() The prohibition design on the Qianlong Platform is extremely wonderful. No matter which step Jiang Wen steps on, he can only see the disciples on the same step as him, and the steps in front and behind him are blocked.
A thick layer of fog covered it. Therefore, he could not tell how many people were walking in front of him, nor how many people were following closely behind him.
The purpose of Qianlongtai's restriction is to put strong pressure on disciples like Jiang Wen who have deliberately hidden their strength, so that they have to show their strongest strength to avoid the fate of being eliminated.
Ninety-seven, ninety-eight, ninety-nine....
After stepping onto the last step, Jiang Wen's eyes suddenly opened up. The Qianlong Platform, which had been shrouded in layers of fog, finally appeared completely in front of him. But before he could sigh, a figure immediately appeared.
Falling from the sky and landing in front of him, it was Wang Jun, the deacon of Martial Arts Pavilion.
"Hey, it's your boy!"
Seeing Jiang Wen appear in front of him, Wang Jun was slightly startled for a moment, and then showed a happy smile. Although he didn't know how Jiang Wen did it, in just four months, he improved himself from
He was promoted from the fifth heaven of the Mortal Realm to the ninth heaven of the Mortal Realm, but the strong potential shown by Jiang Wen made him very happy, and he was not wrong about the person at first.
"Jiang Wen, congratulations!"
After a while, Wang Jun finally remembered his responsibilities. He forcibly suppressed his desire to find out the truth, handed a jade tag to Jiang Wen, and said with a smile: "You are the third person to board Qianlong."
It takes fifty-four breaths for the outer disciples of Tai!"
After doing all this, he rose into the sky again and continued to perform his duties.
Jiang Wen didn't know how much of a shock he had brought to Wang Jun. Holding the jade sign with the number three in his hand, he walked quickly towards the center of the ring. There, Zhuang Wenjie and Zhang Chengtian had already
He had been waiting for a long time. Because he was one step behind when he started, although he later tried his best to catch up, he still fell behind the two of them.
"Huh!?"
Seeing Jiang Wen entering the ring for the third time, both Zhang Tian and Zhuang Wenjie showed unexpected expressions. For them, Jiang Wen's face was really unfamiliar. Not only had they never seen it before, but they also
Not any of the ninth-level monks in the Mortal Realm they knew.
Coincidentally, both of them were wary of Jiang Wen. If it hadn't been for this outer disciple competition, they would not have known that there was such a powerful opponent beside them who was also good at hiding himself.
Although Jiang Wen didn't know much about the two people's little thoughts, he didn't care. He walked up, smiled and nodded, saying hello to the two of them, and then found an open space and sat down cross-legged.
After a while, other outer disciples came onto the ring one after another. After getting their own jade signs, they knew that they had passed the first test, and they all breathed a sigh of relief.
By the time half an hour passed, hundreds of people had gathered in the originally empty arena, and the first level of competition had come to an end.
"The first level of the Outer Disciple Competition ends now!"
Following the orders of the nine deacons, the thick fog that originally shrouded the Qianlong Platform quickly dispersed, and nearly a thousand outer disciples who were trapped on the surrounding steps finally emerged.
The qualifications to become an outer disciple of Lingyun Sect are not too bad. Half of the thousands of outer disciples are trapped in the center of the steps, and about a third are trapped in the seventh position.
On the steps from ten to ninetieth. What is even more tragic is the dozen disciples trapped on the ninety-seventh and ninety-eighth steps. Originally, they were only one step away from passing the level, but in the end they still fell short.
Among these people, most of them have reached the eighth heaven of the mortal realm, and there are also a very few monks who have reached the seventh and sixth heaven of the mortal realm. Being able to reach this point shows that their potential is quite good, even this time
The outer disciples lost in the competition and gained a lot of experience, so they can fight again next year.
"Everyone, congratulations on entering the second level!"
When all the outer disciples who had failed to pass the level had returned to the square, Jiang Longxiao cleared his throat and raised his voice: "The ranking competition of the second level is the same as in previous years, using a knockout format. The competition is divided into eight groups at the same time.
Each group has a deacon as the referee. Only the disciple who ranks first in the group is eligible to participate in the competition for the top eight in the competition. The other eight disciples who rank second in the group compete for ninth place.
and the two spots of tenth.”
Having said this, Jiang Longxiao took out a jade sign, showed it in front of everyone, and then continued: "Each of you has a jade sign with a number in your hand. The deacon who issued the jade sign to you earlier is
Find the referee of your group and let him explain the rules of this ranking match to you!"
As soon as the words fell, the arena suddenly became lively. One hundred and twenty-eight players each ran towards the referee of their own group.
Jiang Wen was in the third group, and the group referee was Wang Jun, the deacon of Wuji Pavilion. When Jiang Wen walked over, the other fifteen players in the group had already gathered around Wang Jun. Among these fifteen players
, there are two monks who have reached the ninth level of the Mortal Realm, and the others have reached the eighth level of the Mortal Realm.
There is another person who is an old acquaintance of Jiang Wen. It is Song Yuanhua, a disciple of the Song family who was taught a lesson by him a month ago. Unexpectedly, in just one month, he has also cultivated to the eighth level of the mortal realm.
When Jiang Wen's eyes glanced at him, he was staring at Jiang Wen with resentment and hatred. He must have wanted to avenge his shame in this competition.
"You are all here, let me first talk about the rules of this ranking competition!"
After the arena completely quieted down, Wang Jun spoke: "The rules of the ranking match are similar to those of the first level. Except for the three rules of no sneak attacks, no killing of people, and no use of poison, the fourth rules
The first rule is that after the opponent admits defeat, he is not allowed to continue attacking, otherwise he will be expelled from the school!"
