During the discussion five days ago, Li Xuanqing had already figured out the pattern of the competition for quotas in previous generations. In the past, there was only one light curtain in the first level. After receiving their respective tokens, the melee began and initially selected tens of thousands of disciples.
But this time, judging from the thousands of light screens, I'm afraid the rules of the first level have changed.
Not only Li Xuanqing, but also other sects became solemn. They had discussed it before coming, but now, all plans have been disrupted.
While countless geniuses were feeling uneasy, an old voice echoed between heaven and earth: "For the sake of fairness, the first level of this competition for quotas is to randomly select a group of 100 people, and the last ten people from each group will advance to the first place.
Second level! Come and collect the corresponding tokens from all sects and tribes."
Before the old voice fell, strong men from all sects and tribes went to the front to receive the tokens.
In the competition for quotas in the past dynasties, there are a total of one hundred thousand quotas, which are allocated to each sect and clan in turn, while the Ancient Hundred Refining Sect has a hundred quotas.
After the elders of the Ancient Bailian Sect receive the tokens and come back, they will be distributed to every disciple.
Qin Yu took the token and found that it was made of wood and was ordinary, with a row of numbers engraved on the front, and his number was "1023".
"Drop your blood into the token to be eligible to participate in the first level!" The old voice sounded again, and everyone bit their index fingers and dripped blood on the token.
Qin Yu also dropped a drop of blood on the token. At this moment, he felt that he had an inexplicable connection with the token. At the same time, Qin Yu keenly noticed that a figure suddenly appeared on the back of the token.
The number "87".
Qin Yu looked up in surprise, only to find that numbers appeared on the thousands of light screens in front of him.
"There is a formation light curtain number behind each token, and all contestants have arrived at their respective light curtains!" When Qin Yu was thoughtful, the old voice sounded again.
Qin Yu turned his head and looked at the numbers on the backs of the other disciples, and found that they were all different. This completely disrupted everyone's plans. However, Qin Yu didn't think anything of it. Although it was fair and eliminated opportunism, this
In fact, it is also for the good of everyone.
After all, entering the Immortal Martial Secret Realm will meet the geniuses of other stars. If you don't have absolute strength, once you encounter them, you may be dead. Therefore, the purpose of trapped dragon stars is to select the three hundred strongest people. Only in this way
, Only in the future can he become the backbone of Long Xingchen.
"Everyone, everything is settled according to destiny!" Li Xuanqing looked at everyone, said helplessly, and then flew away.
When Qin Yu came to Light Curtain No. 87, dozens of people were already waiting. When they saw Qin Yu arriving, the faces of these dozens of people changed, and some even showed despair.
"It's Li Youcai... Oh my god, I'm actually in the same group as Li Youcai!"
"God, are you playing with me?"
"Crazy Li Youcai... Why am I so unlucky!"
The geniuses who were in the group with Qin Yu were all wailing in their hearts. Even the geniuses in the next few light curtains looked at those geniuses with a trace of pity and happiness in their eyes...
Qin Yu glanced at the desperate Tianjiao and said calmly: "As long as you don't get within a foot of me, I won't interfere in your battle. However, if you want to unite to fight against me, that's fine."
Qin Yu's words made these monks look better. As long as Qin Yu didn't take action, it would be fine. After all, they had all seen Qin Yu kill members of the Immortal King Jiang's family with one finger, and no one could resist Qin Yu.
One finger.
As for joining forces to fight for Qin Yu... no one dares to think of this. Isn't this asking for death?
After the corresponding experts checked whether their respective tokens corresponded to the light curtain number, they all entered the formation light curtain.
At the same time, an old voice echoed in the sky: "The battle for the quota in the Immortal Martial Secret Realm, the first level, begins!"
Before he finished speaking, a fierce battle broke out among thousands of light curtains. Qin Yu sat cross-legged in the center of the light curtain and closed his eyes directly. No one within a foot of him dared to approach. This was the first level for him.
...It can be said that it is just a formality.
There are not many people like Qin Yu. For example, in the first light curtain, Jiang Xianjun was also sitting cross-legged on the ground, and no one within a foot dared to approach.
"Boom boom boom!"
Deafening loud noises formed waves of sound that rushed up into the sky.
Less than thirty breaths into the first level, a light curtain stopped the battle.
In this light curtain, a young man wearing animal skin, not burly but extremely strong, exudes a surge of power. What is surprising is that this young man has a pair of scarlet eyes, which are as scarlet as the ones on his fists.
Blood.
Outside the light curtain, the monks all fell to the ground, groaning in pain, and some even died suddenly.
The remaining nine people in the light curtain all had pale faces, and looked at the young man with horror in their eyes. If the number of people did not reach ten, they would not be able to attack. I am afraid that these nine people would be blasted out of the light curtain.
"What a cruel person!" Countless monks stared at this young man, terrified.
You must know that those who can participate in the competition for quotas are all top geniuses from various sects and tribes, and their abilities are all extraordinary...
And this young man was able to blast out all ninety people in just thirty breaths of time, which shows how fast and powerful his attack is!
Not long after, many more light curtains ended the battle, attracting the attention of many people.
Qin Yu was sitting cross-legged in the light curtain. Although his eyes were closed, his consciousness was wandering in the many arrays of light curtains. He was also secretly observing the young geniuses, including Lei Zhuoyuo, Yaizhen Shaozu,
and the youth's pursuit of poverty.
However, what makes Qin Yu slightly disappointed is that there is no depth at all in this first level, especially the young man Zhuhuang. He is sitting there cross-legged and no one dares to approach him.
But think about it, the first level is just a preliminary screening, and no one will reveal their full strength. The real show is in the second and third levels.
After about an hour, almost all of the thousands of light curtains ceased fighting. In just one hour, nine-tenths of the people were eliminated, resulting in many wailing and unwilling voices.
When all the thousands of formation light curtains were removed, the tens of thousands of people who had passed the first level gathered together.
"Each one receives the mask and enters the second level of the hunting battle. Remember, after entering the hunting battlefield, you can voluntarily give up the fight. If anyone takes off the mask without authorization, it will be deemed to have given up the fight. Once given up, it can be heard outside the hunting battlefield." The old voice said.
Echoing the heaven and earth.
Before he finished speaking, a strong wind blew away the dust on the ground, revealing hundreds of formations. In front of the formations, densely packed masks floated.
"Receive the mask and you can enter! The second level of the competition for the quota in the Xianwu Secret Realm begins!"
