Chapter 1932 The Centennial Competition of Suzaku Shengzong
The area where the core sequence lives is second only to the proud sequence.
According to the sequence levels divided by the Suzaku Holy Sect, the Proud Sequence belongs to the second-level sequence, and the Core Sequence belongs to the third-level sequence.
The first level of the Holy Aspect Sequence is actually prepared for elders of the Holy Lord level and above, so the Pride Sequence is basically the pinnacle that ordinary disciples can reach.
There are many powerful disciples who stay in this sequence, the weakest among them are at the level of being crowned kings, and the stronger ones have even been crowned saints.
Of course, although due to the long years, there are many people in the pride sequence, but compared to the vast number of people within the Suzaku Holy Sect, those who can reach this position are all rare beings, and within the Suzaku Holy Sect, they also belong to the upper class.
Therefore, sometimes when the sect elders have no time, the guidance task for the core sequence will be handed over to the proud sequence.
At this time, Li Qingyun was performing such duties, sitting suspended on a luxurious flying magic weapon.
There is a huge competition platform below.
In front of the competition stage, countless disciples have gathered to watch.
The Core Sequence Hundred Years Competition attracted at least 70,000 to 80,000 disciples to watch.
"Senior Brother Li, which junior brother do you prefer this time?" A graceful woman in a black dress, sitting on the flying magic weapon with Li Qingyun, asked Li Qingyun with a smile.
"I don't know. I don't know much about the disciples participating in this competition." Li Qingyun answered honestly.
Upon hearing what Li Qingyun said, the other three male disciples sitting on the magic weapon with Li Qingyun all looked over in surprise, and then laughed loudly and said: "Senior Brother Li really disappeared. Three days have passed since we took over the mission.
Years have passed and you haven't even bothered to look at the information of your junior fellow apprentices."
Li Qingyun thought to himself, you have passed three years, but I have only passed one hour.
These people are all the proud disciples who work with him as guidance, but their cultivation is only in the Kingship realm. They feel the Kingship aura on Li Qingyun's demonic incarnation, and subconsciously think that Li Qingyun is already a strong man in the Hedao realm.
, he called Li Qingyun his senior brother.
Among them, the woman in a black dress was most interested in Li Qingyun, and her beautiful eyes glanced back and forth at Li Qingyun from time to time.
Li Qingyun naturally felt uncomfortable about this, but he also thought that this woman was just a character evolved in the virtual world, so he did not fight back and just looked at the competition stage quietly.
Soon, disciples began to appear on the competition stage.
On the left is a man with yellow hair but wearing a red robe. He looks extremely irritable. He is holding a big fork and standing on the ground with great momentum.
On the right is a thin man who is similar to Ren, but his eyes are bigger than Ren. At this time, he seems to be looking at the yellow-haired man with some worry.
"Young Daoist Li, the one on the left is the seed player of this century competition, named Huang Rong. Please watch carefully and wait for the competition to end. According to the task requirements, we need to give guidance to the top three in the competition.
"
The woman in black skirt turned around and introduced Li Qingyun warmly.
Li Qingyun lowered his head slightly, then quickly raised his head again.
I secretly thought to myself, it is obviously a mission derived from the virtual world, why do you wear a black skirt with such a low chest?
This virtual world of heaven is not honest either.
The woman in the black dress looked at Li Qingyun and couldn't help but smile at the corners of her lips: "Fellow Daoist Li, do you still not know my name?"
Li Qingyun looked at the competition stage: "When will the competition start?"
The woman in the black dress ignored Li Qingyun's change of topic and insisted: "My name is Qi Wei. I am very happy to meet such a handsome, handsome, extraordinary and powerful senior fellow here as Daoist Fellow Li."
Li Qingyun turned around and took a serious look at Qi Wei: "Junior sister, I don't know what your cultivation level is, but to be fair, your vision is pretty good."
"Hahahaha..." Qi Wei covered her mouth and laughed sweetly.
On the competition stage below, the battle has begun.
It's just that the disciple who looked very similar to Ren was no match for Huang Rong and was defeated in a few rounds.
After that, it was changed to the next group of duels.
However, as soon as this group of people came on stage, the audience below let out a burst of exclamations, including the screams of some female disciples.
Li Qingyun looked at the competition stage curiously, only to find a young man in white robe standing on the left side.
He looks to be about eighteen or nineteen years old, with a long body, clean and fair skin, flowing black hair, and a folding fan in his hand. At first glance, he is a handsome young man.
"Is this Junior Brother Bai Yi? He is indeed handsome..."
"Yes, as a man, I think he is good-looking..."
Around him, the three proud male disciples all started talking.
A male disciple asked Qi Wei with a smile: "Sister Qi Wei, do you female cultivators like this kind of male cultivators who look harmless to humans and animals?"
But Qi Wei shook her head, winked mischievously, and said: "There are many people who like Junior Brother Bai Yi, but I prefer a mature and steady man who can give me a sense of security..."
When he said this, his eyes looked at Li Qingyun without any concealment.
"Oh~~~" the other three disciples cheered: "Senior Brother Li, you are so lucky. Senior Sister Qi Wei has many suitors in the Suzaku Holy Sect."
Li Qingyun heard this and closed his eyes.
Alas, another trouble.
I hope Qi Wei’s suitor won’t challenge me for a duel later.
I'm very busy...
Amid the excitement of the audience below, the battle began on the competition stage.
Li Qingyun vaguely heard someone say that Bai Yi seemed to have never fought in front of others, and this might be the first time in a hundred years.
Hearing this, he also looked at the competition stage curiously. Is it so interesting?
I saw that the disciple who was fighting Bai Yi was a burly man with a calm temperament. As soon as the battle started, he immediately made a seal with both hands, threw out a big seal, and smashed it at Bai Yi.
But Bai Yi made no move, just waved his hand gently.
The next moment, the big man's complexion suddenly changed, and he suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, recalled the big seal, and his knees softened, and he knelt on the ground, shouting: "I won't compete anymore! I surrender!"
"I'm sorry! Senior Brother Bai Yi! I overestimated my capabilities!"
As soon as this statement came out, the audience below the competition stage became even more excited.
"Senior Brother Bai Yi didn't take action this time!"
"I haven't touched my hand in more than five thousand years! As expected of Master Qianqian! I love him even more!"
"Senior Brother Bai Yi, is this a spiritual attack? It's so powerful!"
"..."
But soon, Li Qingyun raised his eyebrows. It was not because he found out that there was anything special about Bai Yi. The method Bai Yi used just now was just a psychic attack. There was nothing unusual about it.
It was because he saw it among the crowded crowd below.