Just when Zhang Di was amazed, someone had already completed the planting in the preliminary round of this Linggu Competition, and it was a few disciples of the sect who planted a first-grade Lingtian, and they raised their hands one after another, and suddenly the deacon in charge of the competition flew over, and began to seriously check the germination rate and quality of the Linggu, and registered it in detail.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Di was not in a hurry, the second-grade Lingtian was originally more difficult to plant than the first-grade, and the importance of the germination rate and the quality of the Linggu was far greater than the speed, he was confident that he would get a high score and enter the semi-finals.

So he slowly controlled the end of the Xiaoyun Rain Technique, and after watering the entire spiritual field thoroughly without dead ends, he then glanced at the grain seedlings of the entire spiritual field with satisfaction, and saw that the germination rate was almost ten out of ten, and only one slap could count the spiritual valley without seedlings, and the roots and seedlings were strong and golden in color.

He took a breath of lightness, put away the Xiao Yunyu technique, and then raised his hand, as if he was competing with him, the Lu Fei on the side also raised his hand, and glared at him viciously.

Zhang Di glanced at him, and couldn't help but laugh dumbly, only to see that this old brother's grain seedlings were scattered, bald in the east and a corner in the west, like the shaved head of an apprentice barber with very poor craftsmanship.

"Look at what!" Lu Fei waved his fist and scolded angrily.

Zhang Di didn't have the same knowledge as him, and looked left and right again, only to see that the strange little old man's Linggu had also been planted, and the germination rate had actually reached ten out of ten, and the robustness and color of the seedlings were three points better than his own Linggu. I couldn't help but take a breath in surprise, and secretly said that this person really has a great way!

As for the Sanpin Lingtian. Planting is more difficult than the second grade, and I saw that the black and white young man was driving the torrential rain to water the spiritual field. Seventy percent of the water has just been watered, and it is estimated that it will take half an hour to finish.

Zhang Di's eyes roughly swept the audience, and he already knew in his heart, it seemed that he had no problem entering the semifinals, ranking in the top five, and in front of him should be the black and white young man, the weird little old man.

At this time, the deacon who was patrolling the field flew over, lowered his head and slowly swept the spiritual fields planted in the field, and reached out to pull up a grain seedling. Put it in front of you and take a closer look, nodded approvingly: "Yes, Ding Eighty-eight, your batch of second-grade pearl yellow budding rate is close to ten percent, and the quality is also excellent, let's record it as the first place for the time being, if someone else surpasses you, and then lowers your ranking, do you have any objections?"

"Disciple obeys. There is no objection. Zhang Di arched his hand and accepted this result, which was similar to his expectations, so naturally he had no objections.

Lu Fei on the side glared at him unwillingly. Subsequently, it was judged by the deacon to have a budding rate of fifty into five, medium quality, and it was a second-grade spiritual valley. And the planting speed is not slow, and it is recorded as eighteen.

As for the mysterious old man's spirit valley quality, it was better than Zhang Di's. Moreover, the difficult technology of grafting the Sanpin Spirit Valley was adopted, and the spirit beast of the blue water singing frog was also used. The ranking surpassed Zhang Di and became the top spot.

Then all the contestants turned in their results, most of them in the range of about 100, and occasionally one or two people made it to the top 30, but no one entered the top five, until the black and white young people raised their hands at the same time.

After the two deacons flew in, they said loudly at the same time: "The budding rate of the blood pearls of the Sanpin Spirit Valley is ten out of ten, regardless of the middle uncle, tied for the first place!"

Boom, the audience erupted in warm applause, tens of thousands of spectators stood up to celebrate, for the preliminaries of the D group they paid a lot of attention, after all, this group of the most fierce competition, the rain flag, the three pins of Linggu grafting and planting, and the shining appearance of the blue water frog, Zhang Di's single-mindedness, one-handed hoe planting...... What a feast for their eyes!

The black and white young men all breathed a sigh of relief, raised their hands to wipe the sweat on their foreheads, glanced at each other, and the black-clothed young man surnamed Xiao hugged his fists and said: "Brother Zhao, I didn't expect your skills to be extraordinary, and my brother didn't win." ”

The white-clothed young man surnamed Zhao returned the salute with a fist, and said with a slight smile: "Brother Xiao has praised it, if the brother's expectations are good, you also have reservations, right?"

"Hahaha, each other!" The young man in black laughed, glanced at the mysterious little old man not far away, suddenly looked solemn, and said in a low voice: "That person has an extraordinary background, I think he is a dark horse, I am afraid it will become a big challenge for you and me in the finals!"

The young man in white glanced at it, and saw that the mysterious little old man was muttering again, picking off all the grain seedlings in the spiritual field, and putting them in his pocket, his behavior was quite strange, and he couldn't help but nod in agreement: "This person is pretending to be crazy and stupid, you and I have to be careful, I heard that after entering the rematch, everyone is fighting, if you and I are against this person, we must have no reservations, and go all out!"

"Don't worry, my brother will definitely reach the finals, and you and I will meet in the finals!" said the young man in black.

The two looked at each other and smiled, as if they didn't pay attention to others in the slightest.

Zhang Di saw the surrounding situation in his eyes, and at this time silently walked to the spiritual field, pulled out a grain seedling, and after looking at it carefully, he also put it in the storage bag, intending to keep it for research to see if there was any place to improve his planting skills. After all, the assessment has been passed, these spirit valleys are all used in the competition, belonging to each player, as long as the results are evaluated, they are allowed to deal with it themselves.

But most of the players shook their heads and left the field, hundreds of people participated in the D group, only thirty people could enter the semi-finals, and now the dust has settled, leaving behind all the powerful people, eighty percent are disciples of the sect, and only two percent are loose cultivators with extraordinary origins, such as the mysterious little old man and the like.

At the same time, in the clouds high in the valley, more than a dozen Jindan monks gathered here, all of them showed their eyes, and glanced at the arena below, they were all Jindan representatives from the north and south, forming the elders' council of this competition, and jointly testing the results of the competition, so as not to be unfair.

A green-robed monk from the Southern Sect Lingxiao Sect pointed down quite complacently: "You see, all the thirty-three members of the Jin family sent by our Lingxiao Sect have passed the test, and I bet that they are the sect with the largest number of people entering the finals!

"Not necessarily, right?" the rematch is a melee mode in the Infinite Immortal Pagoda, if other sects join forces to deal with your Ling Xiao Sect's Jin family, I don't think there will be many thirty-three people left?" a Jin Dan monk from the Northern Sect's Spirit Beast Mountain shook his head and said.

"What are you talking about? You northerners, dare to underestimate our Lingxiao Sect?" the blue-robed monk rolled his eyelids and suddenly shouted. (To be continued.) )