Zhang Fei heard these sounds in his ears. He coughed lightly and continued: "Everyone, maybe you will wonder why I changed the time of the competition. The reason is very simple. For coolies who cut extremely fast, a stick of incense
It is not difficult to cut out two sacred stones. Whoever can cut two sacred stones can compete in the next round until the finals to win the title of cutting king."
Having said this, Zhang Fei paused and continued: "In order to make the competition more meaningful and allow more people to participate, the rewards for the competition have also undergone certain changes. The winner of the first place will receive the Nine Heavens Divine Art.
For the three levels of cultivation methods, the second place can get the first two levels of cultivation methods, and the third to the tenth place can get the first level of cultivation methods..."
After hearing this, the coolies who were originally extremely dissatisfied became very excited. Although the rules of the competition have changed, the rewards have also increased, and the number of people has increased from three to ten. Many coolies are gearing up.
, looking impatient. Han Bin looked indifferent, because he participated in the competition for the Nine Heavens Divine Secret, and he believed that he had the ability to obtain the Divine Secret.
Of course, Han Bin also knew in his heart that if he wanted to get into the top ten, he must cut two sacred stones within the time of burning incense, otherwise he would not be able to proceed to the next round of competition. He took a deep breath and glanced at the table in front of him
of the rough stone, then took out the long knife from the storage and waited for the competition to begin.
In the following time, Zhang Fei said some irrelevant words, and then asked the steward in blue to take out a stick of incense and light it. After Wang Fei announced that the competition had officially begun, all the coolies picked up the rough stones and started cutting them quickly.
Needless to say, there are really experts among these coolies. Some of them are so fast that they can cut out a sacred stone in less than half a stick of incense.
Han Bin deliberately slowed down, and after burning incense, he cut out three sacred stones.
This speed was not very fast for a coolie, but it made Zhou Kui, who knew Han Bin's situation, widen his eyes.
Zhou Kui didn't take Han Bin to heart. He thought that Han Bin had been here less than half a year. No matter how talented he was and how fast he could cut the sacred stone, he might only be able to cut one sacred stone in one stick of incense. However, let him see Han Bin in front of him.
When the three sacred stones were placed, his eyes were full of surprise.
After the stick of incense was burned, Zhang Fei asked the manager in blue to take stock of the situation at the scene. Any coolie who could cut two sacred stones could enter the next round of competition. Soon, the results of the first round of competition came out.
There are indeed many masters this time, more than 10,000
Among the famous coolies, there were more than a hundred people who cut out two sacred stones, and there were actually five people who cut out three sacred stones. As for the coolies who cut four sacred stones, there were none. I don’t know that they deliberately concealed it like Han Bin.
Even though I have the strength, I still can’t do it.
Zhou Kui walked up to Han Bin and said with a smile: "Han Bin, congratulations, you can enter the next round of competition." With that, he pointed to the middle of the canyon and motioned for Han Bin to continue the competition there.
Han Bin also smiled slightly, cupped his fists and said, "It's just a fluke."
Hearing this, Zhou Kui laughed twice and said immediately: "This is not a fluke. Without years of hard training, there is no way to achieve such a speed..." While speaking, he couldn't help but look more.
After a few glances at Han Bin, maybe he could tell that Han Bin was different from the other coolies and had a big secret about him.
Han Bin followed Zhou Kui and walked quickly to the front of the high platform, and the other ten people also walked over one after another.
Among the coolies watching around the canyon, Zhang Dao and Hu Cheng stood together. When they saw Han Bin approaching, they were startled.
After Zhang Dao confirmed that Han Bin had entered the next round of competition, he couldn't help taking a breath and asked with difficulty: "Did he enter the next round of competition?"
Hu Cheng nodded and said with the same surprise: "It should be so. If you didn't enter the next round, you would have left the competition venue long ago. How could you go to the high platform to continue the competition!"
Zhang Dao couldn't accept this fact and murmured in a low voice: "How is this possible? He has only been here for half a year. I practiced hard for decades before I took part in the competition, and I didn't get the top three in the first few times.
He's so lucky, he made it to the second round in his first competition, I don't know if he can get into the top ten."
Hu Cheng was also a little envious of Han Bin and said: "I think it's a bit difficult. I guess he will use all his strength in the next round of competition."
Zhang Dao nodded as if in agreement, and then said: "I think so. I wonder if Han Bin has any hidden strength."
Hu Cheng also hoped that Han Bin could hide his strength, but he knew that this was simply impossible, so he refused to give up hope and said, "Just leave it to fate! Maybe Brother Han can create a miracle..."
Han Bin and others stood under the high platform, with a huge rough stone placed in front of them. Hundreds of blue-clad managers stood beside them, one beside each of them, holding jade slips to record something. The blue man next to Han Bin
The clothes manager was not Zhou Kui, but a young man he had never seen before. He looked at Han Bin and asked: "What is your name and when will you come..."
Han Bin answered truthfully. When he finished speaking, the blue-clothed manager's eyes widened.
For a moment, the manager in blue looked at Han Bin as if he was seeing a monster, and said in a voiceless voice: "What are you talking about? You really just came to the God Realm..."
The voice of this sentence was so loud that everyone around heard it and all looked this way.
Wang Fei naturally heard it. His face darkened and he said angrily: "Wang Mang, why are you making such a noise? Don't you know that talking loudly is not allowed here?"
