Whoa!

Countless sword shadows slashed down from the sky, and when they landed on the cultivation ground, they stood in a neat line, with different expressions on their faces.

Some people rejoice, and naturally some people are worried.

Many people returned empty-handed, looking up at the ink master on the seven-foot platform with a look of fear on their faces.

It was like announcing the death penalty, waiting to be eliminated directly by the ink master.

Tong Stork and the other old disciples smiled without any guilt, but they were still very happy, but when their eyes fell on Qin Wushang, they smiled a little more happily.

Bell –

The bell rang again, and the figure of Master Mo appeared on the high platform, looking at the disciples in the audience with a solemn expression, and said loudly: "The disciple who got the token is left, and the disciple who doesn't have the token is on the right!"

Whew!Whew!

The crowd squirmed in an instant, bursting out one after another afterimages, and almost in three breaths, polarizing scenes appeared in sight.

The onlookers couldn't help but gasp.

There were so many disciples who didn't get the token, far more than half of the number, and even more than double the number.

If all the things you don't get are eliminated directly, it will be too terrifying.

Master Mo was very satisfied with the execution of his disciples, and said profoundly: "The rules of the play-in competition are...... With an hour as the limit, when the time comes, the disciples who still don't have tokens will be eliminated directly!"

Wow!

As soon as the words fell, the expected uproar thundered.

Qin Wushang suddenly realized that something was wrong, under this kind of rule, then, those disciples who didn't have tokens would definitely go crazy to snatch the disciples who had tokens.

Sure enough.

The disciple who didn't have a token on the opposite side showed a flame-like heat in his eyes, and a hungry wolf stared at his side, and the thick smell of gunpowder could be smelled through the air.

What's even worse is that Qin Wushang found that many people's eyes fell on him.

"Do you think I'm a soft persimmon again?"

Qin Wushang squinted his eyes, his heart turned a thousand times, he must not let people snatch his token, once he loses it, he will be directly out, and he will not be able to compete for the top ten.

In that case, Doudou will definitely be slapped to death by the fat old man Zhang Chungang.

In the distance, Shen Qingrou also saw many participating disciples staring at Qin Wusuo on the sixth layer of the foundation like hungry wolves, not one or two, but dozens of people.

"Oops, so many people robbed him of one ......"

On the seven-foot-high platform, a table appeared next to the ink master, and there was a small thumb-thick incense stick inserted on the table, and when this dark red incense burned out, it was exactly a full hour.

A ray of cyan light came out of the ink master's palm, and with a flick of his fingers, a streamer shot out, and the incense was lit accurately.

"Play-in, go!"

Bell –

The crisp sound of the bell made a stronger sound wave, and the ground whistled up a layer of air waves, blowing up several clouds of dust and smoke.

Bang! Bang!

The disciples on both sides almost simultaneously dispatched, and the sound of muffled thunder under their feet sounded, and the remnants of the Dao Dao jumped up and down in the air with the sound of breaking wind.

All of them were surging with spiritual light all over their bodies, braving the inch-long Xuanguang, and came with murderous violence.

Qin Wushang's mind moved, and his body floated backwards.

In the fluttering, he found that someone directly took him as a prey, and several wind-breaking sounds sounded all over the world, and when he looked at it, he almost fainted with anger.

About ten people rushed towards him at the same time.

"Look, that inner disciple is going to be besieged again!"

The onlookers pointed and said loudly, with a hint of schadenfreude in their tones.

However, Shen Qingsoftly frowned, Qian Qiansu's hand clenched the corner of his clothes slightly, and said in a low voice: "With your talent, the Taishang Heaven Splitting Sword Technique can be successfully practiced at least at the first level." Captive...... There shouldn't be any problems, right?"

However, Shen Qingrou couldn't be sure, after all, the cultivation of the "Taishang Heaven Splitting Sword Technique" was indeed very difficult.

Whether it can be integrated is an unknown.