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The time just came to this point, and a bright light fell on the high platform behind the ring, where there were already more than a dozen people standing, and after seeing the old man with bearded eyebrows exposed in the bright light, they bowed and saluted together.

"Meet Uncle Liu!" These dozen or so people are all foundation building and cultivating, and those who can be called Uncle Shi by them are naturally the ancestors of Jindan cultivation.

Jin Dan, surnamed Liu, nodded and said, "Although this big competition is presided over by the old man, the old man only acts as a spectator, and the details will be handed over to you as Master Fan's nephew." With that, he walked over to the chair and sat down.

"Yes, Uncle Shi!"

Fan Tian bowed down, and then said to more than ten people around him: "Ten rings, each junior brother is responsible for one ring, and Senior Brother Zhang and I are responsible for coordinating the work." This is a big competition for the selection of outstanding disciples in this sect, so let's encourage you and disciples. ”

"Yes, senior brother!"

The crowd should be, ten of them flew to the ring, and the remaining one stayed by Fan Tianfang's side, which was the monk who Fan Tianfang called Senior Brother Zhang.

Fan Tianfang said to the bottom: "Ladies and nephews, the Qi cultivation disciple competition once every five years, Fan announced the official start. The rules of this year's big competition are the same as before, the competition is the combat power of the monks, two by two, the disciples participating in the big competition are divided into ten groups, and the top ten places in each group are selected to determine the top 100 places. Disposable items such as pills and talismans are not allowed to be used, and you must not kill your fellow disciples during battle. ”

"When you all the teachers and nephews sign up to participate in the big competition, you all get a jade plate, with your number on it, the beginning of the number is Qian, Kun, Xun, Zhen, Kan, Li, Gen, Dui, Gui, Yuan, these ten, the ring is also marked with the corresponding words, you teachers and nephews also go to the corresponding ring to stand up. As for the disciples who did not participate in the big competition, they immediately retreated to the twenty zhang away from the ring, and there must be no mistakes, otherwise they will not be spared. ”

Fan Tianfang's words fell, and a large number of people retreated, it was none other than those Qi cultivation stage disciples who had low cultivation levels and had not participated in the Great Competition.

When many disciples retreated during the Qi cultivation period, Huang Qi walked towards the front, walked to the middle of the ring, and after taking a look, he came to the fourth vibrating ring ring on the left and stood up.

The disciples who participated in the big competition came and went, and soon all the disciples found their respective rings, the number of people in front of them was immediately reduced by about seventy percent, and the remaining number was at most three or four hundred, at least Huang Qi counted the number of people in the ring where he was, a total of thirty-eight people, and the number of other rings should not exceed here too much, so the total number of people participating in the big competition was about ten times the number of people here.

After seeing the team lined up neatly, Fan Tianfang nodded with satisfaction and said loudly: "The 432nd Qi Cultivation Disciple Contest of the Guiyuan Sect has officially begun! Disciples who have not participated in the Great Contest can go forward ten zhang, but they can only watch from the sidelines, and must not disturb the order and interfere with the Great Competition, otherwise they will be severely punished!"

After finishing speaking, Fan Tianfang turned around, came to the head of Liu surnamed Jin Dan, bowed down and said, "Uncle Shi, Dabi is about to start!"

"Hmm!"

Liu's surname Jin Dan originally closed his eyes, but when he heard this, he opened his eyes and glanced at Fan Tianfang, and then closed his eyes again after answering.

Seeing this, Fan Tianfang didn't care, respectfully retreated, and stood in front of the high platform with the monk surnamed Zhang, paying attention to the bottom with his divine thoughts.

When Fan Tianfang announced the start of the big competition, the monk of the Zhenzi Ring said to Huang Qi and others below in the ring: "Old man Haisheng, the referee of the Zhenzi Ring. The rules of Dabi will not be said by the old man, you wait for the order of the numbers on the number plate, which are from one to thirty-eight. This time, No. 1 vs. No. 38, No. 2 vs. No. 37, and so on, after the fight, there were 19 people left. Nineteen people still fight according to the way of the front number against the back number, of which the monk with the middle number has a bye temporarily, and after the other nine groups decide the opponent, the remaining nine people who fail will win a qualifying place with the previous 19 people, and the bye person will win the remaining top 10 places. ”

"Now the number one and the thirty-eighth will come up first!"

When the words fell, two figures jumped into the ring, one male and one female, looking at the age of twenty years old, the male Qi cultivation was a nine-layer cultivation, and the female Qi cultivation was a complete cultivation.

"The two of you must retreat at the same time, ten feet apart, and wait until the old man walks out and opens the formation, shouting one, two, three, and start, before you can make a move. If someone feels defeated, they can choose to admit defeat, if one party admits defeat, the other party is not allowed to make a move, and the old man will also wait for the opportunity to move, and will help when he perceives the danger. However, if you admit defeat and shout too slowly, and the old man is not in a hurry to rescue, then you can only consider yourself unlucky, so you must think about it and admit defeat in time. ”

Hai Sheng said and walked outside, got out of the ring, and came to the front of the place where a medium-grade spirit stone was placed in the ring, pinching the trick to stimulate the formation, and after seeing the protective shield raised, he said: "Okay, the old man is going to start counting the numbers, one, two, three, start!"

Huang Qi looked closely at the two above under the ring, he wanted to see how strong these two Qi cultivation disciples were. Although the strength of these two people could not represent all the strength of the disciples at their level, they could always explain one or two things, so that he knew what to expect.

As soon as Hai Sheng shouted, the men and women in the ring immediately used the flying swords at the same time, and the flying swords turned into two rays of brilliance, colliding with each other, making a clattering sound.

The two flying swords are both high-grade magic weapons, the men's flying sword is white, the women's flying sword is blue, the flying sword in the air, at a glance, you can see that the blue flying sword is faster, and more flexible, the white flying sword can only barely resist.

Seeing this, the man slapped the storage bag, and a golden bronze bell flew out, gradually growing larger, and flew to the top of the monk's head.

The woman also took out another magic weapon at this time, but what she took out was not a defensive magic weapon, but a red silk, and under her drive, the red silk flew into the air to fight with two flying swords.

Seeing this, the monk's face changed, and he immediately drove the law to summon the flying sword.

Unfortunately, the male monk's speed was still too slow, his flying sword was entangled in red silk and could not be recalled, and the flying sword that the female monk had vacated immediately hit the male monk under her imperial envoy.

Boom!

The flying sword could not immediately break through the defense of the bronze bell, and could only hit it from time to time, and under the impact of the flying sword, the bronze bell was shaky.

Seeing that he couldn't recall the flying sword, and the defense of the bronze bell couldn't last too long, the male monk could only say: "Senior sister's subordinates are merciful, junior brother admits defeat!"

Hearing this, the nun took back the two magic weapons and said politely, "Thank you for your concession!"

"Where, it's just that the junior brother's skills are not as good as others. ”

The monk shook his head, withdrew the two weapons, and jumped down after the shield disappeared and the friar jumped out of the ring. (To be continued.) )