Wang Mang hurriedly clasped his fists and said, "Sir, I know I was wrong."
"As long as you know you were wrong, you won't be allowed to do this again." Wang Fei snorted coldly, "If you make similar mistakes again, you will become a coolie for me in the future."
After saying this, Wang Fei glanced at Han Bin and others, and continued: "The second round of competition will last for two sticks of incense. Whoever can cut out five sacred stones can enter the next round.
The final..." He said this, but he knew very well in his heart that among the hundred people, there are at most a dozen people who can cut two sacred stones.
The sandalwood was lit, and this round of competition began. Han Bin held the long knife and swung it at the rough stone. This time, the speed was much faster than the last time. When he was cutting, he also carefully observed the people around him, and
Cutting started at the speed of the tenth place. In the blink of an eye, one stick of incense burned out, and Zhou Kui lit the second stick.
At this time, the speed of more than a hundred coolies was clear at a glance. Except for more than ten people who cut three pieces of the sacred stone, the rest of them cut two pieces. Those few coolies who were not physically strong actually only cut one piece, and the second piece was not completed yet.
Han Bin cut three pieces, but there were beads of sweat on his forehead and he looked exhausted.
Han Bin deliberately showed such an expression to make everyone think that he had used all his strength in order to cut out the three sacred stones. In the next few seconds, Han Bin deliberately slowed down and took a break every time he cut.
, and then continued cutting. When the second incense was almost finished burning, Han Bin had not yet finished cutting the fifth sacred stone.
However, at this moment, there are already more than a dozen coolies who have successfully cut out the five sacred stones. If Han Bin cannot complete the fifth sacred stone, he will be eliminated according to the rules of the competition. Han Bin has already calculated the time, how could he be eliminated!
He shouted low and quickly waved the long knife in his hand, only to see gravel flying, and the last piece of the sacred stone was finally cut.
At this moment, Zhang Fei suddenly said loudly: "The time has come, stop cutting. Anyone who violates the order will be disqualified from the competition..."
All the coolies put down their long swords, and many exhausted people were already sitting on the ground, breathing heavily.
Han Bin was one of them. His body was shaking and he looked like he could no longer stand up.
Wang Fei's eyes swept over the coolie sitting on the ground, and immediately said: "Everyone, I know you have tried your best, and your spirit deserves encouragement, but a competition is a competition, and it will always be the cruelest result. Only one person here can aspire to cut.
King, for those coolies who have not cut out the five sacred stones, you can go down."
Hearing this, the coolies who had not cut out the five sacred stones walked towards both sides of the canyon with sighs. For a time, there were only a dozen coolies left under the high platform, and these were all those who entered the finals. Of course, except Han
Bin was sitting alone on the ground. Most of the people looked confident. Only a few people looked slightly pale.
Wang Fei's eyes flashed, then he looked at Han Bin and said, "What's your name?"
Han Bin reluctantly stood up, clasped his fists at Zhang Fei and said, "Sir, my name is Han Bin..."
Wang Fei nodded and said with satisfaction: "You are indeed capable of cutting five sacred stones at the last moment, but you can no longer continue the competition, so you should go down and rest!"
Han Bin had no intention of going down. He gritted his teeth deliberately and said, "Sir, I can continue to compete. Please give me a chance!"
Wang Fei was silent for a while, and then said: "I said before that any coolie who cuts five sacred stones can enter the finals. Since you have met the requirements and insist on competing, I will give you this opportunity..." He said
Then, he winked at Zhou Kui and others and asked them to place the rough stone in front of everyone.
Han Bin and others stood side by side under the high platform. Zhang Fei said in a deep voice: "The final is very simple. There is no time limit. Whoever cuts a piece of rough stone first can win the position of King of Cutting. Of course, if you get tired or stop midway,
Coming down is like giving up the competition. In the end, the number of divine stones cut out will determine whether you can enter the top ten. Do you understand?"
When everyone heard this, they all said in unison: "I understand."
A huge rough stone can be cut into hundreds of sacred stones. Under normal circumstances, it would take at least five hours to finish cutting this rough stone. Now it is even more difficult, because the previous cutting consumes a lot of physical and spiritual energy.
, and many people have tried their best to cut the rough stone in a short time. How easy is it?
However, there are indeed masters among the coolies. When Wang Fei announced the start of the competition, one person quickly picked up the knife and started cutting. Han Bin and others did the same, cutting quickly. As time went by, more and more people
The coolie couldn't help it, he sat on the ground and stopped cutting. However, every time when he was about to fall, Han Bin waved his knife again and cut the sacred stone, as if he would not give up as long as he still had breath.
Wang Fei didn't pay attention to Han Bin at first, but when he saw Han Bin's condition, he secretly said in his heart: "This boy is great, I don't know if he can last long..."
The coolie who was the first to cut the rough stone had already cut most of it. Looking at the others, their speeds were about the same.
Han Bin kept observing the situation around him. When he saw that only ten people, including him, were still cutting, he put down his knife, then sat on the ground, breathing heavily. Han Bin participated in the competition, just for nine
He didn't care at all about the final ranking of the Xuan Shen Jue's cultivation technique.
About three hours later, the competition ended. No one had finished cutting the rough stone, but everyone fell to the ground. According to the previous rules, no one who had not finished cutting the rough stone could obtain the title of King of Cutting, but he could get
The reward for first place. Zhang Fei glanced at the last ten people who fell, and said solemnly: "Follow me..."