Three days later, the Spiritual Master Trial Competition was held as scheduled.
In the martial arts arena, flags were fluttering, beaming with joy, and colorful ribbons were flying. It didn't look like a martial arts competition, but rather like throwing a hydrangea ball to choose a bride.
All participating students stand in one team according to the numbers of the heavenly stems and earthly branches in their hands. The direct disciples stand in the front row and take the lead, and the other disciples stand in line according to the number plates.
Looking from a distance, the black mass of human heads looks a bit like a well-trained army.
As a direct disciple of the dean, Xia Chuyi suddenly received news the day before she was confidently preparing for the competition that she was asked to offer incense, pray and swear an oath on behalf of all the students of the Imperial Master Academy.
She was stunned immediately.
No one cared whether she wanted it or not. They just threw her a set of sacrificial clothes weighing dozens of kilograms on the day of the competition, and used a whip to drive the ducks to the shelves behind her.
After going through a series of tedious rituals, even an iron man can collapse from exhaustion.
She also thought to herself, why is this work done by humans? In the end, she will be exhausted, so why bother fighting? It would be better to just admit defeat.
After the sacrifice, there was a martial arts performance. The participating students raised their swords and sang loudly. The deep and deep voices echoed far away on the various hills of Jiuyi Mountain, creating an indescribable excitement.
Their bodies were all lingering with colors of various attributes of spiritual power. When they gathered that power at the tip of their swords and pointed at the sky, it was like colorful fireworks blooming, instantly rendering the sky colorful.
This represents their determination to do their best.
Xia Chuyi held three sticks of incense that were taller than her in both hands. She stood on the high platform and looked down. She actually felt a kind of pride in her heart soaring into the sky. She couldn't help but shout: "Sai Chu"
Style! Outperform your level! Outperform yourself!”
After saying that, he put the incense into the huge furnace and pointed it upward with a fist. The expression on his face was filled with pride and unbridled eyebrows.
The originally serious atmosphere in the martial arts arena was confused by Xia Chu's sudden shout. After a while, he realized what he was doing, and he covered his lips and laughed softly.
"This direct descendant is indeed different. Look at his speaking skills, tsk tsk."
"Humph, we are playing tricks."
"I think it's quite good. It coincides with the competition rules set by the ancestor."
"Yes, and it's catchy. As a competition slogan, it couldn't be better."
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The original sarcasm was gradually drowned in the sound of approval. Qin Yaoxuan, Feng Luo, and Jin Yuanbao were all leaders. They looked at each other and raised their right fists in tacit understanding: "Show your style in the competition.
Compete with your level and compete with yourself!"
As soon as someone takes the lead, there will be a lot of commotion from behind.
In an instant, the whole martial arts arena could only hear the echoing voice of "Show your style, show your level, and show yourself." Such voices were overwhelming and soul-stirring.
Xia Chuyi curled her lips and thought, no wonder so many people want to climb to the highest position. The feeling of climbing high is really... indescribably good.
On the high platform, there are still five crystal chairs. The dean and the four great teachers are sitting on them, looking at the figure on the altar from a distance.
Xuanyuan Hui stroked his gray beard and smiled immediately: "Hahaha, this woman is as beautiful as a man, she must be a person who can do great things."
Next to him, Yu Chifeng was very happy after hearing this. He thought to himself that he was still his disciple after all. It was so embarrassing. How could he get along with others?
Ye Junqing, who was sitting on his right hand side, saw the proud look on his face, raised his narrow peach blossom eyes, and said coldly: "You are not the one who taught her spiritual cultivation. Why are you so happy?"
Yu Chifeng also became more energetic. He came up to Ye Junqing, showed his white teeth, and said with a smile: "My good disciple has become successful, so I am naturally happy. You don't even have a disciple, how can you understand the feeling of being a teacher?"
Ye Junqing felt unhappy after hearing this, as if he couldn't find any disciples. He squinted at the dark figures below, and snorted coldly: "We'll wait until the competition is over to see if we can make a difference, don't do it too early."
If you lose, I'll see where you go to cry."
"Then let's make a bet?" Yu Chifeng suddenly suggested with a flash of his eyes.
Ye Junqing raised his eyebrows: "What kind of bet?"
"How about I bet that if my obedient apprentice makes it into the top ten, you will accept her as your apprentice?"
Ye Junqing was a little unhappy when he heard this: "She has a thunder attribute constitution and is not suitable for refining medicine."
Everyone knows that there are two big monsters in the Imperial Master Academy, the beggar Yu Chifeng and the beauty Ye Junqing. They are both the top masters of weapon and medicine refining in the world.
At the same time, it is rumored that another reason why they are strange is that they never accept apprentices.
It's not that they don't accept them, it's just that the standards for accepting disciples are very strict. They have been looking for someone who can meet their requirements for many years, so they haven't found one, so the position of this disciple has always been vacant.
Xia Chuyi's temper actually suits Ye Junqing. The girl has a lot of bad ideas, loves to play pranks, and has the same temperament as him.
The most regrettable thing is that she has a thunder attribute.
