As soon as Lu Ming arrived at the square, he felt several gazes shooting at him like sharp arrows. Among them, the look that made him feel like a tingling needle tip belonged to Li Zhennan.
At this moment, Li Zhennan was wearing a white long gown, with long hair capable of tying behind his head, and a look of wind and frost on his face. However, the strange sword on his waist made the whole person look even more sharp.
On Li Zhennan's right hand is another team of sword students, with six people. These people are not visible and leaking. However, with his unique sensing ability, the sword mark power, he can clearly sense that each of them is above the Yifeng Grand Sword Master, and the highest one is actually a peak Grand Sword Master!
This man looks very unsurprisingly, so ordinary that he can't find him in the crowd. He is only 1.70 meters tall. He is wearing an ordinary black gown. When he stands there, he is also very subtle in the team, and he is so low-key that almost everyone ignores him.
On the other side, it was Cheng Zifeng who was chasing everyone's breath strength and weakness.
Seeing this person's existence, Lu Ming was also a little surprised. This time he saw Cheng Zifeng, he was even more different than before. His breath was like a piece of warm jade, and it was so thick that it was impossible to see through. It was as deep as jade, as if a person standing at the top was overlooking the earth. This was a kind of high-end that was not low.
Seeing the momentum of this person, Lu Ming couldn't help but frown slightly. The gap between the past and now was so huge. I think he must have gained great benefits from the treasures he took from the ruins of the Trial Land, which made his entire aura change strongly, and it was completely baptized from the inside to the outside, completely making people feel that he had completely changed someone.
Lu Ming knew that the sword treasure was the most powerful sword saint from the Zhenyuan Empire after all, and it was not surprising that he had such benefits. But no matter how Lu Ming observed it, although he did not see through him, Lu Ming felt that he had a very strange smell and became more and more different.
Lu Ming still doesn't know where this smell and feeling come from, but it's so strong...
"Sword students!"
A loud voice interrupted Lu Ming's thoughts and also pulled his eyes to the high platform on the edge of the square. In front of a quiet and respectful tutor queue, the master of the Jiantang Hall stood proudly, and said majestic: "Sword students, I am very happy to see you in this round. You are the bloodline of the Jiantang and even more powerful people. Only your existence can continue the glory of the Jiantang. So today I hope to see you perform the best. This is not only because the Jiantang needs talents, but also the foundation stone of your own Jiandao's future career. I think you will know very well. I won't say much nonsense. Now I will talk about the rules of this ** competition."
Lu Ming nodded calmly. The master did not highlight the greatness of the sword hall, but directly explained the relationship between the sword hall and the sword student. His words were quite realistic. He just didn't know what changes would be made in this competition rules, because Li Zhennan's master actually showed a proud smile on his face at this moment.
The master paused for a moment and continued: "The rules of the competition are that all sword students will be disrupted, and they will be divided into four competition areas to compete, and the first place in each competition area will be qualified to advance to the national top!"
"Wow!"
As soon as the master said the words, most of the Jiansheng shouted directly: "Each of the first place in the four competition zones will advance? Wouldn't that mean that three places will be added this time? It seems that we have a greater chance!"
"Yes, yes, if I could be assigned to a slightly weaker competition zone, with my Yifeng Sword Master's sword realm, maybe I would advance. The decision of Sword Hall is really wise and powerful!"
"That's right, this time, I, the three-front sword master, got a ranking of only tenth. Although under my leadership, the team members have the opportunity to enter the Sword Master's Tomb for three days, I am unwilling to accept it. In the trial land, it depends on luck. This time, I confront you in a tit-for-tat way, and I think I will definitely get a better ranking!"
Seeing that the swordsmen were ready to fight, their fighting spirit had already bloomed, Lu Ming couldn't help but frown slightly. It seemed that the incident of Jian Zun leading the apostles to defect this time had indeed had a great impact on the sword hall. They needed a large number of talents to fill this gap and also found better geniuses to cultivate them.
Seeing these swordsman excited, now there seems to be no problem with the sword hall asking them to attack a country with just one order.
Lu Ming shook his head gently and swept away this absurd idea. After all, the strength of Jiantang has already surpassed any country.
"The sword hall needs talents, a large number of talents!" The hall master continued his encouragement: "This time, the sword hall has completely opened its arms, and the opportunity is already in front of you. I hope each of you must seize it!"
He paused, then turned to look at the instructor and ordered, "Okay, today's competition will begin."
