Chapter 43 - Round 1
Here, the height can't see the end, and the width seems to be boundless.
The region where the 10,000 participating monks were located was divided into ten distinct regions.
In each region, there are hundreds of huge arenas.
The size of the arena is about ten kilometers in radius, which is enough for any monk to display his methods to his heart's content.
On the outer layer of the arena, there is a layer of spiritual light covering it.
All participating monks were grouped into ten regions according to the previous grouping.
At the junction of each region, there is also a faint barrier of spiritual light barriers.
And in the surrounding air, there are countless islands suspended, and these islands are the positions of the monks watching the battle.
Before the group knockout rounds started, these islands were already bustling with people.
The monks from all the top sects, as well as those hundreds of thousands of talented monks who failed to enter the group knockout round, have already taken their positions on the island, waiting eagerly. The most outstanding monks of the younger generation today will use their own methods, In a showdown, each show their style.
The area number Lu Qingshan belongs to is six, which is the sixth group.
Whoosh whoosh!
A tide-like fluctuation spread, and everyone's eyes were raised at this moment, looking towards the midair.
The light interweaves, and seven figures emerge in the air.
He is a senior monk of the Seventh Dao Sect.
Lu Qingshan also raised his head, looking at the cultivator standing in the center of the seven, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.
He had seen six of the seven people during the reexamination at the Fengling Pagoda, but the seventh person who replaced Chang Geng as the head teacher was a new face.
This is a thin old man, wearing a green robe. On his robe, there is a black sun and a crescent moon embroidered on it. The sun and the moon meet, like a picture of Tai Chi.
This is the Taiyin Headmaster from the Huanling Sect.
Unexpectedly, the Huanlingzong's own headteacher just happened to be a shocking thing in the underworld, and only one day later, the Huanlingzong sent another headmaster to preside over the seven domains discussion.
This also reflects the strength of Huanlingzong from the side.
It was so strong that even if such a major event happened, Huan Lingzong would still be able to operate as usual.
Just like a big wave hit, only the biggest ship was still able to continue sailing.
"I will emphasize the rules with you one last time!" Headmaster Taiyin squinted his eyes slightly, and his eyes swept over the 10,000 monks who were already ready to go. The powerful voice sounded like Hong Zhong Dalu, and the sound of the drum reverberated throughout the world. In between, shocking.
"The group knockout round is divided into two rounds, the first one is the challenge match between the third-order monks and the second-order monks.
Cultivators of the third sequence, freely choose your opponents. Note that everyone has only two chances to challenge.
Every monk who is challenged can have one hour to recover before facing the next challenge.
In the end, each monk in the second sequence will be challenged up to five times. Once all the monks in the second sequence have challenged, or if no one initiates a challenge, this round of elimination will be declared over. "
Headmaster Taiyin announced: "Next, the first round of elimination begins!"
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Following Taiyin's order,
Among the participating monks on the field, there was a sudden commotion.
But in the first time, there were very few monks who chose to challenge.
The reason is also very simple. All the participating monks can see clearly. In the challenge competition under this kind of rules, the timing and eyesight of the challenge are very important.
There are ninety second-order monks in each group, and among these ninety monks, there are naturally strong and weak ones.
If you don't know why, rush forward to the first challenge rashly, and choose a hard stubble, wouldn't it be for nothing?
If you have poor eyesight, you can't blame others, but if you have poor eyesight, you must learn to wait and see.
You must know that they only have two opportunities to challenge in total, and the error tolerance rate is very low.
But if the timing of the challenge is too late, it is also inappropriate.
Because each monk of the second sequence is challenged at most five times, those who seem a little weaker may even be challenged consecutively in a short period of time.
If you miss these opportunities, and when you want to start the challenge again, the monks who still have the number of times must be stubbles that are difficult to challenge successfully.
What's more, if all the challenges of the monks in the second sequence are full, even if you have no chance to challenge twice, you can only say sorry.
Because this round of knockout is over.
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Finally, in the sixth district where Lu Qingshan was located, the monk who was the first to challenge stood up.
It was a white-clothed monk with a lean body and a perfect foundation.
He jumped to one of the hundred arenas, and his eyes fell on a monk who belonged to the second rank below the stage, a monk at the early stage of Jindan.
"This fellow Taoist, how about we exchange ideas." The monk in white clasped his hands.
The selected early-stage Jindan cultivator's face was a little livid.
