Chapter 41 The Contest Begins

The lottery for the Zhuji Contest was held uniformly.

All the numbers are sealed in identical paraffin pellets, and the balls are placed in a special storage bag.

The opening of this storage bag is only about three or four inches in diameter, and it can only reach into half an arm. Moreover, the pouch was not ordinary, and when opened, the monks could use their divine sense to penetrate and see everything in it. Even when the bag was opened, it could completely block the monk's consciousness, so that the monks could only reach out and grab the lot.

All the outer disciples who signed up lined up in a long line, put their hands into the storage bags in turn, and then quickly took out an inch-sized paraffin pill.

Some disciples immediately pinched the wax pill and took out a small piece of bamboo engraved with numbers wrapped in it.

After only a few hours, all the monks had obtained the wax pills.

Next, the group competition began.

Two monks who draw the same number are a group. Due to the fact that there were more than 900 groups of competitions in the first round, the number was huge, and they were divided into more than 10 venues according to the size of the numbers for simultaneous competitions.

At each site, there are at least three monks who are in the foundation period to judge and preside over the order.

The number drawn by Zhao Di was "six, two, seven", and he was divided into the "Guanyuntai" venue for the competition.

Since it was not his turn yet, Zhao Di stood under the stage and watched the competition between the two on the stage with interest.

One of them was the girl Zhao Di had ever seen, the Golden Leaf Fairy, who was holding an emerald green bamboo whip weapon about a foot long in her hand at this time, and looked at her opponent coldly.

And her opponent was a childish boy who was only at the tenth level of the Qi refining period, and she had just met the registration conditions. Facing the senior sister who was far superior to himself, the young man was trying to suppress the tension in his heart and wanted to be calmer. However, the small yellow sword weapon trembling slightly in front of him mercilessly betrayed the master's heart.

After the two saluted each other, an old man in the middle of foundation building announced the start of the competition.

Before the girl could act, the boy took the lead. The little sword struck at the girl in a slightly crooked trajectory.

The girl snorted lightly in her nose, and swung the bamboo whip spell hard, and the bamboo whip with the whistling wind directly entangled the opponent's small sword.

The young man was in a hurry, desperately trying his way to escape the control of the magic weapon, but no matter how he urged the little sword, he couldn't break free from the entanglement of the opponent's bamboo whip. And the yellow light emitted from the small sword was also slowly weakening, emitting a low sound, which was the precursor to the imminent damage of the magic weapon.

This is the most cherished magic weapon of the young man, and he hurriedly said: "Senior sister's subordinates are merciful, and junior brother admits defeat." ”

When the girl heard this, a smile appeared on her fair face, and with a slight wave of the bamboo whip, the yellow sword returned to the young man in a trembling manner.

The young man blushed, put away the magic weapon, and walked off the test table without a sound.

The difference between the two engines was too great, and the competition ended in just a few breaths.

In fact, in the first round of the competition, the winners and losers were divided in a matter of moments, and most of them were decided. Unless the cultivation and magic weapons of both sides are relatively close, otherwise, after one or two rounds, the superior judgment will be made, and the monks who are obviously invincible will not dare to entangle too much, so as not to damage the magic weapons or even be seriously injured, then the gains outweigh the losses.

Zhao Di's opponent in the first round was a black-faced young man on the eleventh floor, using a small knife-shaped medium-grade magic weapon. Zhao Di sacrificed a golden long sword, which he named "Gongbu Sword" as a high-grade fine copper long sword magic weapon.

As soon as the two magic weapons clashed, the Gongbu Sword easily cut the opponent's knife through an inch-large gap, and stabbed straight at the black-faced monk. Although the black-faced monk used a cyan wooden shield magic weapon again, it was still easily pierced by the Gongbu sword, and the black-faced monk could only admit defeat unwillingly.

Unlike Zhao Di, who won easily, Jian Xin'er's luck was not very good, and she met an opponent who also held a high-grade magic weapon in the first round.

In the first round, the rare competition in which both sides used high-grade magic weapons attracted many monks to watch, and Zhao Di also rushed to the "Tianchi Terrace" to watch Jian Xin'er's competition after his own competition.

