The rules of the Shushan sect competition are very simple, that is, monks fight in pairs. The winner will advance to the next round, and the loser will retire sadly.
Regardless of the huge crowd of disciples outside the entire sect square, most of them are handyman disciples.
As one of the seven immortal sects, the Shushan Sword Sect has very high requirements for recruiting disciples. The number of disciples in the outer sect is less than a thousand, and the inner sect has even fewer disciples.
In addition, during the Shushan catastrophe four years ago, many inner sect disciples unfortunately died, and now there are only a few dozen in number. It is no wonder that Chi Wuya's life is approaching and he is still thinking about the sect competition.
Lin Mingyuan's first opponent was a disciple of the fifth level of foundation construction named Jia Dongshou.
Jia Dongshou was only at the middle level among the outer disciples. His reputation was not outstanding, and their cultivation levels were not high. Logically speaking, no one would pay attention to this competition.
But...
At this time, there were many people gathered in front of the martial arts stage where Lin Mingyuan and Jia Dongshou were performing, most of them were handyman disciples watching the excitement and outer disciples who did not dare to compete.
This posture is almost comparable to the numbers of Zhao Xuanyi and Fairy Qingling next door.
Of course, these people are not here to cheer.
More importantly, he wanted to see how Lin Mingyuan was defeated and then go to the handicap to receive the spirit stone.
"Fellow Taoist, please don't squeeze, my shoes will be stepped on!"
"Get out of the way! I spent five hundred middle-grade spiritual stones to defeat that little devil Lin Mingyuan, so don't worry!"
"Heroes see the same thing! My little brother also bet all his wealth on Lin Mingyuan and loses, so he can collect the spiritual stone and collect gifts for the fairy!"
The outer disciples who were watching had their faces flushed, and they looked at Lin Mingyuan like hungry wolves.
He had sold all his possessions to collect five hundred spirit stones, and he was just waiting to get rich today and marry his favorite junior sister.
There was a lot of hustle and bustle under the stage.
The two monks on the stage stared at each other with big eyes.
Lin Mingyuan jumped onto the martial arts stage very calmly, and the disciples on the opposite side were already waiting on it.
"Senior Brother Jia, you are polite!"
Lin Mingyuan clasped his fists at Jia Dongshou to indicate that although the opponent's cultivation level was only the fifth level of Foundation Establishment, he would not be careless.
He came with only one goal, which was to be among the top three in the sect competition and enter the inner sect, so Lin Mingyuan would take it seriously no matter who he faced.
"It turns out to be Junior Brother Lin! I've admired him for a long time!"
Surprisingly.
Jia Dongshou did not sneer or show contempt for Lin Mingyuan like other outer disciples.
He also raised his fists in a decent manner and returned the greeting respectfully. The goatee on his mouth twitched and looked a little funny.
"Senior Brother, I have heard about Junior Brother's name for a long time. Today, when I see you, it is indeed well-deserved. Being able to fight against Junior Brother Lin is really a great blessing in Jia's life."
Huh?
Where did this fuss come from?
Lin Mingyuan was a little puzzled. He had received too much cynicism in the past four years. He originally thought that this disciple named Jia would humiliate and criticize him when he came to power, but he did not expect that the other party would be so polite.
"Senior Brother Jia, you're too polite, please give me some advice!"
Although Lin Mingyuan has quietly broken through to the seventh level of foundation building, facing Jia Dongshou from the fifth level without any pressure, he will definitely not take it lightly as a lion fights a rabbit with all his strength.
"That's easy to say! Jia will also try his best to master Junior Brother Lin's clever tricks!"
"Ho! Ha!"
"Hoo!"
Jia Dongshou let out loud shouts one after another, and kept moving his hands from left to right, creating a gust of wind, which made the onlookers in the audience cheer.
"Senior Brother Jia used all his strength from the beginning!"
"That's right! The fifth level of foundation building is really terrifying. I don't think that guy Lin Mingyuan can hold on even with a single move!"
"Hahaha, I'm going to get rich, I'm going to get rich!"
Lin Mingyuan looked at Jia Dongshou opposite, his face flushed and white breath coming out of his mouth, and he became serious.
This senior brother seems to be ready to go all out and win the game with thunderous momentum, so let's test the opponent's strength first.
Condensing a spell in his hand, Lin Mingyuan condensed a sword light with Taiyi's sword intent and struck Jia Shoudong, which was not too offensive.
"Well done!"
Jia Shoudong's sleeves were bulging with wind, and he opened his bow with a pair of tiger claws. He was not afraid of the flying green sword light and caught it head on.
The onlookers in the audience were already beaming with joy, and some even brought their private collection of spiritual wine, ready to celebrate after Lin Mingyuan's defeat.
In their eyes, Lin Mingyuan couldn't withstand Jia Dongshou's attack. He was afraid that he would be defeated within three moves. He would make a fortune today!
"Uh-huh!!"
While the onlookers were still immersed in their fantasy, they heard a scream from the stage.
They quickly turned around to check, only to see a shocking scene.
The monk who screamed was not Lin Mingyuan as he imagined, but Jia Dongshou, the fifth-level Foundation Establishment Celestial who was given high hopes!
I saw Jia Dongshou facing the sword light with a stern look on his face, a pair of tiger claws crashing into the sword light with thunderous force. He was very brave at first, but in just a few breaths, his complexion changed from flushing to purple, and he retreated and was defeated.
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In the end, his body was shot away like a cannonball and landed on the martial arts stage, with foam overflowing from his mouth from time to time.
"Uh-huh..."
"No... As expected of Junior Brother Lin, Mr. Jia... is convinced... hiccups."
Jia Dongshou fell to the ground and raised his arms with difficulty, pointing tremblingly at Lin Mingyuan, seemingly unwilling to do so. Then he rolled his eyes and fainted, and there was no movement again.
The whole place was silent!
At this time, not only the surrounding disciples were confused, but Lin Mingyuan was also confused!
What's going on?
You fell down before I even tried my best?
Originally, the magic formula that Lin Mingyuan sent out was used to test the opponent's strength. I'm afraid he didn't even use 10% of his cultivation level.
Unexpectedly, the opponent seemed to have already amplified his moves, and his whole body was filled with spiritual energy.
Lin Mingyuan was thinking about summoning the green sword to defend himself, but he didn't expect that Jia Dongshou suddenly fell to the ground after screaming, and then fainted while frothing at the mouth and groaning.
Where did this come from?
Lin Mingyuan watched blankly as Jia Dongshou was carried off the stage by the law enforcement disciples, and then announced that he had won. The stage was silent and the audience was in an uproar.
"What's the situation? What's the situation?"
"Fake match! Pure fake match! Elder, I protest!"
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu: My spirit stones, the fairies I have not yet learned!"
The disciples in the audience were excited and protested one after another. Some disciples even rolled up their sleeves and looked ferocious, wanting to rush up to question Lin Mingyuan.
However, under the scolding of the disciples of the Law Enforcement Hall, everyone was intercepted one after another, and they could only keep crying with bitter expressions on their faces.
"Lin Mingyuan won this competition!"
Following the announcement from the disciples of the Law Enforcement Hall, Lin Mingyuan jumped off the martial arts stage with ease.
Du Pangpang had been waiting aside for a long time, and rolled over happily when he saw Lin Mingyuan's victory.
"Senior Brother Lin, what a skill! He killed Jia Dongshou in one move!"
Lin Mingyuan's mind was not focused on him. With his spiritual consciousness, he felt that Jia Dongshou, who was still dying just now, turned over and jumped up. He rushed towards the market with an excited expression, and he felt clear in his heart.