A tutor walked out with a box. Lu Ming looked at the tight seal and immediately understood that this was to be grouped in the form of lottery, but dividing it into four groups did bring opportunities to more people.
The instructor put the box and said, "Okay, now start to draw the battle zone sequence in the order of ranking, the first team, Zhuoligetu and his team members!"
Zhuoligetu smiled, a hint of pride appeared on his fat face. He turned his head and tilted his head to everyone, and walked forward. His posture and steps, combined with his strong body, were like a victorious bull.
Lu Ming smiled indifferently, turned around and patted Qing'er's little head. Although her combat power was completely capable of challenging the above level, her temporary realm was still low. Lu Ming did not intend to let her take risks. Since she had been tempered and had the qualification to enter the Sword Lord's Tomb for three days, it would be enough for the time being, and there would be more opportunities in the future.
The draws began one after another, and Qian Wantong's smile became even stronger. Although the alliance with others was a bit miscalculated this time, it was a matter of the rules of the sword hall, and the alliance was still valid. However, the conditions were changed. No matter which Sword Academy people were from, as long as they met Lu Ming and others, they would be beaten and destroyed! If possible, killing them accidentally is the best!
Jian Sheng counted as many as fifty people in the top ten teams. No matter which competition area Lu Ming and his group were assigned to, they would never escape their palms. Although they now have one more Nangong Huajian, it is a one-on-one single-match event. With him or not, there is no difference at all. As long as Lu Ming and his people are destroyed, they will not only avenge their precious apprentice, but also eliminate some very powerful opponents!
This is not a conspiracy. Lu Ming and others may notice it during the battle, but they will never find any reason to terminate the competition. Moreover, the Sword Hall organization will not pay attention to it. This is an open conspiracy!
So Qian Wantong smiled proudly and was very happy. Didn’t you, Ji Wujian, think you have found a good apprentice? Then I will tell you with practical actions that a genius who cannot grow up is a mediocre talent, and the swordsman who has entered the country in Qingyuanzhou can only be his own apprentice!
The lottery was soon over. Lu Ming found that the four sword students in his area were all those he had never seen before. The aura on their bodies ranged from the first-front sword master to the five-front sword master. The realm below the great sword master was completely unseen.
And one thing is that these sword students no longer completely suppress and conceal their powerful aura. Perhaps this is because the staff of the sword hall have also realized their dereliction of duty in their work. When things have come to this point, exposing them is equivalent to destroying themselves. Moreover, the sword hall now needs a large number of talents, so no one has mentioned this matter again.
In a competition area next to him, Leng Jian stood proudly like a sharp sword made of cold iron. There were five sword students beside him. You can tell that they were from two sword courtyards, but these sword students had mysterious and strange smiles on their faces, and they kept looking at him with eyes that seemed to have foreseeed Leng Jian's fate. However, Leng Jian had his own pride and ignored these people at all. They only occasionally had the blue veins on the back of the hand holding the sword. It seemed that he had felt something and was preparing to start a killing spree.
Lu Ming glanced at the Jiansheng who was eager to try. When the Cold Sword was upgraded to the sword realm, he had already eliminated most of the toxins. Although this would reduce his combat endurance, during the promotion process, his dantian, meridians, bones, and even ** were all sublimated very thoroughly. Compared with the pathological period, his combat power would only compete for strength and embark on the road back on track.
When he turned around, Lu Ming saw Zhuo Ligetu. He and Nangong Huajian were assigned to a group. There were three swordsmen in this competition area, but one of them was Cheng Zifeng.
"Damn! The members of this competition area are so strong!"
A Jiansheng, who was watching, saw this group and immediately screamed:
"I think you all should know the consequences of the gathering of geniuses, hum! This group should be called the Death Group!" A Jiansheng said with a serious expression.
"Death Group?" Many Jiansheng immediately exclaimed.
"That's right!" The Jiansheng's eyes swept the five people one by one, and he seemed to have predicted the result in his heart. His face couldn't help but feel a chill: "Look, there are Nangong Huajian, the first genius of Qingyuanzhou, a powerful and famous friend outside the frontier, and the only disciple of the Master of the Sword Saint-level Academy in the entire empire. The other two are also masters of the Three-Strike Sword Master. This time, if anyone wants to win the first place, they must be seriously injured!"
"Yes, serious injury for us swordsmen is death! After all, few people have the firm will of Leng Jian, and there is not so much luck that they will come back!"
"That's right, Leng Jian's deeds have become a legend in our Qing Yuanzhou. This is a real swordsman!" (To be continued.)