In the squares of city streets, there are projections transmitted by talismans, suspended over the city, reflecting the majestic shadow of the greatest city in the world.
All residents in the city, whether they are old or young, can see this world-famous Nine Swords Tournament as soon as they raise their heads!
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In Tianyu City.
Tang Lin walked out of Tianxiang Restaurant early in the morning and saw countless young people filling the streets, walking in from the distant city gate.
On both sides of the street, many Tianyu City residents welcomed him warmly, screaming and reveling.
Flowers are blooming and filling the streets.
All the young people participating were like honorary warriors returning in triumph, receiving the welcome of the city residents.
One by one, young men from all over the mainland, some with dark skin, some with fair and almost transparent skin, some with blond hair, and some with blood-red hair, all walked in along with the army.
This scene is like a royal military parade!
The whole city was filled with cheers and cheers.
Even people with an indifferent personality are infected by this cheerful atmosphere, and their hearts are ignited with blazing fire!
Looking at this lively and prosperous scene, the blood in Tang Lin's body seemed to boil, "This is the Nine Swords Championship. With so many people participating, I wonder how intense it will be?"
Tang Lin clenched his fists, walked to the center of the street, and followed the army of all participating teenagers toward the center of the city.
In the center of the city is a high stone platform with the widest square, like a vast plain.
Tang Lin came to this square with the army of talented young people. Looking around, the whole square seemed to have no end, it was dark, with countless heads shaking, and the square was filled with noise.
"So many..." Tang Lin took one look and was shocked. There were at least more than 100,000 people standing in the entire square. In addition to the people who continued to come from behind the street, it was estimated that there were millions!
Millions of geniuses fighting?
Tang Lin could hardly imagine what this concept was.
Under the sunshine at half past nine, an old man in white slowly appeared above the high stone platform in the center of the square.
With his pure white clothes and two pure white wings stuck on his back, and his gentle and god-like expression, he is clearly a member of the Tianyu tribe!
"Everyone, please be quiet." The voice of the old man in white robes echoed over the entire square and even the entire Tianyu City!
All the noise and noise suddenly fell silent.
Tang Lin felt that his soul seemed to be silent. The voice was as clear as his ears and resounded like thunder in the depths of his soul. He was secretly shocked. The strength of this white-robed old man was definitely the highest he had ever seen.
"All geniuses..." The old man in white robe looked down at the audience and said loudly: "You come from all over the mainland. As long as you are a member of the human race, you can all participate in this Nine Swords Competition!"
"The Nine Swords Tournament has been passed down for countless years and continues to this day. Countless saints who have been born on the mainland all came out of this martial arts platform."
"As long as you make it to the top 500, you will be rewarded with a Tianyu City residence permit!"
"The first 100 people, each person will receive a low-grade holy weapon!"
"And those who get in the top ten can enter the fairy world and practice for ten years!"
The voice of the old man in white robe was powerful and steady, like rolling thunder. It made the blood in every young man's heart boil.
"Winning first place will be the best genius in the world this year!"
"Do you dare to compete for first place?"
When everyone heard this provocative question, the blood in their hearts seemed to be completely burned, and they wanted to leave and start fighting.
Number one in the world!
Who doesn’t want to do it?
These four words alone are enough to make countless people risk their lives and pursue it all their lives!
Adding the words "No. 1 in the world" to anything will make it completely different, whether it is food, women, wine, or strength.
"The rules for winning the Nine Swords Championship are very simple!" The white-robed old man said loudly: "First of all, only those who pass the Nine Swords Tower can participate in the official competition!"
"As long as you reach the level of warrior, you can break into the Nine Swords Tower!"
"If you can get through the third level, you can join the official competition!"
Everyone was stunned when they heard the words of the old man in white robe.
Nine Swords Tower?
Tang Lin looked at the old man in white robe.
Rumble
At this moment, a miraculous scene appeared in front of everyone. On the blue sky above their heads, nine black spots suddenly fell and expanded rapidly. They were nine exquisite white sword towers.
Each tower is steep and straight, like an unsheathed sword, exuding a cold atmosphere!
The nine sword towers are located in nine directions on the high platform. The body of the old man in white robe gradually rose into the air. Standing on the top of the nine sword towers, he said to the geniuses in the entire square: "The journey to the nine sword towers will continue."
In a month, everyone has three chances to fail."
"After passing the third level, you can participate in the Nine Swords Competition!"
"Go ahead, geniuses!"
Following the words of the old man in white robe, everyone's eyes fell on the nine sword towers brightly and powerfully.
Outside the nine sword towers, some Tianyu tribesmen with wings on their backs were seen walking out, guarding order outside the doors.
"I didn't expect that the selection competition for the Nine Swords Championship would be like this." Tang Lin took a look and found that many people were flocking to the Nine Swords Tower.
Tang Lin shrugged, "Anyway, I'll practice hard in a month."
He didn't look much and went straight back to Tianxiang Pavilion.
The boss looked at him with a smile and said: "Have you passed the Nine Swords Tower? Which floor have you reached?"
Tang Lin shook his head and said, "I haven't tried it yet."
