In the sky outside Ziyun City, a warm sun hangs high on the blue sky. The afterglow cast by it shines warmly on people. The sun in early spring is a little soft, like little hands.
Touching people's bodies gently can make them doze off.
In the Donglai Square, ten competition arenas have been set up. Under the competition arena, about a hundred young warriors are using mystical skills and adjusting their own conditions.
After the first two rounds, especially the second round of testing, nearly 900 teenagers have been eliminated, leaving only the last 100. They will conduct the third round of actual combat testing in this arena.
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The first two rounds of testing are mainly knockout rounds, while this third round is a ranking round.
The young people who have passed the first two rounds are already the outer disciples of 'Ziyunhai', but they still need to compete again to rank them so that the 'Four Outer Halls' can reasonably select disciples.
Ye Junlin, Li Mu and other ten people sat in an open space, bathing in the sunshine while adjusting their condition, quietly waiting for the start of the third round of testing.
"Brother Mu, do you think we will be on the same stage?" The girl in a light blue dress pulled Li Mu's arm very affectionately and asked slightly shyly.
"Hmm." Li Mu pinched his chin, pondered for a moment, and then said slowly: "It shouldn't be possible. The number plates of the ten of us are from No. 42 to No. 51. And these ten
Each arena is divided according to numbers, which means that we are just right and no one will encounter anyone else."
"Oh, oh, that's good, I don't want to meet Brother Ye." The girl in green clothes on the side patted her chest and said happily.
After spending a long time together, Ye Junlin has become familiar with the other eight boys and girls. He also has a general understanding of them: for example, the girl in the light blue dress is named 'Ling Xinyi'
, is Li Mu's fiancée; the girl in Tsing Yi is named 'Tang Xiaotang'; the naughty boy is named 'Pan Yanjun'... Most of these boys are from the north of the 'Red Sky Mortal Realm'
, a city called 'Beiyuan City'.
"Hey, Brother Ye. I think with your strength, it won't be a problem to win the top three." Li Mu suddenly turned his head and said to Ye Junlin.
"Is this matter important?" Ye Junlin frowned slightly, showing a look of indifference.
"Of course it's important!" Li Mu looked at Ye Junlin in surprise, as if he was sizing up an alien: "Brother Ye, don't you know that there are rewards for the top three?"
"Reward?" Ye Junlin's eyebrows showed a hint of interest: "What reward?"
"Let me tell you." Tang Xiaotang saw several teenagers coming over and said quickly: "The third place in the 'practical test' competition will be rewarded with one hundred silver coins; the second place will be rewarded with five hundred silver coins and one
This is a low-level mystical skill in the Huang class; the first one..."
Tang Xiaotang said, seeing that Ye Junlin was listening intently, he deliberately gave it a pass.
"Say it quickly!"
"That's right, tell me quickly."
The other teenagers around were anxious...
"The first place will receive one thousand silver coins and a book of yellow-level middle-grade mystical skills." Tang Xiaotang said with a smile.
"Hmm." After hearing this, Ye Junlin thought secretly: He doesn't care much about silver coins or anything, but he is still very interested in the mysterious skills collected by a powerful sect like 'Ziyunhai'.
"Then let's win the 'first place'." Ye Junlin thought to himself with great confidence.
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Time passed little by noon, and the young people who had been waiting for a long time began to become impetuous, and bursts of noise broke out from the Donglai Square from time to time.
"Quiet!"
At this moment, with the sound of a gong, a wretched fat man came to the center of the square again. The stands of the square were also filled with more than a dozen 'big shots'.
The fat warrior cleared his throat and said: "First of all, congratulations on being called the outer disciples of our 'Purple Cloud Sea'. Secondly, please guard against arrogance and impetuosity, and seriously participate in the third level of the test. I believe that this third level is
Everyone already knows the rewards and importance of the level, so I won’t say more. Next, please find your corresponding arena according to the digits on the number plate.”
"How to respond?" asked a young warrior.
"Are you a pig-brained person?" The fat warrior was a little angry: "Do you understand this? For example, if you are number 48, you go to ring number 8; if you are number 60
No. 9, you go to the No. 9 arena. Do you understand?"
"I understand, I understand..." The young man was startled by the fat warrior's drink and hurriedly replied.
The fat warrior looked at the trembling boy with fright, and a smile appeared on his wretched face: "This competition is not a one-on-one duel, but a big melee between ten of you standing on the same ring. In the end, stay
One person will advance to the 'Top Ten Tournament'. Of course, those who think they are not good enough can also admit defeat."
After the fat warrior finished speaking, the teenagers below immediately started an uproar...
"Big melee!"
"how so!"
"How scary!"
The teenagers were discussing, and several girls even withdrew from the competition directly, including Li Mu's fiancée 'Ling Xinyi'.
"Have you really decided on your favorite one?" Li Mu asked softly.
"Yes." Ling Xinyi nodded: "Brother Mu, I know my strength, so you have to work hard with me!"
Ling Xinyi clenched her fist at Li Mu.
"Okay." After Li Mu said this, he strode towards the second arena.
The ten arenas were filled with people in the blink of an eye.
Ye Junlin's number is '51', so he stood on the No. 1 ring. Ye Junlin's eyes slowly scanned the other nine teenagers and found that the 'strong man' on this ring was really
Quite a few: one with the ninth level of profound veins, four with the eighth level of profound veins...
While Ye Junlin was thinking, the other young warriors on the stage suddenly burst into loud noises:
"Look, isn't that Young Master Luo Chen?"
"Yes, that is indeed Master Luo Chen."
"I heard that he was the first to pass the 'corridor test'. He is so powerful!"
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Hearing other people's comments, Ye Junlin's eyes slowly fell on the young man named 'Luo Chen'.
I saw that 'Luo Chen' was also at the 'ninth level of mystical veins'. He was wearing a lavender martial robe, carrying a 'red copper flowing water sword' on his back, and exuding an extraordinary heroic spirit between his brows.
Just as Ye Junlin was sizing him up, he was also sizing up Ye Junlin. Because Luo Chen felt that among the hundred people, only Ye Junlin could be 'barely' considered his opponent.
On Arena No. 2, Li Mu saw Ye Junlin and Luo Chen on Arena No. 1 and couldn't help but sigh: "It seems Brother Ye has a fierce battle to fight..."