When he heard the astonishing reward for winning first place, at that moment, Du Feiyun, who had always looked calm, suddenly changed his expression, and unlimited expectations arose in his heart.
At this moment, he had made up his mind without hesitation. Today he would not only successfully enter the inner gate, but also win the first place!
Not to mention the astonishing reward of a low-grade spiritual weapon and hundreds of high-grade spiritual stones, just because it can meet the requirements of a true disciple, this reward has deeply stimulated his heart.
With the ability of a true disciple, can Liuyun Sect satisfy all the requirements?
So, is it okay to let Wu Qingchen die? Can Liuyun Sect satisfy his request?
This is completely in line with the abilities of a true disciple. At the very least, as a true disciple, Wu Qingchen can commit suicide.
The moment he heard about the award, Du Feiyun couldn't help but look at Wu Qingchen in the stands, and this idea came to his mind for no reason.
Of course, this whimsical idea only lasted for a moment, and was quickly dismissed by him.
After all, this request is really childish. It is impossible to achieve, and there is no need to even think about it.
What's more, Du Feiyun once swore that he would become a true disciple within five years, fight Wu Qingchen on the Broken Cloud Platform, and defeat him with his own hands!
Therefore, he instantly dismissed the sudden thought in his heart, and the first thing Du Feiyun thought of again was his mother.
Du's body was extremely weak. Xue Rang had predicted that she would have at most three years to live, but now nearly a year has passed and only two years are left.
At this time, Du Feiyun thought without hesitation that he must win the first place and made a request to the sect to collect the materials for him to refine the Red Cloud Pill.
Ever since he saw the recipe for Red Cloud Pill in the Lieshan Pharmacopoeia, he had been working so hard so far, but he had only collected three ingredients, leaving thirty-three rare ingredients that he could not find.
With his limited ability, he had extremely slim hope of finding all thirty-six kinds of heavenly materials and earthly treasures in two years to refine the Red Cloud Pill for his mother to nurse her back to health and prolong her life.
It's different now. As long as he can become the first in the competition, he can make a request to the Liuyun Sect. With the Liuyun Sect's thousands of years of accumulated accumulation and financial power, it is simply a piece of cake to gather the thirty-three kinds of materials.
Therefore, originally he did not have great ambitions, nor was he eager to win the first place. However, at this time, he had a firm belief and was determined to win the first place.
Winning the first place means that you can refine the Red Cloud Pill and your mother can live for a few more years. If you fail, you will have to watch your mother die in two years and her soul will die.
In the audience, Du Feiyun's eyes were hot, his fighting spirit was rising in his chest, and he was suddenly filled with pride.
Afterwards, Elder Tianxing ordered the two criminal law deacons behind him to come to the ring to register the list.
Among the outer sect disciples, those who were qualified to participate in the competition rushed forward to register. Each one of them was very ambitious, with unlimited expectations and reveries in their hearts for the rewards for the top ten.
Du Feiyun naturally came to register the information in front of the two criminal law deacons. When Elder Tianxing saw his figure on the stage, his eyes narrowed slightly and he stared for a while. He seemed to have discovered something, and a trace of relief flashed in his eyes.
smile.
"You brat, it seems that the Qingyun Traceability Pill has brought you a lot of benefits. If you behave badly today, I will never give you good things in the future, and all mission rewards will be halved."
The person who had this thought in his mind was not Elder Tianxing, but a thin old man who was surrounded by Ning Xuewei and others in the stands on the east side of the arena.
The skinny old man was naturally the task elder. At this time, he actually came to watch the outer sect's three-year competition, and because of his close relationship with Xue Bing, he was respectfully surrounded by Ning Xuewei and several female disciples in the stands.
At this time, he was wearing a plain Taoist robe and a Taoist crown, stroking his beard with one hand, narrowing his eyes slightly, looking at Du Feiyun who was registering in front of the ring.
Immediately, the mission elder thought of the scene he had seen before, and the look on his face became a little strange. He used spiritual consciousness to transmit his voice to Ning Xuewei and asked: "Xuewei girl, is that brat Du Feiyun the same as before?"
Have you ever been bullied?"
Ning Xuewei was staring at the situation beside the ring, searching for Du Feiyun's figure. When she was unexpectedly asked by the mission elder, she was suddenly startled, and her cheeks turned pink unnaturally.
She couldn't help lowering her head and replied in a voice as loud as a mosquito: "No, no, uncle, you are worrying too much. Junior Brother Feiyun is honest and kind, and he abides by etiquette. Naturally, he will not bully my senior sister."
"Oh..." The task elder looked at Ning Xuewei with ambiguous eyes and dragged out a long syllable, which immediately made Ning Xuewei feel embarrassed and wanted to bury her head in her chest.
Seeing that Ning Xuewei was so embarrassed, the task elder stopped teasing her, turned to look at Du Feiyun, curled his lips secretly, and muttered angrily: "Be honest and kind? Observe etiquette? Oh! This bastard is smelly and tough.
