The second type is based on strength, as long as you can reach the cultivation above the fivefold realm of breaking the void at the age of thirty, you can enter the second competition.

The first test doesn't require players to play against each other, so the risk is almost non-existent. However, when it comes to the second entrance test, all the contestants must be tested in person.

An excellent sword cultivator must possess sufficient strength, which is a supreme truth that cannot be changed at any time. Since ancient times, sword cultivation has been a symbol of strength.

Under the leadership of Xu Mingren, all the disciples of the Sword Soul lineage unceremoniously occupied the most front position, for this almost domineering and arrogant approach, although many monks were dissatisfied, but under the absolute power, no one dared to show it.

He Yanqiu's gaze was withdrawn from the high platform, Zhao Haifeng's intentional or unintentional annotations just now always made him feel very uncomfortable.

Under Zhao Yu'er's strong request, He Yanqiu had no choice but to stand at the forefront of the disciples of the Lingyu Sect, and it was Ouyang Ziyou, the senior brother of the third generation of disciples of the Lingyu Sect, who was ranked alongside him.

This is the second time He Yanqiu has seen Ouyang Ziyou, and the eyes of the two sides inadvertently meet, He Yanqiu always feels that this Ouyang Ziyou seems to be looking at him very wrong.

The murderous aura was not felt from Ouyang Ziyou's body, but the aura on Ouyang Ziyou's body made He Yanqiu very uncomfortable, and the closer he got closer, the more obvious it became.

Zhao Yu'er also seemed to see that there was something wrong between He Yanqiu and her senior brother, and wanted to reconcile, but she couldn't find any interface.

Therefore, in the camp of the Lingyu Sect Needle Piece, a strange atmosphere gradually rose, especially around He Yanqiu and Ouyang Ziyou, and the almost cold and lonely atmosphere made people feel extremely uncomfortable.

The Tianmai Great Competition has officially begun, and the atmosphere in the first stage of the trial is not very enthusiastic because it is relatively simple, but there are still many disciples who are interested in watching those low-level cultivators who have shown their talents.

Because He Yanqiu was less than thirty years old, and his cultivation had already broken the eightfold realm, he naturally entered the second stage of the competition without any delay.

In the small trial grounds, those disciples with low cultivation vied with each other to show their kendo cultivation, while the onlookers next to them pointed and pointed, and the expressions on their faces were very rich.

Because the Tianmai Dabi is once every thirty years, the age gap between the monks who come to participate in the Dabi is relatively large, and some monks are only fourteen or fifteen years old, and they have already stood in the ring and began to practice their kendo constantly.

Through He Yanqiu's own observations, most of these monks who are slightly younger and quite weak are very talented, but there are not many monks who really have decisive qualifications, and even now, He Yanqiu has only met one.

When this fourteen-year-old little monk slowly walked into the trial ground, He Yanqiu's gaze suddenly converged, because he felt a special and familiar smell in this little monk.

The sword qi is restrained, and the sword is one.

You can't go wrong with this feeling, being able to reach this level of kendo cultivation at such a young age, even He Yanqiu has to secretly praise it.

Obviously, the people who were attracted by this little monk arranged He Yanqiu, and in a short time, there were already hundreds of people who came over.

Originally, this little monk could leave the field with just a little practice, but for some reason, the elders of the Spirit Jade Sect never opened their mouths to let this little monk advance.

The expression on the little monk's face did not change at all, and it seemed that he was not disturbed by the outside world at all, and the blue spirit sword in his hand was like a long snake constantly flying, gradually releasing a strange aura, driving the emotions of the onlookers.

What a powerful little monk He Yanqiu sighed silently, although this little monk is still young, but this emotional sword path has already achieved a small success, I have to say that he is talented.

"Childe, in a ring over there, there is a kid named Lei Xu, whose kendo talent is very unusual, and it is worth paying attention to. The sword soul thought that the disciple was speaking to Xu Mingren.

Xu Mingren raised his eyebrows slightly, and an expression of interest appeared on his face.

"If you can let Ah Si personally say that his talent is good, it means that he really has two hits, and this son has written it down, and he will naturally be included if he has the opportunity. Xu Mingren spoke lightly, his voice fluctuating.

Although the number of monks who came to participate in the Heavenly Pulse Contest this time has exceeded 10,000, the number of people who can really enter the second trial is not too many, especially the talented candidates like the little monks, it seems that there are not so many people.

In less than three hours, most of the monks were eliminated, and only about 1,000 people were left to enter the second round of the competition.

In the second round, the emotions of the players were instantly stirred up, because they had to face an extremely severe test next.

Kendo is ruthless, and if you want to really select those outstanding monks with sword cultivation qualifications, you must end up in a competition, and you must have real swords and guns, which also means great risks.

For this kind of competition, of course He Yanqiu would not be afraid, but some disciples whose strength was not so outstanding had to worry.

"Please enter your respective trial area, and the second round of the competition will begin now. Zhao Haifeng said his second sentence today.

The second round of the competition was divided into seventy-three areas, from the first level of the Void Breaking to the Ninth Level, and then there was a trial area specially established for the monks under the Void Breaking Realm.

He Yanqiu was finally able to play, and under Zhao Yuer's cheering gaze, He Yanqiu appeared in front of that opponent in a flash.

Nine feet tall and a giant sword, this is He Yanqiu's first opponent, a black tower man who breaks through the eightfold realm.

"Boy, looking at your thin arms and legs, I can't help but beat me at all, so I advise you to end the game early, so as not to save your life. ”

He Yanqiu's expression was light, the corners of his eyebrows were slightly raised, and then the corners of his mouth drew an arc, and he smiled, "Okay, I won't know until I fight." ”

The black eyebrows of the black tower man like worms suddenly converged, and the black giant sword inserted in the ring was raised with a click, and then slammed into the ring with a loud bang.

"In this way, you kid is very confident, but it's best not to be overconfident, otherwise the black demon in Lao Tzu's hands will teach you how to be a person."

He Yanqiu smiled faintly, stretched out his hand and made a gesture of please.

"Good, kid has a kind. The big man of the Black Tower smiled fiercely, and then slowly raised the black giant sword in his hand and pointed at He Yanqiu in front of him.

Zhao Yuer stood under the stage, looking at the nine-foot man in the ring, her face was slightly worried. Although he is very confident in He Yanqiu's strength, in the face of such an extremely terrible opponent, anyone has to be a little weak.

Not only Zhao Yu'er, but also the many monks who were watching saw the figure of the big man in the Black Tower, as well as the giant sword in his hand that he didn't know how heavy it was, and their faces were not so good-looking.

If it was whether he could take the sword of this black tower man, some monks secretly speculated, and then quickly sighed silently.

Obviously, this black tower man has brought a lot of deterrence to all, sometimes, being fierce is also an advantage, and sometimes, using a domineering mist is an advantage. The Black Tower and the Han have both of them, and it seems that they have won the game.

The big man of the Black Tower pointed his sword at He Yanqiu, and in a short period of time, he didn't make an immediate move, and He Yanqiu was also so quiet.

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