When the disciples of Zhulin Mountain flew to the square in front of the Taiyi Palace, most of the Qi cultivators of the entire sect had already gathered here, and the most excited among them were those who had low cultivation. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Because most of them knew that they couldn't fight the monks at the upper stage of Qi cultivation, they didn't have so many ideas, so they just watched the excitement.

However, the people who are preparing to participate in the big competition are all preoccupied, and they probably already know that the next trial is a dead end, and some people have already retreated.

Liu Qinghuan was secretly funny, he hadn't even passed the big competition, and these people were too worried, as if they could really enter the top 100.

At this time, a loud voice sounded over the square in front of the hall: "All Qi cultivation period disciples listen to orders!"

Liu Qinghuan looked for prestige, and saw a foundation-building monk with a serious face standing in front of the gate of the Taiyi Palace: "In this big competition, disciples above the seventh level of Qi cultivation can participate. In the first round, a wheel battle is held in order, and each disciple who comes to the stage will enter the next round as long as he can win ten consecutive games. ”

There are still 10 more wins in the wheel war! Many people were dumbfounded in an instant.

What a surprise! In the past, the big contests were one-on-one, and the winner advanced to the next round, but this time he actually had to win 10 games in a row! This test is not only combat effectiveness.

The Tsukiji monk continued: "In a wheel battle, if the disciple on the stage wins, the next challenger can play, if there is no one to challenge after winning, he will automatically win after a quarter of an hour, and if there is no one to challenge within half an hour, he will win ten consecutive matches and enter the second round of the competition. ”

The sound of "buzzing" discussions filled the entire square in front of the Taiyi Palace, and many people were talking to each other, and they all felt that this time Dabi was very harsh.

The monk with a serious expression suddenly lowered his voice tenfold and suppressed all the discussions: "Now, the disciples who want to participate in the big competition, come here to get the sign, at noon, the big competition officially starts!"

At this time, ten tables had been set up under the steps in front of the Taiyi Hall.

Many people hesitate for a while. First of all, they knew that the place of trial was the place of death of the abyss, and now they were going to win ten games in a row, and many people who were not confident in the first place hesitated and gathered in place to discuss.

But there are also people who are very decisive.

"I'm afraid of a hammer! It's not a battlefield, Lao Tzu can fight ten battles at a time! Not to mention ten, I'm not afraid of a hundred!" A strong man with an eighth-level qi practice carried a thick mace-shaped magic weapon, shouting and swaggering to line up.

Liu Qinghuan was already at the back of a long line. The monk who dealt the number plate was very fast, and the line moved very fast, and in a moment there were only two or three men left in front of him.

"No. 3 Battle Platform No. 2?" the person in front of him yelled strangely and shouted, "There are so many people in front of me, how did I get No. 2?"

The monk who dealt the number plate didn't bother to pay attention to him: "Next." ”

He was reminded that "this is randomly generated. ”

It was Liu Qinghuan's turn, and the monk who issued the number plate said: "Identity jade Jane." ”

Liu Qinghuan handed him his identity jade slip, only to see him take out a blank token, there was a depression on the token, just embedding the identity jade slip into it, and then a line of words appeared on the token: Liu Qinghuan, disciple of Zhulin Mountain, No. 219 of the sixth battle platform.

Two hundred and nineteenth, this number is neither forward nor backward.

Liu Qinghuan took the token, went to the periphery of the square in front of the hall to find a place with fewer people, and sat down cross-legged to wait.

If you want to win ten games in a row, he is not sure. This not only tested the monk's fighting skills, but also his ability to fight continuously. And the uncertainty of the opponent causes more variables, which he is completely unable to calculate.

After a while, Bai Fengming and Lin Guang came over, Lin Guang looked depressed, and muttered: "It's over, it's over! I definitely won't be able to win ten wheel battles." He asked Liu Qinghuan again: "Senior Brother Liu, are you sure?"

Liu Qinghuan shook his head: "I can only act when I see the opportunity." ”

"That's it. Lin Guang sat on the ground and spontaneously stunned.

When it was almost noon, ten huge battle platforms appeared in the square in front of the palace, lined up in a row, full of momentum.

The three of them stood up, Lin Guang was on the tenth battle platform, a little far away, while Bai Fengming was adjacent to Liu Qinghuan, on the fifth battle platform.

"Senior Brother Liu, what are your numbers?" Bai Fengming asked.

