, a green shadow suddenly flashed, and a shriveled old man suddenly appeared in front of the high platform. The eyes of the elders of the Sword Hua Sect fell on this person, and they raised their hands together and bowed, shouting, "Senior Brother in charge." ”

As the head of the Sword Hua Sect, the Master of Dead Wood should have appeared on such an occasion, shook his hand, and returned the salute very casually, saying, "Hello junior brothers. The Master of the Dead Wood turned around and said with a smile to the disciples in front of the hall, "Okay, okay, everyone is here, let's get started." "The attitude is casual, the color is pleasant, and it is not like the head of the faction that holds great power.

All the disciples bent down together, "I've seen the master." ”

The Master of the Dead Wood smiled slightly, waved his hand at everyone, signaled that he did not need to be polite, and glanced at Jin Changkong.

Foreign Affairs Elder Nan Yiping took a step forward, sideways to the dead wood, coughed, and said, "Everyone,...... The draw begins. ”

All the elders.

Dead wood is a casual temperament, and he is not good at talking about those big truths, so he showed that the elder Nan Yiping came out to say a few words to motivate the morale of the disciples, but this guy was still as lazy as before, and he was directly saved, and he couldn't help but glance at him angrily. Nan Yiping rolled his eyes, not caring. On such occasions, Deadwood didn't have a very good way to take him.

Lu Renyuan stood in front of a treasure chest on the far right and shouted to the bottom: "The service team has started to draw lots. ”

On the square, everyone's eyes were focused on the high platform. Groups 1 to 9 each elect a representative, walk to the high platform in turn, and take out a square box from the treasure chest.

Several senior brothers in the ninth group stabbed Du Mu and said, "You go and draw lots." ”

Du Mu let out an "oh" and walked to the high platform behind the other groups, and when it was his turn to draw, Du Mu shouted to Lu Renyuan: Senior Brother Lu.

Lu Renyuan couldn't speak at the moment, so he could only wink at him and smile again.

Nine people returned to each group, crushing the wax balls one after another, and checking the draw number.

Lu Renyuan then shouted, "The ordinary disciple group has started to draw lots. ”

This time, there were more people in the lottery, and the number of five or six hundred people lined up in three teams, and the busy work lasted for two hours before it ended.

The four senior brothers of Qi Zhang, Cao and Chen surrounded Du Mu and said nervously: "Take a look, what lottery has been drawn." ”

Du Mu opened the box, took out the note in it, and carefully unfolded it.

There is only one word on it: five.

Qi Lianshan patted Du Mu on the shoulder and laughed: "Little Du Mu, I can't see that you are so lucky." ”

Du Mu grinned at his slap and glanced at his senior brother, a little inexplicable.

Qi Lianshan laughed and said, "One against nine, two against eight...... We are five, bye. ”

Du Mu also smiled, it seems that he is really lucky.

Nine groups of byes, one less round, directly into the second round, everyone is naturally very happy.

However, some people are happy, and naturally some people are not happy. Who wouldn't want to have a bye.

"Bye, you guys have such a good fate, cheating, right? The person who spoke was none other than Hong Baiquan, the leader of the four groups, who had laughed at Du Mu.

"The surname is Hong, what do you mean. Cao Hong's face changed greatly, and this arrangement of nine groups could not afford it no matter what.

"What do you mean, you can draw a number five without cheating?" Hong Baiquan sneered.

Qi Lianshan frowned and said, "All the masters are watching here, and you have to talk about evidence when you speak." ”

"Evidence?" Hong Baiquan sneered and stretched out his hand to point at Du Mu, "I saw the man surnamed Lu wink at this kid." ”

The nine groups and the others were dumbfounded, "This can also be regarded as evidence? Didn't you kid get kicked in the head by a donkey?" ”

"Do you dare to say that the Lu people are far from the people who went out of your nine groups?

"Idiot. The people in the nine groups ignored him.

This guy is an idiot. Is there a problem in the blink of an eye? Blinking is cheating? In front of the Dead Wood Master and a group of elders, you are cheating to show me, obviously jealous of our group's luck.

This kind of noise, naturally, no one will really reflect it, so it is called nothing to look for, and Hong Baiquan does not dare to make noise, everyone knows it, dares to question the fairness of the lottery, and slaps him in the face in front of the dead wood.

At this time, the draw for the last group of inner disciples also ended. Nan Yiping changed his drowsy appearance and said loudly: "Okay, since the lottery has been completed, each group of disciples will report the number here, and post it with an announcement later, and you will know who your opponent is." Now, let the Master Deadwood speak. ”

The Dead Wood Man frowned, damn it, this guy brought himself out again.

Seeing this, the elders laughed.

As soon as the disciples in the square heard that the dead wood master was about to speak, the originally noisy scene suddenly quieted down.

The Master of Deadwood walked to the front of the stage, looked around the square, and said, "Everyone, you are all the rising stars of my Sword Hua Sect, and the future of the Sword Hua Sect needs you to inherit. In the future, the first seat of the Sword Hua Sect, and even me, the head of the throne, will give way to you. ”

The disciples in the square were excited.

"Of course, if you want to sit in the first seat or even the throne, you are not strong enough now, and you need to double your tempering. ”

"Yes. All the disciples shouted in unison.

The Master of the Dead Wood touched his goatee, was very satisfied with the reaction of the disciples, and continued: "When you have the strength, we old fellows will let the virtuous, and then the Sword Hua Sect will be carried forward by you, and I look forward to that day." ”

"Here, I announce a few things to be happy about, for the sake of everyone's diligence, I have discussed with you the first seat, the reward of this competition will be doubled compared to previous years, in addition to the original stone, combat skills, exercises, the final winner, will be the master of Aoki used the sword when he was young. If you want it, let's do it tomorrow, hehe. After the Master of the Deadwood finished speaking, he smiled and walked down the high platform.

At this moment, the disciples around the high platform suddenly exploded, and even the inner disciples were shocked.

Aoki Shizu, the portable sword used in his youth, it was a spirit sword, and only important elders in the entire Sword Hua Sect were qualified to be equipped with spirit swords, and ordinary elders did not have treasures of this level at all.

"Aoki Shizu's sword is said to be the Aoki Spirit Sword, and if you can get this sword, it is worth dying. ”

"Cut, you can't count on death even if you die. ”

"I didn't expect the rewards of this competition to be so rich, and even Aoki Shizu's spirit sword was taken out. ”

"Well, I don't know which guy is so lucky, I don't have this kind of life. ”

"Rewards come and go, and in the end, they don't end up in the hands of the true disciples. ”

"I don't think so, there are also many powerful people in this year's inner disciples, at least the three in front of them will not be weaker than those true disciples. ”

The Master of the Dead Wood smiled and watched everyone discuss, and after a while, he said, "Okay, today's matter is over, tomorrow the sun rises, and the sect competition officially begins." ”