Chapter 130 Battle of the Thirty into One

"Four-three-one, congratulations on passing the luck test at the first level. In the golden whirlpool, when Meng Yu felt the novelty, the brilliance dissipated, and a voice came slowly, not far away was a young man in Tsing Yi with a long sword on his back, not much older than him, but the momentum on his body was only stronger than not weak, more than one step stronger than the two hundred young men in Tsing Yi carried by the fourteen white-clothed immortals before.

"You are a newly promoted disciple, you are very lucky, you have two opportunities to choose, one is to rest for six hours and participate in the test of the second level, and the other is to directly refer to the test of the second level, and now I can take you there. Noticing Meng Yu's observation, the young man in Tsing Yi said with a smile.

"Senior brother, can you explain more to me, I am new here, everything is unfamiliar, and I really don't know what choice to make. Meng Yu asked tentatively, although I heard Wang Ting say that it was a battle between the promoters in the second level of the test, but Wang Ting's news was also heard, and who could grasp the matter of the Immortal Sect clearly, maybe the immortal in power temporarily made up his mind, and changed his mind, for his own vital interests, it is better to ask for accurate news

"The test of the second level is cultivation, and a promotion is selected out of every thirty people, and the way of selection is similar to the ordinary ring competition, don't worry about your cultivation, there is no problem in advancing to the third level. The young man in Tsing Yi glanced at Meng Yu and said directly.

"Only one of the thirty promotions can enter the third level, it's really cruel, so even if the rest of the people who have come to the third level are not even forty, I really don't know how many can be left to join the Kunlun faction in the end, no wonder everyone says that it is difficult to cultivate immortals, and the big sects of cultivating immortals only accept so many disciples, and those small sects don't have to expect to accept more disciples. Meng Yu secretly pondered, "The selection he said would not be to choose one of the thirty people in a row to be promoted, when he came in earlier, he said a number four three one, depending on the situation, it is probably the same, in this way, if Wang Yu is selected, he will definitely choose the second." But why do you say that I am lucky, I have two choices?"

"Senior brother selects one out of every thirty people to advance to the third level, and the thirty people who compete are not thirty people with consecutive serial numbers, in this case, how can it have anything to do with my luck" With doubts in his heart, Meng Yu still couldn't make a choice, so he couldn't help but ask again.

"You're right, it's to select one of the thirty people in a row to advance to the third level, but the second level is a test of cultivation, naturally it can't be the same as the first level of luck test, and monks with high cultivation naturally have some preferential treatment, you are one of them, saying that you are lucky, because you just got together enough twenty-nine people in front of you, and your cultivation is not as good as you. The young man in Tsing Yi said as he walked towards Meng Yu.

"If the cultivation is high, how can it be considered as a high cultivation. Regarding the vague answer of the young man in Tsing Yi, Meng Yu asked suspiciously.

"There are no rules, your cultivation is good, but it is in the world, it has answered so many of your questions, it is not enough to give you face, if you are so ignorant of advance and retreat, even if you enter the sect, you are also a low-level miscellaneous servant, hurry up and choose whether to directly prepare to enter the third level of promotion, or rest for six hours. The young man in Tsing Yi suddenly changed his face and said reprimandingly, Meng Yu saw him speak, and he was startled by the sudden change when he listened carefully.

"Rest for six hours. Meng Yu said indifferently, Wang Yun's promotion time is not much worse than him, and the interval between the serial numbers will not exceed thirty, he doesn't want to fight with his friends for a promotion spot, so he still waits for six hours to participate in the selection.

"Stay here and rest, don't go out and walk around, be careful of losing your life, but don't blame me for not reminding me, the methods of real people are not something you can guess. Wait in peace, when the six hours are up, I will take you out and participate in the selection. The man in Tsing Yi stopped at a distance of two meters from Meng Yu and said solemnly, and then he didn't care about Meng Yu, a leap was a shadow.

"A cultivator is so mysterious, I don't know if it's really mysterious or fake mysterious. After complaining on the spot, Meng Yu began to observe his environment.

Up and down, left and right, the whole body is a cyan slate, without the slightest embellishment, stiff and cold, like a cold cellar dry kiln. There is an exit directly ahead, but it can only accommodate one person to pass through. The cultivation secret room is still a prison for the Kunlun sect to hold the disciples who make mistakes, and if the cultivation cannot reach the realm of the earth immortals, there is really no status in the cultivation of the immortal sect, Meng Yu thought.

I have seen it all around, there is no danger, six hours is too short, practicing spells, martial arts, firstly, it has no effect, and secondly, strange places are always unclear, Meng Yu immediately sat cross-legged on the ground and began to recover the true yuan, the role of Taiping Zhenyuan is to consume less and recover quickly, which is a good benefit, and there is a lot less pain in the bitter seat.