"Two hundred and nineteen. ”

"Well, I'm number eighty-three, and I should be in front of you. ”

Liu Qinghuan said goodbye to him for the time being, and came to the No. 6 battle platform, which was already full of Qi cultivation disciples who had won this battle platform, and there were also young disciples who were only cultivating on the first or second floors waiting to watch the battle.

"When!When!When!" The midday bell rang throughout the Immortal Peak, and a middle-aged foundation building monk flew up to the No. 6 battle platform, looked down and said, "Before going on stage, I will explain the rules to you. ”

After seeing that everyone was looking at him intently, the middle-aged Zhuji monk continued: "First, those who fall off the battlefield lose, those who have no follow-up combat effectiveness lose, those who voluntarily surrender lose, and those who do not go to the battlefield after reading the number for half an hour lose; second, those who do not stop after the opponent admits defeat, will be disqualified from the big competition; third, they must not deliberately kill their fellow disciples, once they are found out, the people from the Law Enforcement Hall are there. ”

When everyone turned around, they saw that there was not only one of them, but not far from each platform, there was a foundation building monk standing looking at the platform with sharp eyes, and the black sect clothes on their bodies were embroidered with a hedgehog divine beast.

"Alright!" The middle-aged monk on the stage clapped his hands: "Now, the first and second monks of this battle platform can come to the stage." After speaking, a spiritual power shot out of his hand, and a transparent light shield appeared around the battle platform. After doing this, he retreated outside the battle platform.

The following disciples, you look at me, I look at you, thinking to myself who is so lucky to draw the first and second numbers.

A male cultivator who practiced qi at the seventh level had a bitter face, and flew onto the platform in full view of everyone, with a look of uneasiness written on his face. However, after seeing his opponent, he breathed a sigh of relief.

His opponent was a fellow practitioner with him, and he was also a seventh-level Qi cultivator. After the two saluted each other, they each posed as if they were going to fight.

Half an hour later, there was already an uproar of applause from the other battle platforms, but only the people in front of the sixth battle platform were drowsy.

The two monks on the stage were far away from each other with spiritual power covers, one shouted "Fireball Technique" and sent a fireball, and the other shouted "Water Archery Technique" and sent a water arrow, which made Sven and friendly.

They fought very hard, but the crowd in the audience booed.

"What the hell! you should make stakes!" cried out in discontent. Liu Qinghuan also opened his eyes, he had never seen this kind of fighting, had these two never really fought with anyone?

The two on the stage were still unhurriedly fisting and kicking, so anxious that everyone in the audience jumped to their feet. A huge bubble fruit flew out of the crowd and slapped on the light mask of the battle platform with a snap, and the rich juice flowed down the water.

The middle-aged Zhuji monk threw a warning glance at the disciple who threw the bubble fruit, but he didn't say anything. He was also very helpless, what happened to these Qi cultivation disciples now, if they were all like this, they would only be killed when they went out.

Fortunately, the cultivation of the two on the stage was not high, and there was so much spiritual power, and in the end, both of them were sold out, and the No. 1 male cultivator won with a little more spiritual power than the other party.

Before he had time to be happy, No. 3 came to the stage and slapped him off the stage directly: "Damn! Even if the cultivation is low, you won't fight; if you can't fight, you won't talk about it, and you'll be embarrassed!"

This is a male cultivator who has practiced qi at the ninth level, tall and with an ape back and a bee waist, after knocking the No. 1 monk off the stage, he hugged his fists and said: "Wang Zhen in Xia Siyuan Building, I don't know who my opponent is." ”

"It's me!" A cold voice came from the onlookers, and a man with two swords on his back flew onto the battle platform and landed opposite Wang Zhen: "I'm No. 4, Mo Xie Feng Si Hollow Xinming." ”

"Ahh

"Sikong Xinming, practicing the ninth layer of qi, it is said that he practices double swords, which is very powerful. ”

"What's so powerful about the twin swords!" someone said disdainfully.

"At first glance, you are not a sword cultivator, controlling the dual swords is not so simple, you need to ......"

The audience talked lively, but Wang Zhen smiled bitterly on the stage, he didn't expect to meet a powerful opponent as soon as he came on stage. Originally, he wanted to preserve his strength at the beginning, but now he can only go all out.

"Senior Brother Sikong, please advise!" Wang Zhen hugged his fists.