Chapter 517: The Final Begins

Time passed in the blink of an eye, and soon the final stage was reached.

Not only the forty people who participated in the competition, but also all the big and small forces in Yuzhou were present to visit the most grand occasion of the Yunshui Sect every fifty years.

A dense sea of ​​people gathered around.

Cheers erupted everywhere, like the sound of a tsunami.

Fortunately, the eyesight of a monk is much better than that of an ordinary monk. As long as there is no smoke and dust blocking his vision, even a monk in the True Yuan Realm can clearly see what is happening on the huge arena even if he stands on a high place several miles away. battle.

As for the Yunshui Sect many years ago, in order to let the Yuzhou monks who came to watch the battle enjoy themselves, and also to show the courage of the first sect in Yuzhou.

It was the great supernatural being who shot directly,

Move mountains and fill seas.

Around the incomparably wide square, a series of mountains continued to increase from the inside to the outside, radiating outward like mountain steps.

This is a huge basin.

It is enough to accommodate hundreds of thousands of monks watching the battle.

At this time, the mountains around the square were already densely covered with Yuzhou cultivators, waiting for the final decisive battle to start.

This time the final,

Who will ascend to the highest position, become the number one inner sect of the Yunshui Sect, and dominate Yuzhou for an era in the next fifty years?

Who will become the biggest dark horse, perform the best in the finals of this competition, and be famous throughout Yuzhou?

everything,

It's all full of unknowns.

"It's a grand event held every fifty years. Those standing on the field at this time are all under the age of a hundred. For the true Yuanjing, they are young and middle-aged, but their achievements have surpassed many people who have never been born in the True Yuanjing. Unreachable realm."

Among the surrounding audience, some people sighed authentically.

There is envy between the words.

A monk's practice is like a race with sails, if you don't advance, you will retreat.

Looking at Yuzhou cultivation world,

Among the huge number of people, how many people have never been able to break through the bottleneck of the level from the spirit yuan to the real yuan, and have been trapped in the peak of the spirit yuan realm all their lives, unable to make any progress, and can only die of old age?

But how many people, even though they were promoted to the True Yuan Realm by luck,

But it is difficult to enter the road in the future, and has not been able to make an inch of progress in decades?

Not to mention the legends of the higher realms such as the cave true fairyland, for them, the way is just a conceptual goal that is elusive and elusive.

Compared to the vast majority of mediocre people, the forty people gathered in the arena in the square can almost be said to be the future of the next era of cultivation.

"Whether they win or lose in the end, they must be the ones who will stir up trouble in the cultivation world in the future!"

"Yeah, those geniuses shouldn't be too dazzling compared to ordinary people like me."

Many people commented and sighed.

He looked enviously at the forty people in the square.

There are also many people who are making predictions for this final, arguing and guessing who will win the final battle.

It would be the top three insiders, or other powerful dark horses.

Because the finals have returned to the competition system of the preliminary competition, one-on-one battles, the winner is promoted, and the cruel competition system of the loser being eliminated makes the final result full of possibilities.

.....

The hustle and bustle on the field did not affect too many things.

With the appearance of the lord of Yunshui Sect,

All around is quiet.

The head of the Yunshui Sect didn't talk too much, he briefly talked about some polite opening remarks, encouraging the disciples of the sect to fight bravely, and then briefly talked about the competition system of the finals, and finally the finals kicked off.

"I didn't expect that in the finals, it would be such a simple one-on-one, where the winner is promoted and the loser is eliminated."

among the crowd,

From the corner of Zhang Qingyuan's eyes, he glanced at his fellow disciples around him, and said inwardly.

"But it's normal. The philosophy of the sect has always been to pay attention to the path of monks, magic treasures, wealth and land companions. Sometimes luck is the key to whether you can go to the end."

"The semi-final format,

It is determined that the final selection is the absolute strong, which ensures the general fairness. "

"If you encounter an opponent who is far stronger than you in the finals and unfortunately lose, and the final ranking does not match your real strength, it can only be said to be a matter of luck. Luck is also a part of strength."

"Moreover, the number one selected in this way can be said to be the strongest without a doubt!"

For this,

Zhang Qingyuan didn't care.

Because after this period of promotion, he has undergone a radical change.

How strong is he now,

He himself is not very clear.

Even against the number one player in the first scene, he wasn't afraid at all!

"Come on, the stronger the opponent, the more able to test the achievements of my practice since I traveled to this world!"

From an inconspicuous ant in the cultivation world back then,

From the ordinary junior cultivator who couldn't even make it to the finals of the outer sect back then.

Standing on this ground until now,

Standing on the square stage where hundreds of thousands of people watched the battle, Zhang Qingyuan also had a sense of pride and ambition in his heart!

Years of silent penance, years of hardship, and years of forbearance.

Finally reached this step, how can he not be so excited?

"On this stage, it is the proof that I have not had any waste in the past ten years!"

Just as thoughts kept rushing through Zhang Qingyuan's mind.

Not long after,

On the high platform, the opponent has already been drawn by lot.

There are ten huge arenas standing on the entire square, and the first round of the finals will be held on these ten big arenas at the same time, and the top twenty will be determined.

"Zhang Qingyuan, against Lu Xiao!"

Zhang Qingyuan came back to his senses, his body transformed into a ray of light and jumped up, and he fell lightly into the arena of the deacon referee who called his name.

The other nine arenas also started calling for people to come on stage.

However, Zhang Qingyuan didn't care much about the others. At this moment, he was focusing his eyes on the opponent in front of him.

Zheng!

A beam of sword light, like a tearing space, fell into the opposite side of the arena with incomparably sharp vigor and swiftness.

This is a swordsman,

In his hand was a long sword with azure blue magic weapon. He was wearing a Tsing Yi, standing upright opposite him, his figure was like a long sword, and his whole body carried a proud and straight aura.

The other party was standing opposite, neither moving nor speaking.

Strands of sword intent spread randomly around, illusory, invisible to the naked eye, as if there was nothing, but it gave people a sharp aura.

"This sword intent..."

Although Zhang Qingyuan is not a pure swordsman, he is not the kind of swordsman who puts his body and mind into the sword in his hand.

But he who has comprehended the sword intent is far sharper than ordinary sword repairers.

that fills the void,

The soft but sharp and introverted sword intent seems to be somewhat familiar.

"Why does this kind of sword intent, I have a familiar feeling..."

Suddenly,

Standing on the ring, Zhang Qingyuan had a flash of inspiration, as if thinking of something, his pupils shrank. High-speed text hand typing I have a proficiency panel chapter list