Under this rule, obviously, in the eyes of this monk in white, he is the weakest monk in the second sequence, which makes him a little bit annoyed.
"Let me see what you are capable of, how dare you challenge me." The cultivator at the early stage of Jindan didn't answer the white-clothed cultivator's words directly, but uttered a sad sentence, and jumped onto the ring.
The sixth district, the first battle, officially opened!
The moment the monks at the early stage of Jindan stepped onto the ring, the light shield covering the ring shone with a burst of light.
This means that the challenge has officially begun!
The white-clothed monk gritted his teeth, shook his hand, and a black black black iron stick appeared in his hand, and the inspiration from the vibration was very powerful.
With a loud shout, he flied out quickly, and smashed the long stick in his hand at the early Golden Core cultivator head-on.
His speed was very fast, and the black iron long stick was played by him with a fierce force, like a mountain falling down.
He is just a monk in the Foundation Establishment Realm. The reason why he chose a monk in the early stage of Golden Core to challenge was not because he was the top iron, but because the monks in the second rank were all Golden Core cultivators, and he had no choice at all.
He could only make a rational analysis and make the best choice in his opinion.
The person he chose to challenge was a Dharma cultivator who was proficient in wooden techniques.
Wood mages are controlling and restraining, and their lethality is slightly weaker than other four-element spells.
And he himself is a physical trainer, with rough skin and thick flesh.
Under such circumstances, it may be possible to barely deal with the weak Mufa, and use fast break tactics to win the next victory by trick.
The Golden Core cultivator's eyes saw every movement of the white-clothed cultivator clearly, and he snorted coldly with disdain.
He did not hesitate to make a tactic with both hands, a thick wooden vine rolled towards the white-clothed monk like a ferocious boa constrictor.
At this time, Jindan cultivator's body also retreated violently, and a thick layer of turquoise vine shield appeared in front of him.
No matter how disdainful he was, the Golden Core cultivator was not careless, and immediately distanced himself.
Keeping a distance is always the first priority of Fa Xiu vs. Physical Xiu.
hiss!
The wooden vine cast by the Golden Core cultivator has been entangled in front of the white-clothed cultivator.
boom!
A black aura glowed from the thick black iron stick, and it hit the wooden vine, trying to break the spell in an instant.
But different from what the white-clothed monk imagined, the wooden vine was extremely tough. When he smashed it down with the stick, the wooden vine didn't break, and even hit the snake stick with the opportunity, entwining the magic weapon in his hand.
"Unlucky! Although the wood-type spells are not very lethal, they are extremely resilient and controllable. It can be regarded as a little restraint against my open and close moves."
The friar in white changed his mind quickly, wanting to find a way to break the situation in a hurry.
But the Golden Core cultivator, who had already distanced himself, showed a slight sneer when he saw this scene.
"you are way behind!"
He raised his long sleeves, spread the five fingers of his right hand, and formed a mudra with his left hand.
Wooden Spirit Cage!
In the palm of his right hand, spiritual power surged out, and the power belonging to Mu Xing was mobilized.
Whoosh!
Countless wooden spears rushed towards the white-clothed monk.
Faced with such a violent attack, the monk in white didn't even have time to think about it. His whole body was shocked, and a layer of golden light emerged from the surface of his body.
"Crack!"
Like a rain of arrows, the wooden spear hit the aura of the monk in white, a terrifying loud noise erupted, and cracks appeared!
"Can't you stop any move?"
The white-clothed monk originally thought that as a body repairer, the spirit of body protection could at least last a few breaths for him to make the next reaction, but the aura had completely dissipated at this time.
The wooden spear came to the chest of the monk in white.
He was instantly frightened out of his wits.
But this attack was too fast and too fierce, and he had nothing to do in a hurry.
And just when the wooden spear was about to pass through his chest, a thick layer of spiritual power enveloped him.
This is the role of the arena circle, not only to isolate the fluctuations of the battle, but also to avoid casualties of monks.
There was a clanging sound, and the seemingly ferocious wooden spear, facing this layer of spiritual protection, couldn't even stir up any waves.
The next moment, this spiritual power took advantage of the trend and rolled the white-clothed monk out of the ring.
Cultivator in white, defeated!
The friar in white had a look of frustration on his face.
Defeat is not a big deal, the main reason is that the defeat is too miserable.
The two only passed less than three moves, and he was defeated. If it wasn't for the protection of the spirit circle, he would have lost his life.
This made him lose all confidence, and he also lost his mind about the next second challenge.
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