() When Chu Lang arrived at Wujian Square, he was almost among the last group to arrive. Mu Yueling looked around and finally found Hua Feifeng’s Mu Caifeng camp. More than a dozen senior brothers and sisters were already standing together.
Chu Lang, Chen Lin and others came to the camp of the outer disciples of the Tianming Sword Sect and greeted some familiar senior brothers and sisters one by one.
Zhang Huang appeared out of nowhere. Seeing that Chu Lang and Chen Lin were in high spirits, holding weapons in their hands, he simply nodded and said: "I guess there will only be a few competitions today. The morning is mainly about the ceremony, and there are also
Thousands of people danced their swords together to pay homage to the legacy of their ancestors."
"Manager Zhang, who will lead us in the sword dance this time." Chu Lang knew that someone would come to lead the sword dance every time, and was curious who would lead this time.
"I know this." Zhang Yanxue interrupted and laughed.
"You know? Then tell me who this class is?" Chen Lin asked with some surprise.
"I only learned about it yesterday. It seems that my uncle Mei Yuling was the apprentice of my uncle Morong. I remember seeing the sect leader dancing in the Thousand Sword Dance Square when I was still young. At that time, I was shocked by the amazing and spectacular scene.
." Zhang Yanxue looked at the bustling life in the huge sword dance square with fascination.
Chu Lang asked curiously: "Are only the elders and uncles in the sect qualified to lead this ten-thousand-person sword dance?"
"Well, except for the sect leader, the others are all the elders and uncles of our sect who come here in turn. However, sometimes there are also some young disciples who lead them, but they are at least one generation of disciples. This time, it is the uncle Mei Yuling who leads them, which can be regarded as
The first woman to lead the Tianming Sword Sect in so many years is a beautiful sight." At this moment, the face of Zhang Huang, the chief manager of the outer sect, was infected by the lively atmosphere at the scene, full of joy, and his heart was even more joyful.
Under Zhang Huang's introduction, Chu Lang looked in the direction he pointed. In the huge square, eight large platforms of "Qiankan Genzhen, Xunli Kundui" had been erected, built with thick beech wood.
Cheng, they are about ten feet apart from each other, and they are arranged in the eight trigram directions.
Not far away, on the top floor of Lingyun Hall, Chen Ning, the other elders of the Tianming Sword Sect, as well as the heads of the seven sects of Yunzhou and some big families were already standing.
The front of the Lingyun Hall was filled with many disciples who were overage and unable to participate in the competition. Many of these people were involved in the organization and arrangements. At this moment, nearly ten tables were set up, and the disciples who participated in the competition drew lots on them.
place.
Chu Lang saw many disciples queuing up to receive their test numbers. He glanced at those people who were relatively fast, signed their names, received their license numbers, and left.
There is a huge canvas-like wall panel next to each of the eight platforms. On it is a two-person battle table that has been drawn to this platform. The first few rounds are relatively simple. The numbers drawn are gathered near each platform.
Direct single elimination, it seems that the conference still hopes to screen them for the first time so as to enter the more intense confrontation below.
The next competition will probably have to wait until the second day, and we can only know the order of the competition until the next day.
Chu Lang and Chen Lin quickly went to a random table in front, signed their names, and drew a sign. Chu Lang saw that the sign said 'Xun' on the front and No. 369 on the back. It seemed that he was the number one in the Xun position.
There was a competition on the stage.
Chu Lang frowned and looked at the sign No. 369, and said to himself: "It seems that there are quite a lot of people competing. My number is definitely not the last one. There are hundreds of people in one station. It is estimated that even if the number of people in the eight stations is different, the difference will be small."
Not big, but it seems there are really many, at least two to three thousand first and second generation disciples participating in the competition."
In fact, there are not so many people in this competition. The number of young disciples of the Tianming Sword Sect is only over a thousand. Counting the ancient mythical beast bloodline physiques that have been tested by the Xumi crystal ball and are blue-level, the number is only about a hundred.
, but it seems that the other seven sects have reached some agreement with the major families, and they are trying to put pressure on Chen Ning, and they also want to send young disciples from their respective sects to participate in this competition of the Tianming Sword Sect, so that the number of people joining is more than the number of disciples of the Tianming Sword Sect.
It would take more to reach a scale of two to three thousand people.
"It's probably going to be dark after these rounds." Chu Lang couldn't help but shook his head. If he was unlucky enough to meet someone with a Recasting Realm cultivation level, his chances of advancing would be slim.
"Brother Lang, what number did you draw?" Chen Lin handed a sign to Chu Lang and asked curiously.
"Yours is Kun, No. 126, and mine is Xun, No. 369. There is no conflict with you. I wonder which martial arts platform Junior Sister Zhang will draw?" Chu Lang glanced at his tablet number and smiled.
"Brother Chu, which arena are you competing in?" Mu Yueling appeared out of nowhere, grabbed Chu Lang's sign and looked at it carefully.
"Fortunately, they are not in the same arena, otherwise you can go home and play in the first few rounds, haha." Mu Yueling handed back the small sign and said with a smile.