The boss nodded and said: "There are a lot of people at first, and it takes time to squeeze in. However, when you break in, try to break through a few more floors."
"How many more floors can you break through?" Tang Lin looked at him and said, "Why?"
"This Nine Swords Tower is divided into nine floors. If you pass the third floor, you can participate in the Nine Swords Competition. However, there is no restriction on which floor others can pass. Therefore, this is actually the organizer of Baiyumen and Ancient Buddhist Temple.
A test of genius."
"Geniuses are warlike."
"The higher the level you reach, the stronger your strength will be. Therefore, many big shots did not select people in advance, but they all aimed at the Nine Sword Tower to accept the geniuses who reached the higher level."
Tang Lin suddenly came to his senses.
"Would you like to go through a few more floors?" Tang Lin smiled inwardly, "I would like to learn how this Nine Swords Tower is like."
Tang Lin returned to the courtyard of Jiuxiang Tower.
At this time, the transmission talisman in his arms lit up, and Tang Lin thought. A voice came out of the transmission talisman. It was the voice of Master Iron Lion: "Tang Lin, which level of this Nine Sword Tower are you going to reach?"
After several sound transmission conversations after becoming a disciple, Tie Shi already knew Tang Lin's name.
Tang Lin thought for a while and said: "I will try my best to try."
"Don't fight too hard in this Nine Sword Tower." Iron Lion said to Tang Lin: "If you expose it too much, others will notice it and analyze your fighting method. In this way, when you face the enemy, the opponent will take precautions against you."
Tang Lin nodded slightly.
Of course he knows this. The purpose of a military strategist is to attack the enemy when he is unprepared!
"I won't expose too much, just for fun." Tang Lin smiled slightly and said, "Master, you don't have to worry."
Iron Lion nodded and said: "Okay, come on!"
"Yeah." Tang Lin nodded.
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Ten days passed.
Tianyu City is still full of noise. And on the battle platform in the center of the city, nine sword towers have sprung up like bamboo shoots. Every day, countless people line up to enter, and then exit from the other side in disappointment.
"It's too difficult. This third-level swordsman is so perverted."
"I#￥%..."
"Father, mother, I'm sorry..."
Countless people drank in hatred in front of the Nine Swords Tower.
These nine cold and steep sword towers ruthlessly shattered the dreams of countless young people. This first level alone has deterred hundreds of thousands of people.
Pass three levels!
Disaster!
It’s as difficult as climbing to heaven!
Many people with dreams look up to these nine sword towers in despair.
At the same time, in the Tianyu Clan Castle in Tianyu City, people from the Baiyu Sect, the largest monastic sect in the Little Immortal Realm, gathered here.
In the spacious hall, there were more than a dozen figures sitting, including men, women, old and young, and everyone exuded a strong aura.
"In just ten days, more than 60,000 people passed the third level!" A white-haired old man said in a low voice: "The number this time is three times that of the previous one!"
"I heard that there are more than 1,800 people who have broken through the sixth floor."
"Tsk, tsk, it's really incredible. It's like the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead."
"If you want to pass the sixth level, you need at least the strength of the Holy Body Realm! Look at this, after thirty days, at least 2,500 people will be able to pass the sixth level, not including some hidden
A man of strength.”
"There are so many talents in this class."
"Master Feng Yu is said to have come from the Immortal Realm. It seems that he has deduced that there is a person here who is his destined disciple."
"Master Feng Yu? Oh my god! He actually came out of the mountain!"
These people talked a lot, and when they heard about Master Feng Yu, their faces were full of reverence and wonder.
There is only one reason——
Master Feng Yu, the champion of the Nine Swords Tournament three thousand years ago!
Now three thousand years have passed, and the geniuses back then are already terrifyingly powerful. You know, as long as a genius does not die young, he will be very terrifying after thousands of years of growth!
"Hey, there seems to be someone on the Nine Swords Tower who broke into the ninth floor?" an old man in white robe suddenly said in surprise.
"What?"
"How is that possible!"
"Are you reading that right? Someone can actually get through the ninth floor?"
Everyone in the hall looked at the old man in white robes in surprise, full of disbelief.
"That's right, the sword tower guard on the ninth floor just sent a message to me. A young man broke through, and it seemed that he didn't use his full strength."
"...You haven't used all your strength yet?"
Everyone's brains were short-circuited and they were completely dumbfounded.
They know exactly what kind of strength it represents to be able to break through to the ninth floor.
And this person who got through didn't even use his full strength?
"Could this person be the person that Master Feng Yu sensed?"
"Go and check this person's information quickly."
Everyone in the hall immediately became busy.
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Twenty days later.
Tang Lin was exercising his body skills in the courtyard, and his senses were quite improved. He stretched his arms and came outside Tianxiang Tower. He looked at the crowds of people on the street and muttered: "Twenty days have passed. It should not be so good outside the Nine Swords Tower."
Is it crowded?”
After thinking about it, Tang Lin walked along the street towards the Nine Swords Tower.
Soon, Tang Lin came to the center of the city, looking at the nine sword towers on the high stone platform, his eyes flashing, "It's time to take a look."
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