Chapter 520: The Eve of the Grand Competition

Apart from some new disciples, many old disciples also bowed their hands to say hello to Zhao Jian.

However, this Zhao Jian didn't look sideways, and walked straight over. On his elegant face, there was a bone-deep indifference, and he didn't stop to talk to people at all.

Those new disciples were okay, they looked at Zhao Jian with fiery yearning eyes, but the old disciples were very dissatisfied with his attitude.

In addition, when many old disciples looked at him, their eyes showed a bit of vigilance, while some seemed quite disdainful. Disciple, you will definitely be beaten to the ground.

Zhao Jian walked past those people, turning a deaf ear to these gossip.

Just when Shi Mu turned his eyes to look at Zhao Jian, this person suddenly turned his head and looked towards him, and the eyes of the two of them met directly.

Zhao Jian's glance made Shi Mu's heart tremble suddenly, and the unreasonable feeling of uneasiness ten years ago came to his heart again.

However, Zhao Jian's eyes only flicked past Shi Mu's body, and swept towards other places, making Shi Mu a little puzzled for a while, did the other party really notice him?

"Hey, I haven't seen you in ten years, brother Shi's skill has improved a lot!" At this moment, Qing Changtian got out from nowhere and stood beside Shi Mu and shouted.

"Hehe, how can you compare with Brother Qing, this time the competition will depend on you showing your talents." Shi Mu said

Qing Changtian laughed, greeted the familiar Ma Long, Zi Ling and several other nearby new disciples, chatted casually for a while, then disappeared again.

"quiet!"

At this moment, Shi Mu heard a low shout suddenly coming from midair.

The voice was not loud, but it was full of majesty, and it reached everyone's ears very clearly.

Shi Mu heard it familiarly, looked up, and saw a cyan vortex appeared on the tall cyan stone tablet at some point, and then an old man in green robe walked out of it.

I saw that the man had gray beard and hair, drooping eyebrows, but his complexion was as ruddy as a child's, but he was the Elder of Sadness who once presided over the Tianshui Qingshan Trial.

At this moment, the originally noisy crowd suddenly became quiet, and everyone's eyes were attracted by it.

"Disciples, ten years have passed since the last century-old disciple test. People often say that ten years sharpen a sword, and today is the time for you to unsheath your sword and compete for strength! Holy land disciples, those who can live here , do you have the heart to compete for supremacy?" Elder Sad Bone asked loudly.

"have!"

The scene that was already quiet suddenly boiled with the words of Elder Sad Bone, and the fighting passion of all the disciples was instantly ignited.

"Okay, only if you have the heart to compete for supremacy can you compete for victory! According to the usual practice, this old man will start announcing the rules of this competition." Elder Sad Bone glanced across the field, nodded in satisfaction and said.

Shi Mu was about to concentrate on listening, when suddenly he felt a strange feeling of being watched.

He looked around, and out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of Lu Jing in a green robe standing not far away, looking at him maliciously.

Beside him, there was a man with half black and half white yin and yang face, but it was Liao Yong.

Those two people glanced at Shi Mu from time to time, and then turned their heads to talk, with resentment faintly showing in their eyes.

Shi Mu saw it, but just smiled lightly, then turned his gaze back.

"...there are three rounds of this year's competition. The first round is the knockout round, with 940 lower-ranking disciples and 32 temporary upper-ranking disciples participating together. The order of participation and the two sides will be determined by drawing lots, and the final ranking will be determined , the last 108 disciples will be directly revoked as Qinglan's disciples and expelled from the Holy Land," said the elder of Sad Bone.

As soon as these words came out, many people showed nervous expressions, especially some new disciples who had just started ten years ago.

"With so many people participating in the competition, it seems that we will go through a tough battle." Ma Long said with some concern.

"Sister, don't worry too much. After all, there are thousands of people participating, and the elimination rate is only one-tenth. It won't be so unlucky. Brother Shi, do you think so?" Zi Ling smiled sweetly.

"According to this competition system, as long as you win the first round, you will be exempt from elimination." Shi Mu said.

After hearing this, Ma Long nodded in relief.

"...The second round is a competition for positions. The top 108 disciples determined in the knockout round will be eligible to challenge the original 108 high-ranking disciples, and the winner will replace them and become the new high-ranking disciples. Disciple, but everyone only has one chance." Elder Sad Bone paused for a while, then continued.

Seeing that Ma Long's sister and brother were all attracted by Elder Sad Bone, Shi Mu leaned towards Zi Ling and asked in a low voice:

"Are you Ziling now? Or Zihe?"

The little girl with the shofar braids just blinked her big eyes and said nothing.

Seeing this, Shi Mu felt helpless, so he had no choice but to turn his gaze back to Elder Sad Bone.

"The final third round is the challenge competition. Each of the 108 high-ranking disciples has a chance to challenge the person who ranks ahead of him, and the winner can exchange ranks with him. Of course, you can also choose not to Challenge anyone, but once you are challenged by others, you cannot refuse and you must fight. However, for the sake of fairness, the same person can be challenged up to three times, and after three times, you don't need to participate in the battle."

