After queuing for a long time, it was finally Wang Chan's turn.
"My dear friend, you are still young, so there is no need to worry about joining the sect. It will be the same if you wait ten years before joining!"
At twelve years old, he is just like a child. Compared with other contestants, he seems a little out of place. For ordinary casual cultivators and children from aristocratic families, no matter how talented they are, those who have reached the seventh level of Qi Refining are very rare. Many people at this age
They haven't started practicing yet. So in their eyes, they naturally think that Wang Chan is just here to join in the fun.
The age they require is no more than forty years old. Let alone ten years, even twenty years will not be too late. Many of the people who signed up here are in their thirties, and those who got married early will
Becoming a grandfather. In the eyes of these veterans who have been in the world of cultivation for many years, isn’t twelve the age to play in the mud?
Wang Chan didn't say a word. The world of cultivation is looking at cultivation, not age. He took the immortal stone that tests spiritual roots and cultivation and injected it with real energy!
"Bone age, twelve years old, spiritual roots of light and thunder, cultivation level, eighth level of Qi training! Passed!"
A shocking word!
A swish! Everyone fixed their eyes on Wang Chan and looked at him in disbelief. The twelve-year-old eighth-level Qi Refiner was definitely considered a genius in the world of cultivation, even a descendant of a large sect.
, it is difficult for someone at this age to have such a level of cultivation, especially when the other party is still a casual cultivator.
Although they are dual spiritual roots, they are extremely rare spiritual roots, especially the thunder-attribute spiritual roots, which are known as the strongest spiritual roots. They are most suitable for practicing thunder-type skills, and they will be able to overcome the heavenly tribulation.
Easier than others.
With such a talent, you can just become a disciple alone, and there is no need to participate in any Immortal Ascension Conference.
Under the shocked gazes of everyone, Wang Chan put the immortal stone in her hand without any change in her expression. She secretly said:
"It seems that this Heaven-shading Art is pretty good!"
Bone age is difficult to disguise, but cultivation and bones can hide it. Wang Chan decided to disguise himself as a casual cultivator at the eighth level of Qi Refining. After all, as a casual cultivator, although this cultivation level will attract attention, it is still among everyone.
Acceptable range.
If the other party wants to find out his parentage, Wang Chan has also prepared a set of excuses. After all, he has been an undercover agent for so many times and has already gained experience.
No! It seems that he is not an undercover agent this time. He should be regarded as a spy at best.
After one round of registration, half of the cultivators were eliminated, leaving only five or six hundred people who truly met the requirements, and half of them were over thirty years old.
Due to Wang Chan's outstanding talent, he quickly attracted a large number of practitioners who wanted to come and make friends. The calls of Taoist friends rang in his ears, some wanted to exchange experiences, some wanted to find out about their background, and some wanted to sell pills.
After taking the medicine, Wang Chan took the trouble to find a place to close her eyes and rest, ignoring everything outside. Taoist friends who meet by chance are the most unreliable. The kind of familiar people who come over to get close to each other for no reason basically don't have anything good.
Next comes the cruel arena challenge. After all, seventy people have to be selected from hundreds of people. The competition is still very fierce, and there is no such thing as humility.
There are seven sects and seven arenas. Basically, a large number of people will challenge each sect's arena, especially the most secretive one, the Hidden Moon Sect, which has the most monks competing in the arena.
Wang Chan, on the other hand, chose the arena in Huang Maple Valley, which was in the middle and lower reaches of the seven major sects.
The rules of the arena are very simple. As long as you can win two games on the stage, you can enter the candidate list. From a team of less than a hundred people, after finding the person who has won two times, there will be less than thirty people left.
It is a contest between candidates, using a double-elimination format. If you lose one game, you still have a chance, but if you lose two games, you will lose.
Generally speaking, as long as you win five games in a row, you can basically advance!
In the arena competition, everyone relies on their own means, whether it is magic weapons, talisman formations, or even pills. In the world of cultivation, these things are part of strength, and winning is the only way to go.
Such a fierce competition is destined to be bloody. The competition was only in its second round, and already a monk died on the ring, and his storage bag was naturally taken away by his opponent.
And the situation of amputated hands and feet is even more common.
This is also the epitome of the entire world of cultivation. No one cares about a dead monk, and there is no so-called humility. Cultivation is originally a single-plank bridge. If you don't move forward, you can only be pushed into the river by those behind you.
After most of the arena match, Wang Chan calmly came to the arena.
Wang Chan's opponent was a twenty-five or six-year-old monk at the eleventh level of Qi refining stage.
"I'm Yan Ruhai, from Yanjiabao. I see that my Taoist friend is only at the eighth level of Qi Refining. I'm afraid he's no match for me. The world of cultivation is cruel. If you surrender obediently, I can spare your life!"
The young monk talked eloquently. As the first family of immortal cultivators besides the seven major sects, he naturally had his own arrogance. When he saw that the other party was a child, he did not kill him from the beginning.
Wang Chan didn't speak, her childish face was full of inhuman indifference, after announcing the start of the competition.
Then he slowly stretched out a finger, and dazzling white lightning appeared at the fingertips, making a crackling sound. Then, the lightning flew out like a small snake, aiming directly at the monk in front of him!
"Lefa!?"
Seeing the lightning that was like a small snake coming towards him, the monk from Yanjiabao's eyes became serious. The thunder technique was not something that ordinary monks could learn. He quickly jumped up high to avoid the lightning.
It's just that the little snake seemed to have eyes. The moment he jumped up, it turned around at a ninety-degree angle and rushed towards him. The monks from Yanjiabao didn't dare to catch the thunder and hurriedly urged it.
He used his magic weapon shield to resist this thunder.
The moment the little snake came into contact with the lightning, a dazzling white light burst out. Just when everyone thought that the shield had blocked the lightning, the little white snake suddenly made a big turn at an extremely fast speed and hit the opponent.
It circled half a circle and finally penetrated directly into his body from his back.
The next moment, the sound of crackling could be heard endlessly, accompanied by the screams of the other party.
"Ahh!!!"
The powerful power of thunder and lightning directly electrocuted the opponent, and finally he fell down with smoke all over his body and fell unconscious. Wang Chan did not kill him and spared his life.
The practitioners present were secretly shocked after seeing Wang Chan's methods. They did not expect that a disciple of a cultivating family who was at the eleventh level of Qi training could be defeated so easily. This strength was comparable to that of Qi training Dzogchen.
In the second scene, Wang Chan met a monk named Wu who was in his early thirties and was in the twelfth level of Qi training. He was very powerful.
Unfortunately, he met Wang Chan. This time, Wang Chan released the small white long insect again. The small white long insect appeared and approached the target. The opponent seemed to be prepared for it, and used a golden light talisman to turn into gold.
The clock wraps itself up, making it watertight.
The duel evolved into a protracted battle. In the end, the monk surnamed Wu lifted the golden talisman after seeing the little white long worm disappear. Unexpectedly, he fell into Wang Chan's trap. Two long worms quietly appeared and immediately paralyzed him.
After two easy wins, Wang Chan successfully advanced to the top ten without any surprises in the next knockout rounds!