Although it is a rare spiritual root, it is not suitable for refining medicine. If there is no pure fire source when refining elixirs, the efficacy of the medicine will be lost by more than half, and the good medicine may even turn into poison.
Yu Chifeng knew what Ye Junqing was hesitating about, so he immediately approached her and whispered to her: "My good disciple has formed a contract with Tianhuo. I'm afraid there is no one in the world who is more qualified to be your disciple than her."
"God..." Ye Junqing's narrow peach blossom eyes suddenly widened, and he swallowed the word "fire" forcefully.
Turning his head to the side, he saw that the dean and the other two great instructors were looking at the martial arts arena. He stretched out his hand and said to Yu Chifeng in a low voice: "Deal."
In fact, it didn't matter whether the bet was won or not. He wanted to get Xia Chuyi over even if he wanted to use her sky fire to study it carefully.
Yu Chifeng thought that he had found another supporter for his obedient disciple, grinned brightly, reached out and patted Ye Junqing's hand: "Deal."
And on the high ceiling of the stands, there was a lonely red shadow.
No one noticed, not even Xuanyuan Hui, who had reached the level of spiritual saint, that there was such a person standing just above their heads.
He stood at the highest point, looking far away, looking at the bustling dress worn on Xia Chuyi's thin body, and there was an inexplicable sense of forbidden beauty.
Black as ink and hair as silk, standing on the high altar, letting the wind blow the ends of her hair and her clothes, she looked so prominent, so outstanding, so suitable, standing at the top.
He lowered his eyes and pursed his lips, smiling softly.
After being bored for so many years, I finally found something interesting to do.
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After all the ceremonies were completed, Xia Chuyi quickly took off the dress that weighed several dozen kilograms, breathed a long sigh of relief, and immediately entered the competition venue without much rest.
The competition was held in a small martial arts arena around the martial arts arena. Xia Chuyi designed the Xuanyuan Green Arena here last time, so the competition venue was no stranger to it.
And because the regions are very clearly divided, the process of the competition is not messy. She is a member of Team A, starting the competition in four arenas at the same time, and finally competes for the first place in this group, and participates in the top ten competition
Go to the game.
As soon as Xia Chu entered the competition area, she discovered that she had been assigned to her group by lot, and there was another person who gave her a bit of a headache - Xuanyuan Yanqiu.
When they passed by each other, they nodded politely to each other, and then they went onto two stages respectively.
Xia Chuyi turned around and looked at the elegant, cold and arrogant woman in white clothes next door, and thought to herself, this is bullshit fate.
The top four teams in the group were previously drawn, so the two of them may face off in the next game, or they may not face off until the end. In short, as long as the two of them don't lose, they will always face off.
Xia Chuyi thought that if he couldn't win, he would give up. Anyway, those who entered the top 108 would be eligible to enter Pengsang Island. It was just that the third-grade Spirit Condensing Pill was gone, which was a pity.
As soon as this thought came to her mind, she immediately reached out and patted herself on the head, silently cursing that she was useless.
Before the fight even started, someone else's prestige destroyed her own ambition. When had she been so unsure of herself in the first year of summer?
No, you won't know until after a good fight whether you can win or not. If you really lose, you will be convinced. If you admit defeat without fighting, she will definitely despise herself for the rest of her life.
Just as I was thinking about it, I heard an impatient voice coming from the other end of the ring: "Should I fight or not?"
Xia Chu suddenly came back to her senses and marveled that she was actually distracted on the ring. If she met a master, she would definitely meet the King of Hell right now!
Fortunately, the man opposite him looked stupid, and he was really stupid. He actually stood there stupidly waiting for her to start a fight.
She turned her head to the side and saw that Xuanyuan Yanqiu had easily ended the battle while she was in a trance on another stage. She felt more competitive in her heart and immediately rolled up her sleeves and began to prepare for the event.
"Wait a minute. I'll move my hands and feet first, otherwise my muscles will be easily strained in a while."
As he said that, he began to perform chest-expanding and turning movements one, two, three, four, two, three, four. That strange posture immediately attracted a large number of people to watch.
Halfway through, the idiot on the other side finally couldn't bear it anymore and said angrily: "Why don't you start? Don't think that since you are the dean's apprentice, I don't dare to do anything to you!"
Xia Chuyi rubbed his brows and said unbearably: "Brother, when you get on the ring and the verdict starts, you can fight. I have been standing here and letting you fight. You don't grasp the precious value I give you."
Chance, you still blame me, there is no one like you."
The idiot stared at Xia Chuyi with wide eyes and some surprise - is this still possible?
Xia Chuyi was ready to tease her, so she watched with sharp eyes Jin Yuanbao waving at her in the crowd, followed by Feng Luo, who had a unique aura.
"On the first day of the junior high school, we have finished competing and you haven't even started yet!" Jin Yuanbao didn't give Xia Chu any face and said directly to her.
There was a burst of laughter and low-pitched chatter, obviously gossiping about her.
Xia Chuyi didn't care about this. He pouted and was about to start the game, but he didn't expect that the next second, all the talking voices were silenced.
I looked up and saw, oh, good guy, is this formation going to be incredible or what?