"In the end, among the top disciples, the one who ranks first will get 1,000 profound spirit points, the second one will get five hundred profound spirit points, the third one will get three hundred profound spirit points, and the rest of the top ten will get two One hundred mysterious spirit points, the top fifty disciples will get one hundred mysterious spirit points, and the rest of the high-ranking disciples will get fifty mysterious spirit points. In the holy land, what does the mysterious spirit point mean, so I don’t need to say more? , the person who ranks first can also go to the Shenbing Pavilion and choose a top-grade spiritual weapon, and the second and third people can each choose a top-grade spiritual weapon." The elder sad bone continued.

"The reward is so generous!" Among the crowd, some new disciples suddenly exclaimed.

"This year's rewards seem to be even richer than the last one. I have never rewarded top-quality spiritual weapons before!" An old disciple also shouted in surprise.

Everyone's enthusiasm was mobilized at once. Faced with such a generous reward, their mouths were almost drooling, and their eyes were full of eagerness to try.

Hearing this, Shi Mu felt a burst of excitement in his heart. He would undoubtedly need a lot of mysterious spirit points if he wanted to exchange for the basic skills behind the Nine-turn Mysterious Kungfu.

"Okay, the rules and rewards of the three rounds of competition have been announced, what else do you not understand?" Elder Sad Bone glanced down and asked.

For a long while, no one spoke.

"Okay, since that's the case, then the old man announces that the ten-year competition has officially started. Everyone, go to the Qinglan Bang stele to check the order of their respective battles." Elder Sad Bone said.

Shi Mu and the others immediately followed the flow of people and moved towards the huge blue stone tablet.

At this moment, a tall, thin and dark-faced young man squeezed in front of Shi Mu in the crowd, and said with a smile:

"Junior Brother Shi, don't come here unharmed!"

"Your Excellency is...Senior Brother Zhao?" Shi Mu was slightly startled and said.

That Yin Xiao youth was exactly Zhao Chenlei, listening to Shi Mu's tone, he seemed to have forgotten that he was such a person, and the smile on his face couldn't help but stiffen.

"Junior Brother Shi is really a nobleman who forgets things." Zhao Chenlei forced a smile and said.

"Senior Brother Zhao?" Shi Mu asked directly, not wanting to talk too much.

"It's nothing, I just came to say hello, I wish Junior Brother Shi a good result in the competition." Zhao Chenlei said.

"Then I'll take my brother's good words and say goodbye." After finishing speaking, Shi Mu ignored Zhao Chenlei, and squeezed towards the blue stone tablet with Ma Long and the two daughters.

Zhao Chenlei stood at the same spot, looking at Shi Mu's back, the smiling face was swept away immediately.

When Shi Mu, Ma Long, and Ziling's two daughters came to the huge stone tablet of Qinglan Bang, they saw that the surface of the stone tablet was shining with a faint blue light, and groups of battle information had been displayed on it.

In the third match of No. 3 Martial Arts Stage, Zi Ling played against Yu Tianfeng.

In the second round of the No. 9 Martial Arts Stage, Ma Long played against Lu Yanwu.

On the 64th Martial Arts Stage, in the first match, Li Wu played against Shi Mu.

...

Several people glanced at the tablet and saw their respective opponents.

Shi Mu also took a special look at Zhao Jian's situation, and found that his opponent was No. 34 on the Yanwu stage, and his opponent was an old disciple named Hu Chen.

"Brother Shi, Zi Ling, I wish you a great victory." Ma Long said to Shi Mu.

"Sister, you will definitely win too! Brother Shi, see you later!" Zi Ling said.

After Shi Mu nodded to the second daughter, he walked in a certain direction.

At this time, many disciples who had received their own signatures had also dispersed, walking towards the martial arts stage where they were fighting.

Shi Mu's Martial Arts Stage is located in the west of the plain, not far from Qinglan Bang.

When he came to the Martial Arts Stage, he saw that on the stone platform, there was already a slender, but somewhat hunched man with a bowed back, standing with his back facing him.

And around the stone platform, there are still some old disciples who have not arranged to fight, and they are chatting together in twos and threes.

As soon as Shi Mu approached, someone around seemed to have spotted him, pointing at him, booing him continuously.

"Hey, who am I? It turns out that I'm just a human race! It seems that this game is nothing to watch." A young man with a long fox face surrounded by the field, twirling an orchid and pointing at Shi Mu, said mother-in-law.

"For humans, I'm afraid Senior Brother Li doesn't even need to use his method, he can settle it within three moves!" A short, wretched young man next to him echoed.

The bow-backed man standing on the stage heard the discussion on the sidelines, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help but smile. Obviously, the compliments from these people were very rewarding.

Shi Mu, on the other hand, had a calm face, turned a deaf ear to these messy words, walked up to the martial arts stage in three or two steps, and stopped ten feet in front of the arched man.

Because of this person's hunched back, Shi Mu couldn't see his true face until he walked in front of him.

I saw the man's round face, thick and short eyebrows, a pair of round eyes shining with dark yellow light, a flat and short nose slightly turned up, but there was a rabbit's mouth opened with three petals underneath, the whole face looked It looks very ugly.

Although the man was arched, he was quite burly and taller than Shi Mu. His exposed skin, including his face, was covered with yellow, black and gray fur, which looked like a bird. A slender civet.

Seeing Shi Mu coming in front of him, he looked Shi Mu up and down with his eyelids drooping, but instead of looking directly at him, he squinted his eyes, looking full of disdain. (To be continued.)