"promise!"
Jiang Wen and the other sixteen people answered in unison.
The one hundred and twenty-eight outer disciples who can pass the first level of competition can be said to be the best among their peers. In the future, with a little training, they can become Xiantian realm masters. If because of a battle
The competition is lost in the ring, and the gain is really not worth the loss, so the rules of the ranking competition are specified more strictly.
"No more nonsense, the group ranking competition has officially begun!"
Having said this, Wang Jun regained his upright and awe-inspiring expression, and said in a cold and serious tone: "The second level of the Outer Disciple Competition, the first game of the third group, No. 3 vs. 123
No., start now!”
"No. 3? Isn't that me?"
Jiang Wen, who was standing aside, was slightly startled, and then quickly walked out of the crowd.
He didn't expect that he would be the first to appear, and what surprised him even more was that his opponent No. 123 turned out to be Song Yuanhua, who was hostile to him. This was definitely not a coincidence! Jiang Wen secretly thought
I think Wang Jun must have seen the conflict between him and Song Yuanhua, so he deliberately arranged for the two to fight in the first game.
"Jiang Wen, how come you are No. 3?"
Seeing Jiang Wen appear in front of him, Song Yuanhua was shocked and stunned. Number three represented the third place in the first level of the outer disciple competition. Such a person should have been famous among the outer disciples for a long time.
How could the top master be Jiang Wen, a little kid who had only been officially an outer disciple for four months?
"Could it be that Deacon Wang Jun helped him cheat!"
Song Yuanhua's suspicious eyes glanced back and forth between Jiang Wen and Wang Jun. His mind came back to the rumor that made a fuss a month ago, and finally concluded in his heart that Jiang Wen must have bribed him again.
Deacon Wang Jun. Otherwise, why Jiang Wen was assigned to Wang Jun's group instead of being assigned to other deacons? This is too much of a coincidence.
"Boy, I will completely expose your despicable face in front of all the outer disciples today!"
Song Yuanhua had already been blinded by the anger in his heart, and he did not even notice the level of Jiang Wen's cultivation. Otherwise, he would definitely regret his smart thinking.
"Stop talking nonsense and take action!"
Seeing Song Yuanhua's triumphant expression, Jiang Wen was speechless. He really couldn't figure out where the other party's ambitious self-confidence came from.
"Jiang Wen, since you want to die, I will help you!"
Song Yuanhua was only thinking about revenge, so naturally he would not show mercy and did not make any tests at all. The first time he took action, he did not hesitate to use the advanced human-level martial arts Rolling Stone Fist and hit Jiang Wen's chest hard.
Face door.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
In an instant, several fist shadows appeared in front of Jiang Wen's eyes at the same time, as if a huge boulder rolling down from the top of the mountain came towards him with great force. The fierce wind of the fist exerted great pressure on the surrounding air, causing it to gather together and then explode.
It emits three consecutive rumbling explosions.
"Rolling Stone Fist? Three Thunders?"
"Song Yuanhua actually practiced Rolling Stone Fist to a great level!"
...
As soon as they saw Song Yuanhua's momentum, the surrounding players suddenly burst into an uproar.
"Hmph, it's just a rolling stone fist, let's see how I break it!"
Jiang Wen stared straight at the several fists coming towards him, a trace of anger flashing across his face.
"Roar!"
Seeing that Song Yuanhua, who was getting angry from shame, was about to rush in front of him, suddenly, a surging and powerful aura erupted from Jiang Wen's body, like a tiger descending from the mountain, extremely powerful. The surrounding air was also invisible.
Under the pressure of the momentum, there was a sudden and deafening explosion, like a tiger roaring over the mountains and shaking the sky.
"Xuan Gang Body Tempering Fist, Tiger Roaring in the Mountain Forest!"
I saw Jiang Wen's feet moving forward quickly. At the moment of taking action, he kicked his heels hard on the ground. His whole body suddenly seemed to have grown a lot taller. His arms were raised up, as if he had grabbed a giant hammer and pursued the opponent's chest fiercely.
Split down.
boom!
The fist wind compressed the true energy and exploded, and the crisp and loud thunder spread quickly. At the same time, Jiang Wen's fist also collided with Song Yuanhua's fist shadow.
As soon as the fists came into contact, Song Yuanhua's body suddenly trembled. In an instant, he felt a sharp pain extending all the way down his arms. Then the entire upper half of his body became paralyzed and he completely lost consciousness. He never thought in his dreams that Jiang Wen
He was able to unleash such a majestic punch, and the power that suddenly burst out from the opponent's thin body was like a landslide and tsunami, unstoppable.
boom!
In an instant, Song Yuanhua felt a surging force pouring into his body, and his whole mind exploded. Everything in front of his eyes was bright red, and his whole body seemed to be hit head-on by a huge boulder flying towards him.
It was as if he was hit hard by a huge wave hundreds of feet high and rolled up high. He flew out lightly and then lost consciousness completely.
Whoosh!
In an instant, all the eyes in the arena were focused on Jiang Wen. Even in other corners of the arena, the attention of many people was attracted.
With one punch, just one punch, Song Yuanhua, whose cultivation had reached the eighth level of the Mortal Realm, was severely injured and fell into coma.
Those who did not know Jiang Wen were in an uproar, and were shocked by his powerful cultivation. Those who recognized Jiang Wen's identity opened their mouths in shock, obviously unable to
I believe that in just a few months, Jiang Wen has become so strong.
Even Wang Jun, the steward in charge of the referee, was shocked by Jiang Wen's strength. After a moment, he came to his senses and quickly announced Jiang Wen's victory.