"How do you say that?" Chu Lang asked in confusion.
"My cousin's number is No. 11. This is a good number. You have to hold on for a few more rounds. My cousin said that I have to take good care of you." Mu Yueling knocked Chu Lang on the chest and said sarcastically.
Xiang Ye squeezed out from nowhere. He did not participate in the competition this time, but he was more excited than anyone else to pay attention to this competition. As Zhang Yue said, bystanders know how to watch the competition at the same level from various angles.
Learned a lot.
"Brother Chu, Brother Chen, which arena is yours and what is the number? I just heard that Zhang Han is in the Xun arena. Sooner or later he will face you. You have to be careful. His martial arts progress has been strange during this period. I just saw
By the time he realized that his martial arts had made another breakthrough, he was even more unpredictable than before." Xiang Ye rushed over excitedly to tell Chu Lang some unexpected news.
"Really? That's really full of expectations." Chu Lang sneered.
"when……"
At this time, only a clear sound of bells and tripods was heard, echoing in the vast sea of clouds, which lifted everyone's spirits. For a moment, the originally noisy Sword Dance Square suddenly became quiet.
I saw that above the Lingyun Hall, the sect masters and elders of the Tianming Sword Sect had stood up with solemn expressions, and the sect masters and family heads on the left and right sides had calmed down. A row of them stood there with a huge aura.
, those standing in the middle are all the top core figures of the Tianming Sword Sect, and there are many unfamiliar faces among them.
How could I have seen their true faces on ordinary days, but now they were still standing together, and all the disciples in the square immediately made a disciple salute in the direction of Lingyun Hall.
At this time, a silver-haired old man on the side of the third floor took a step forward. Chu Lang recognized that he was Mei Yuling's master, who was also Chu Lang's uncle Morong. Chu Lang had only seen her once in Qianya Peak in so many years.
, it seems that her seniority is very high, and having her host this competition means that the Tianming Sword Party attaches great importance to this competition.
Mo Rong looked around at the countless disciples below and said loudly: "The Tianming Sword Sect's martial arts competition begins!"
The clear and high-pitched voice went straight into the clouds, and the faint sound lingered for a long time. As she finished her words, the sound of bells and cauldrons rang again, and 'dang dang dang dang' resounded through the sky, and the Sword Dance Square suddenly became boiling.
A beautiful figure flew into the air from the third floor pavilion of Lingyun Hall and passed over the Sword Dance Square. Many disciples below recognized Mo Rong's beloved disciple Mei Yuling, and they were even more excited, especially the Tianming Sword Sect.
The female disciples were even more squealing, and people who didn't know better thought that there were a lot of sleazy things happening here.
Chu Lang looked at Mei Yuling in the sky, and a strange feeling arose in his heart. This charming woman unexpectedly came to the small yard and brutally tortured him that day, and tortured him until he almost died. Thinking of this, Chu Lang
I was so angry that I would definitely teach her a lesson if I change my mind.
Mei Yuling flew slowly across the Sword Dance Square and came to a high protruding wooden frame next to the big monument. She didn't know when she had a sword in her hand, and she looked at the many disciples below with a solemn expression.
The male disciples of other sects and families looked at the beautiful and noble but frosty Mei Yuling with fascination, and they all had the desire to please and pursue her. The female disciples were even more jealous. Why could she stand in front of her?
Above, steal the show.
"The grand ceremony of the Tianming Sword Sect, the sword dance ceremony, rise!" Morong's voice came again from the pavilion.
As the sound spread, many disciples below found their positions and drew out their swords. Mei Yuling on the wooden stand let out a sweet groan.
"rise……"
The thirty-six basic swords of the Tianming Sword Sect were slowly unfolded, and more than a thousand disciples below followed and slowly demonstrated the thirty-six swords of the Tianming Sword Sect. The scene was very spectacular, and it attracted friends from all over the world who came to watch.
I couldn't help but look at all this with a solemn expression.
Disciples from other sects and families participating in the competition were originally supposed to dance swords together, but for those who were not disciples of the Tianming Sword Sect, the postures in their hands were messy, but they also imitated the posture of Mei Yuling above.
The Tianming Sword Sect specially set up a place on the second floor of Lingyun Hall for some people, and also set up a waiting and observing area in the open space around the Sword Dance Square. Zhang Yue, Xiang Ye and others also set up waiting and observing areas around the Sword Dance Square.
Looking down from the rocks.
The thirty-six swords of Tianming Sword School are basic swordsmanship. There are not many moves and they are not simple. It only takes a stick of incense to complete a set of swordsmanship.
"Take it." As the sound of Mei Yuling broke the tranquil sword dance square, the sword dance ceremony ended.
Mei Yuling flew back to the pavilion on the third floor of Lingyun Hall again. Mo Rong connected with her very skillfully and spoke again: "This competition within the sect has officially begun. Please follow the drawn tablet numbers to find your own competition arena and wait for the referee."
The arrangements were all broken up."
The Sword Dance Square of Tianming Hall suddenly became agitated again.