, there are too many evil intentions, and he is just full of evil, just like the third senior brother when he was young."
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After the two criminal law deacons had registered all the disciples participating in the competition, Elder Tianxing came on stage and announced that the competition would begin.
Afterwards, two criminal law deacons will randomly select disciples to compete on stage, and the two will perform supervision, referee recording and other matters.
There are more than 320 outer sect disciples participating in this competition, all of whom have reached the middle stage of Qi refining. They can be called masters among monks. The competition process is bound to be a battle between dragons and tigers, which is exciting.
Two middle-aged deacons, one tall and one short, stood side by side at the entrance of the arena. One of them randomly selected a name from the list on the jade slip, and the other one named the names with great enthusiasm, announcing the list of disciples who would participate in the first competition.
"Li Yun is here!"
"Kang Jiangang!"
"He Lei!"
"Gao Huangkui!"
"Du Feiyun!"
A series of names were read out, and the outer disciples whose names were called all walked out of the crowd, jumped onto the ring with a strong figure, and stood in a row.
Hearing his name, Du Feiyun subconsciously walked towards the ring. However, a question arose in his heart, why were there so many disciples on the stage?
A moment later, when the tall deacon finished reading the list, a total of thirty-two outer disciples were already standing on the ring. It was only at this moment that Du Feiyun understood the process of this competition.
There are a total of 325 outer disciples participating in the competition. If they were to fight each other in pairs, it would probably take at least a day and a night to end.
Therefore, the process of the competition is that no matter how many participating disciples are, they are all divided into ten batches and engage in melee fighting.
Among each batch of disciples who participate in the competition, only the disciple who persists to the end will win. After ten competitions, ten disciples who have successfully advanced will be born.
These ten disciples will start fighting each other in pairs to determine the first to tenth place respectively.
During each three-year competition, only the battle between the top ten disciples is the most exciting and intense part.
Afterwards, the Criminal Law Deacon announced the start of the first game, and the two deacons withdrew from the ring, leaving the ring to the thirty-two participating disciples.
The thirty-two competing disciples lined up on the stage quickly dispersed and gathered together in twos and threes.
Seeing the disciples around him gathered together in groups, Du Feiyun suddenly realized why he saw several disciples whose names were called before, and their faces were full of excitement and joy.
Obviously, many of the disciples participating in the competition already knew the process and rules of the competition, so they formed small groups in small groups in advance, which gave them a greater advantage in the melee.
Although the disciples participating in each competition are randomly selected, most of them are in small groups of three to five people, and there is a high chance that they will be on stage with their companions.
At least, there are thirty-two disciples on the ring now, except for Du Feiyun and two unlucky disciples. The other twenty-nine disciples are gathered together in twos and threes, acting as horns to each other, and eyeing the other disciples.
The arena was completely silent, and the thousands of disciples watching the battle on Duanyun Platform were also holding their breath and concentrating, staring at the disciples competing on the arena, with great anticipation in their hearts.
Du Feiyun looked around him and saw a thin young man three feet away on the left, and a tall and burly young monk on the right.
In the entire arena, the three of them were the most unlucky, and they were all fighting alone.
What made Du Feiyun feel that the situation was even more ominous was that the other disciples who were grouping together also cast playful glances at the three of them, eager to try.
Everyone knows that persimmons should be picked soft when pinched.
Therefore, the disciples who gathered together set their sights on Du Feiyun and the others without hesitation.
It is wisest to knock these three lonely disciples out of the arena first, and reduce one opponent if possible.
"Two junior brothers, the situation is not good. In order to protect ourselves, let's unite and fight against the enemy. What do you think?"
Seeing that the other disciples were watching eagerly and were about to attack him in an instant, the tall young monk on Du Feiyun's right whispered to the two of them his intention to form an alliance.
The skinny boy had been stared at by the other disciples. Feeling their hostility, he was faintly afraid and his face was a little pale. At this time, he naturally nodded in agreement without hesitation.
Du Feiyun also thought for a moment, and then nodded towards the burly young disciple. After receiving a positive reply, the three of them gradually moved closer to each other, paying close attention to the other disciples.
I don't know who shouted first, and then the silent atmosphere on the stage was suddenly broken. A dozen figures suddenly rushed out, flashing bright Yuanli brilliance, and controlled the flying swords to attack Du Feiyun and the others.
Apparently, someone saw that Du Feiyun and the others were forming an alliance and getting closer, and they couldn't wait to launch an attack.
After all, the three people formed a temporary alliance and had no trust in each other. Taking action at this time would definitely destroy their willingness to stick together and form an alliance.
Sure enough, when more than a dozen streams of light flashed out, colorful Yuanli brilliance poured in, covering the three of them.
Among the three people who had just gotten close to each other, the skinny boy turned pale, stepped back repeatedly, jumped off the ring, and gave up the game.
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