In the end, Jian Xin'er relied on the three golden copper rings that could be attacked, defended, and matched with each other, to suppress the opponent's white jade ruler magic weapon, and forced the opponent to retreat under the competition table, winning the competition. And after this battle, Jian Xin'er's copper ring magic weapon also became famous among the outer disciples.

On the "Wanghai Platform", a young man with angry sword eyebrows commanded a cyan giant sword magic weapon and cut one of the opponent's red pointed cone-shaped magic weapons in two, winning the competition;

On the "Luoxia Terrace", a girl with beautiful eyebrows used a gold and silver satin-like magic weapon to roll up the opponent and the magic weapon together and threw them under the stage;

On the "Listening to the Rain Platform", two monks of the eleventh layer of the Qi Refining Period, each holding a medium-grade magic weapon, were fighting fiercely, and it was difficult to distinguish the winner for a while;

On the "Flower Seeking Platform", two high-grade magic weapons are glued together, you come and go, no one can have the upper hand, but the owner of one of the magic weapons suddenly lost his spiritual power, spurted blood from his mouth, and was defeated;

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Scenes like this are being played out over and over again on more than a dozen test benches at the same time. Two days later, the first round of the competition was over. There is no rest time, and after the first round, it is directly to continue to redraw the group and conduct the next round of competition.

This time, Zhao Di drew the "Eleventh" and was arranged to conduct the second round of the competition in the main venue "Windward Terrace".

And Zhao Di's opponent was Li Qing, who was also at the twelfth level of the Qi refining period and had entered the Taixu Gate two years earlier than him.

As soon as the two people who are very similar in age, size, body shape, and cultivation stand on the stage, it indicates that the next competition will not be as strong and weak as the first round.

After the two bowed to each other, a young monk in the middle of the foundation building announced the beginning of the competition between the two.

As soon as the words announcing the start of the competition fell, Zhao Di and Li Qing both slapped a defensive talisman on themselves. In the face of opponents with close strength, it is indeed appropriate to be cautious and avoid being attacked by sneak attacks.

The difference is that Zhao Di is shooting the mid-level rune "Golden Shield Fu", while the other party is the low-level rune "King Kong Fu". Among the junior and intermediate defensive spells, the two shields with the metal surname are the most practical.

In the next move, the two of them were still extremely similar, and they both sacrificed their own attack weapons.

Zhao Di's right hand, the white glow flashed, and a golden small sword appeared in his hand, with a slender body and an extremely short hilt. Zhao Di immediately threw the small sword in front of him, his hands quickly changed various postures, and the spiritual power was input into the small sword, and in the blink of an eye, the small sword rose to more than three feet long, exuding dazzling golden light, which was the Gongbu sword of his first round of meritorious service.

And Li Qing's movements on the other side were not slow, he took out a small crimson mini pot with a size of two or three inches. As soon as he waved his hand, the red light flashed, and the small pot appeared above the heads of the two, and then he also hit the small pot one by one.

The size of the small pot is also skyrocketing, but when it reaches the size of a foot, it no longer increases, but the color continues to turn red and brighten, and finally it is like a fierce cry in the air, so that people dare not look at it directly.

Even through the protective cover of the "Golden Shield Talisman", Zhao Di could clearly feel the heat wave coming from the small pot. Obviously, this small pot is a high-grade magic vessel belonging to the fire family.

"I've met an opponent!" Zhao Di thought secretly in his heart. Generally speaking, the attack power of fire weapons is among the best among the five element weapons.

Moreover, he had also heard that several rare shapes of magic weapons, such as mirrors, towers, pots, and bells, were all powerful and infinitely useful.

Now that Li Qing took out a top-grade fire-surnamed pot-shaped magic weapon, he naturally didn't dare to underestimate the other party.

Zhao Di secretly clasped a golden round shield in the palm of his hand, and at the same time sacrificed the Gongbu sword. The golden long sword slashed a straight golden light, and stabbed towards Li Qing at an extremely fast speed. Obviously, with the Vajra talisman defensive shield on Li Qing's body alone, he couldn't stop the blow of this golden sword.

But under the slight touch of Li Qing's right index finger, a two or three feet long fire crow flew out of the mouth of the small red jug, although the face and feathers on the body of the fire crow could not be seen clearly, but it had three legs, which was very strange.

As soon as the fire crow came out of the small pot, it cried twice and pecked at the golden sword.

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