Chapter 1207 Competition (1)

With the expectation of all the disciples, the day of the new disciples Dabi will soon come.

Early in the morning, Su Jinyue and Zhan Yihan followed the deacon to the arena with the other new disciples.

I saw that the stage was already set up on the arena, and in the open space under the stage, many old disciples were standing there waiting to watch the game.

On the high platform not far from the stage, sat the elders of each peak and the elders of the disciple house.

"I'm so nervous!" Ling Xiaoqiu clenched her hands tightly and looked nervously at the competition stage not far away. When she was in the cultivation world, she often participated in competitions, but she had never been so nervous like this time. Maybe the result of this competition is related to her future distribution in the sect. If her grades are excellent this time, she can choose the peaks she wants to go to practice. If her grades are too bad, she can only wait for the elders of the peaks to choose her. If the elders of each peak were not selected, then she would end up being a miscellaneous disciple.

Su Jinyue turned her head and smiled at Ling Xiaoqiu, "Relax, as long as it is an ordinary game, your strength is above average among the disciples, there will be no problem."

"Yeah." Ling Xiaoqiu nodded, took a deep breath, and tried to calm herself down.

"Now, all the disciples are invited to draw lots to decide the order of their appearances, starting with the first disciple here and taking the stage in order." The deacon looked at the disciple on the right and said.

The first disciple on the right came out of the line and stretched out his hand to draw a jade card from the box on the table, followed by the second disciple, the third disciple...

Seeing that it was her turn, Su Jinyue stepped forward, reached out and took out a jade card from the box, only to see that the number on it was seventy-nine. With her group of new disciples, plus the group of disciples before them, there are a total of 239 disciples.

Su Jinyue estimated that it would be her turn in tomorrow's game. Seeing that Zhan Yihan had also drawn the jade card, she asked, "What number are you?"

"One hundred and twenty-three." Zhan Yihan said.

"I'm No. 94." Wu Zheng said from the side.

"I am one hundred and seventy-two." Ling Xiaoqiu said. This competition is a wheel battle. Each disciple needs to win ten consecutive games to advance, or no one can challenge to advance.

While several people were talking, the two disciples on the stage had already started a battle.

Looking up, I saw that one of them was Li Hui who came in with them, and another disciple was a disciple of the previous batch.

The disciple in the last batch of the two used a flute. As he put the flute to his mouth, a beautiful flute sound poured out. Li Hui, who was using the double hammer on the opposite side, froze, and his eyes began to blur. stand up.

"Sound attack." Su Jinyue raised her eyebrows with interest. This is the first time she has seen someone use the sound technique. Sound skills seem weak and powerless, but they can silently destroy the opponent's consciousness, making people completely addicted to music and unable to extricate themselves.

Li Hui's eyes became dull, and he stood stunned. He was kicked off the stage before he woke up. After looking around, he realized that he had been eliminated.

Looking at the disciples on the stage, Li Hui felt a little scared in his heart, but at the same time he was secretly grateful. Fortunately, the competition stipulated that no one's life should be hurt, otherwise he would be more fortunate this time.

With the end of the first game, the disciple who got the third number plate jumped onto the stage.

"Please!" The disciple who used the flute smiled and made a gesture of invitation to the disciple who was newly on the stage. Seeing the other disciple rushing up, he quickly took a few steps back and put the flute in his hand to his mouth again.

A flute sound poured out again, and it soon covered the entire stage.

The disciple on the opposite side was mentally prepared after knowing that the other party was using sound attack. When the other party played the flute, he quickly played an isolation formation around himself.

The sound of the flute slammed into the isolation formation, rippling in circles.

"Crack!" With a light sound, a crack opened in the isolation, and the flute quickly entered the isolation formation, and the disciple was quickly controlled by the flute.

Seeing that the opponent's eyes became dull, the disciple who used the flute lifted his foot and kicked the opponent off the stage.

The second round is over again.

"That disciple is amazing!" Wu Zheng exclaimed. If it is replaced by himself, he will definitely not last long. Fortunately, it is unlikely that he will meet the opponent at the back.

"I didn't expect the sound attack to be so powerful." Ling Xiaoqiu said incredulously. This is also the first time she has seen someone use a sound attack.

Su Jinyue curled her lips and smiled, "Although the sound attack is powerful, it uses his own immortal spiritual power to attack the opponent. Look at that cultivator, he looks relaxed, but in fact he can't support it for long."

After Wu Zheng and Ling Xiaoqiu heard the words, they carefully looked at the disciple on the stage, and sure enough, they saw the other's face turning pale.

"Although the sound attack is powerful, it doesn't look like everyone can control it." Wu Zheng sighed.

"It's because his own strength is too weak. If he replaced it with a stronger cultivator to control the sound art, he could definitely exert more power, Senior Sister Su, isn't it?" Ling Xiaoqiu looked at Su Jinyue and asked.

"Yeah." Su Jinyue nodded.

The competition on the stage continued. In the fifth match, the disciple who used the flute finally spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Sure enough, as Senior Sister Su said, the sound attack is not so easy to control." Wu Zheng shook his head.

"Yeah." Ling Xiaoqiu nodded in agreement.

At this time, a blue-haired man stepped onto the stage.

"It's Senior Brother Zhou Jizhou, who ranks first among the new disciples. That disciple who met Senior Brother Zhou was really unlucky."

"He's not the number one among the new disciples. Now the number one is Senior Brother Zhan Yihanzhan."

"I've never heard of Senior Brother Zhan, anyway, I think Senior Brother Zhou is amazing."

"That's because you haven't seen the power of Senior Brother Zhan."

"Senior Brother Zhou is a middle-stage cultivator of the loose immortals. Is there anyone who surpasses him among the new disciples?"

"Senior Brother Zhan is a late-stage cultivator. Who do you think is more powerful?" The new disciples were divided into two factions and began to argue.

Hearing the arguments of the disciples, Zhan Yihan shook his head. He is not interested in whether he is the first among the new disciples, and it is not these new disciples that he wants to surpass.

Zhou Jizhou hooked his fingers at the disciple who was about to fight him, "Let's start!" While speaking, he moved his feet and rushed towards the opponent.

When the disciple saw that his opponent was Zhou Jizhou, there was already a hint of fear in his heart, and he quickly took a few steps back when he saw Zhou Jizhou rushing towards him.

"Bang!" Zhou Jizhou slapped the disciple on the chest, and the disciple was directly knocked out and fell off the stage.