The bluestone secret room, the place above is inlaid with a pearl the size of a steamed bun, which is always as bright as day, and the treasure is covered with dust, wasted in a rough environment.

True Yuan recovered, a lot of time had passed, and Meng Yu secretly calculated that six hours was not much different. As expected, a cup of tea was not enough, and the young man in Tsing Yi suddenly appeared in the stone room again.

After "follow me" appeared, with a faint order, the young man in Tsing Yi walked out, and never looked at Meng Yu again. "It seems that this doesn't want to give me any chance to speak," the knowledgeable one didn't speak, Meng Yu thought in his heart.

On the flat open space, a three-zhang platform was raised, and there was a man with a pimple on his face, looking vicious and terrifying, and there were three white-clothed immortals standing not far from the platform, the momentum was indifferent and blurred, and the appearance was not very clear.

"Didn't you say that one out of thirty people was selected to advance to the third level, why is there only one here, and the others haven't come yet. Those immortals should be the referees of the competition, what kind of cultivation are they, whether they are real people or ordinary earth immortal powerhouses. Meng Yu thought of it while following the footsteps of the young man in Tsing Yi.

"Don't guess, didn't you say before that it's good luck to cultivate high, this is your good luck, you don't have to participate in the selection one by one like others, you only need to participate in a competition to win the promotion, go up." When he arrived at the edge of the platform, the man in Tsing Yi looked at Meng Yu, who was distracted, and explained.

Glancing at the man in Tsing Yi strangely, seeing that he didn't want to say more, Meng Yu knew that it was a vain question to ask, so it was better to win the promotion of the man on the stage first, so he tapped the ground with his toes, and when he got to the stage, he and the original man occupied one side and looked at each other.

"At the beginning of the competition, the stage is the victory, the audience is the defeat, the winner stays, and the loser leaves. It was when I didn't know when to do it, and the voice of the young man in Tsing Yi came.

"Look at the move"

The big man rushed up, with an extra black long stick in his hand, and pounced violently, and the pimples on his face looked a little more fierce.

The speed is not fast, and the ground with the help of the force has left footprints, these simple information, when it enters his eyes, Meng Yu immediately understands that the man is a powerful fierce man. Knowing the details of the other party, he naturally won't fight hard, everyone else is a competition of thirty people, and there will be multiple selections, but he only has one selection, he will not completely believe that this is just a preferential treatment for him.

A snatching attack that staggered the real face, dodged behind the man, and Meng Yu's long sword struck out, stabbing the opponent's right arm. "Peng" sounded, and sure enough, it was not stabbed, and the long sword was forced away by the long stick that suddenly appeared, and the other party's reaction was not slow.

Stab, tease, split, slash, point, collapse, pierce, pick, lift, twist, sweep, one move missed, Meng Yu was all sword moves, let go of the attack, the light and shadow of the real yuan in the fierce battle ring, the impact was shattered, the weapons collided, and the jingle resounded.

There are more than 100 moves up and down, Meng Yu is refreshed and full of physical strength, and feels that there is nothing, there is no injury on the big man's body, but his clothes are a little heavier, all of them are full of sweat, the hot sweat that comes out of exhaustion, and the cold sweat that comes out of frightening is mixed with half a point each, and the sweat on his face is like rain, and he is panting.

"Across the sky. "Taking advantage of the man's fatigue, Meng Yu's long sword is gaining momentum, and the sharp sword light moves with the sword, and he is about to completely defeat the man.

"No need to fight, I admit defeat. Half of the sword light was used, and the man suddenly shouted loudly, it is enough to advance to victory, there is no need to hurt people, Meng Yu immediately put away his sword and waited for the man to jump out of the ring by himself.

"Die, you"

The long sword was put into the sheath, and the big man rushed over with a fierce and angry look, and the long sticks were all discarded on the ground, it seemed that he was going to rely on his body desperately Meng Yu knocked down the ring.

"Mean, stupid"

With a cold light in his eyes, Meng Yu felt disdainful for the Han on the one hand, and on the other hand, he was disdainful, even if he was desperate to join the Immortal Cultivation Sect, he had to look at the situation, the man was not his opponent when his whole strength was in his heyday, and now he was dragging his tired and half-dead body to find him who was full of energy, what is the difference between looking for death and looking for death, it is really stupid.

Seeing the right time, he grabbed his body and brushed the man's body, Zhenyuan moved to his arm, and hit the man's back hard with his elbow joint, and the man who had already arrived at the edge of the ring, without any accident, was just a dog eating and lying on the ground. Holding Meng Yu, who hated secretly, used it a lot farther, the man fell into the ring, lying flat on all fours, the injury was not light, his hands and feet were shaking, panting and whirring, and finally he didn't get up from fighting.