Looking in the direction from which the voice came, I saw a middle-aged man in a white robe standing on the fifth convex platform, only to see that he was tall, his vermilion face was slightly happy, and his eyes were scanning back and forth at the nearly 1,000 disciples in the audience. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

This red-faced middle-aged man was none other than Huang Qianren, the Great Elder of the Sword Sect.

"In view of the large number of applicants and the uneven level of everyone, after the study and decision of the Council of Elders, the participating disciples are divided into three levels, those below the ninth level of Qi refining are inferior, and those above the ninth level of Qi refining are medium, in addition, after understanding and visiting, I and several elders have selected twenty seeded players, they are superior. After discussion by the organizing committee of the event, I decided that the competition will be divided into three stages, the first stage is the peripheral competition, the disciples below the ninth level of qi refining will pass the lottery and fight in pairs, and through three rounds of competition, forty winning disciples will enter the second stage of the competition. The second stage is called the Qualifier and is divided into three rounds. In the first round, the forty disciples selected by the qualifiers faced the forty disciples of the ninth layer of qi refining. The forty disciples who won the first round and the forty disciples who were at the tenth level of Qi refining and above were mixed by lot, and two rounds of competition were conducted, and twenty winning disciples were selected to enter the third stage of the competition. The third stage is called the Top 10 Competition, and the twenty disciples selected in the second stage will randomly select a seeded player for a competition, and the winner will advance to the second round. The twenty disciples who won the first round were drawn by mixed lots, and they were caught in pairs and tried to finally determine the top ten of the Sword Sect. ”

After listening to Huang Qianren's very complicated and lengthy competition and promotion method, although Xiang Qi had nothing unusual on his face, he had already been slandered in his heart. One thing is for sure, I'm not seeded. To qualify for the top 10, you must win five matches. This is not only a test of his strength, but also a great challenge to his energy and endurance.

"I don't want to see such a cumbersome way of competing. However, due to the large number of participants and the gap between cultivation, there is no way out. As for the 20 seeded players, they were all notified in advance, so I won't announce them here. Huang Qianren paused and continued.

"Now, let me explain the rules of the tournament as follows. First, the competition venue is the fighting platform, that is, the square boss with small feet, if you fall off the fighting platform during the competition, you will be judged to lose immediately; second, if one of the two sides of the game takes the initiative to admit defeat, or the referee terminates the game, the fighting method must be stopped immediately, and if there is someone who deliberately hurts people's lives, they will be severely punished by the sect; third, the same person participates in two competitions, the interval is at least one hour, so as to restore mana; fourth, no matter how long it takes, a competition must be divided into winners and losers. Finally, I advise you, if you feel that your mana is not strong or your mind is out of reach, don't hold on, if your soul or dantian is damaged, it will be difficult to recover. Let's start the qualifiers, and ask the disciples who are below the ninth level of Qi refining to come forward and draw lots. ”

A middle-aged man in a gray robe who was in the middle stage of foundation building, saw that Huang Qianren no longer said anything, and immediately took over the conversation and said so.

Of course, Xiang Qi didn't participate in the qualifiers, I saw him standing still in place, watching hundreds of people rush up, scrambling to squeeze onto the fifth fighting platform, he laughed secretly in his heart for a while, people, always like to join in the fun, and this excitement has to be very level and attitude, otherwise it can't be called professional.

Soon, after the draw was completed, the two sides of the competition immediately stood on the fighting platform, and after the gray-robed middle-aged man gave an order, the competition began.

In an instant, on these ten fighting platforms, once all kinds of junior and intermediate spells were released, all kinds of light flashed non-stop, which was very beautiful.

However, there is not much suspense in the fighting method of this low-level disciple, and generally the one with a high cultivation wins, so there are many contestants who immediately admit defeat as soon as they come to the stage and find that the opponent's cultivation is higher than their own and they have not started the competition.

The purpose of their registration is not to win, let alone to rank in the top 10, but to show their faces and feel the atmosphere of the competition.

However, when two cultivators are almost the same, the situation is different.

At this moment, Xiang Qizheng stared at the fourth fighting platform, above this, at one end was a short and fat gray-robed young man, I saw that his eyes were three points larger than a bull's eye, and he looked bright, while at the other end, there was a tall and thin white-robed young man, I saw that he had already narrowed his eyes into a line, and gasped for breath from time to time. They had already tried a cup of tea before, but they couldn't tell the difference, and at this moment, the two of them invariably suspended the fighting method and rested. And looking at their cultivation, they are all at the peak of the eighth layer of qi refining.

That is, a few breaths, the two bowed their heads slightly to each other, and then, I saw that in the flat palm of the short and fat boy, a blue fireball the size of an egg suddenly appeared, he raised his hand, and the blue fireball made a "snort" sound, and rushed towards the thin and tall boy at an extremely fast speed.

At the same time, the tall and thin boy also raised one hand, and a blue fireball of the same size flew out of his palm.

There was a loud bang, and the blue fireballs collided in the middle of the two, and the blue debris dispersed in all directions like fireworks.

Immediately afterwards, the two of them used the fire control technique, and the same scene appeared again.

Xiang Qi shifted his gaze from these two people, he wanted to watch a good show, but he didn't expect that these two used fire control techniques to play against each other, such a boring fighting method, Xiang Qi didn't bother to watch it.

As Xiang Qi expected, after about half an hour, these two finally exhausted the mana in their bodies at the same time, although they did not distinguish the winner or loser, but with an hour's rest, they could recover to the level of three or four layers of qi refining at most, how could they participate in the next round of competition?

These two are also masters who can afford to let go, they look at each other and smile, and they both give up the next round of competition.

Around noon, the peripheral competition was finally over, and on the fifth fighting platform, forty winning disciples lined up, all standing tall and straight, looking superior and unconventional.

"Next, I will announce the lottery method, the forty winning disciples of the peripheral competition, from left to right, are from one to forty, and the forty disciples of the ninth layer of Qi refining will draw lots on the stage, and when they get the number, they will compete with the number of disciples on the stage. The gray-robed middle-aged man who presided over the competition flew to the fifth fighting platform just right, pointed at the forty winning disciples, and said loudly.

As soon as the gray-robed middle-aged man's voice fell, Xiang Qi and the other forty disciples of the ninth level of qi refining came to the stage to draw lots in turn. Xiang Qi drew the No. 32 lot, and his opponent was a thick-eyed man. And looking at the fluctuations of the aura on his body, it was the eighth-layer Great Perfection of Qi refining.

"Please draw disciples from 1 to 10 to compete on the stage, and disciples from 11 to 20 to prepare. The gray-robed middle-aged man waited for everyone to finish drawing lots, and said impatiently.

Xiang Qi drew the 32nd, which was the last wave of competition. Xiang Qi walked down the fighting platform very interestingly, found a more secluded place, closed his eyes and recuperated.

An hour later, it was finally Xiang Qi's turn to play.