The test ended quickly. Most of them were twenty-five years old. No one dared to lie about their age on such an occasion.
This test is called a test, but it is actually a way for disciples from various sects to get to know each other.
Tianlan Sect and others have also seen many real geniuses, and they were still a little unconvinced at first, but now they are gone.
"What kind of monster is Sima Haokong of the Fire God Sect? He has already formed an elixir at the age of twenty-five! How can he fight now!"
On the way back, Ma Changchuan was shocked and kept complaining about the geniuses he saw today.
Originally, they thought that the most people who would come to participate in the competition would be guys who were in the Dzogchen Realm of Concentration, but they didn't expect that there would also be monsters in the Golden Core stage.
And Sima Haokong immediately became the focus of the audience, and his name was remembered by everyone.
Others in the Tianlan Sect are also a little discouraged at this moment. The world outside is indeed big, and they are indeed just frogs in the well.
In the past, in the sect, I felt that I was simply a genius. After winning several victories in competitions with fellow disciples and gaining some praise and fame, I felt that the geniuses in this world were nothing more than that.
Unexpectedly, as soon as they stepped out, they would feel the difference in the world. This sense of disparity made the leaders of Tianlan Sect unable to accept it for a while.
Everyone was dejected, but Muchen's expression did not change, and he still looked as calm as ever.
"I said Muchen, why are you still so calm?"
Ma Tianchuan was like a resentful woman at this moment, chattering endlessly, leaving Muchen speechless.
"Now that we've come, let's take care of them. What else can we do? If we can't defeat them, then we'll admit defeat. How can we who are sighing now defeat them?"
Muchen's words made everyone feel excited.
Yes, what's the use of sighing and feeling uncomfortable here?
It's better to go back and practice for a while, maybe there will be more chances to win the day after tomorrow.
Huang Tianhu looked at Muchen with admiration. Among the few people, Muchen was always the sharpest and calmest.
It seems that no difficulty can stump him, and he always has a solution.
Everyone was walking in a corridor, and suddenly a large group of people came in front of them.
When they saw the person walking in front of them, their expressions immediately changed. Isn't this the genius of the Fire God Sect, Sima Haokong?
Everyone had been warned by the sect leader Huan Sanshan before on the spirit boat, and they must be careful in their words and deeds when they get here.
And this Sima Haokong is not only a disciple of a first-class force, but also a disciple of the Golden Core stage. According to the rules of the immortal world, they should call him senior.
The people from the Tianlan Sect did not dare to lose their etiquette and immediately stepped aside to make way, lowering their heads and waiting for the people from the Fire God Sect to pass by.
But at this moment, Muchen's behavior made their hearts sink.
Muchen actually walked directly towards Sima Haokong without any intention of giving way.
"Mu Chen, what are you doing!"
Ma Changchuan called in a low voice, but Muchen ignored him.
Huang Tianhu complained in his heart. He had been praising Muchen for his calmness just now, so why did he do such a thing now.
But the next moment, everyone's eyes almost popped out.
When Sima Haokong saw Muchen blocking the way, he was not angry but happy. Instead, he hugged his fists at him with a smile on his face:
"Fellow Taoist Muchen! Long time no see! You left before I had a chance to thank you for your kindness last time!"
An immortal cultivator at the Golden Core Stage is actually comparable to Muchen?
Everyone was astonished.
Muchen also smiled faintly: "Fellow Taoist Haokong, you're too polite. I've also accepted the benefits from your Fire God Sect. What's the point of talking about favors!"
Sima Haokong still had the same naughty mind, and immediately started studying Muchen's metal puppet hand again.
Muchen was speechless and quickly made an excuse that he wanted to go back to practice and leave.
Sima Haokong was a little reluctant and said: "Friend Muchen, I know you are powerful! We will see you in the ring then! Let me see how powerful your puppet hand is."
After Sima Haokong passed by, everyone immediately gathered around him: "Mu Chen, how did you get to know him?"
"I went to special training before, that is, to the special training of the Fire God Sect. Taoist friend Haokong was very enthusiastic, so I got to know him." Muchen explained.
"Ah? That's it."
Everyone said this, but they all knew in their hearts that if Muchen was not strong enough, no matter how good his character was, he would not be worthy of his peers.
After the short interlude, everyone returned to their rooms to concentrate on training and prepare for the battle ahead.
The arrangements for the battle the day after tomorrow were quickly announced.
Muchen was number 120, and he was fighting against number 364. He couldn't remember who this person was, he only knew that the number should belong to the Deadwood Sect.
Everyone else was fine. They were all fighting against disciples from second- or third-class forces, and they were all in a good mood.
It's a blessing not to have to face a strong opponent in the first round.
After learning about Muchen's opponent, everyone in the Tianlan Sect fell silent.
Muchen was too miserable to deal with the first-class disciples right from the start.
The more powerful the sect, the higher the level of the disciples. For example, if the disciples of the Tianlan Sect have a Xuan-level method to practice with, it would be good. The low-status disciples only have the Huang-level method, or even lower.
And the outer disciples of the first-class forces can have access to the earth-level magic formula.
Not to mention the elite disciples of the inner sect.
This is only the difference in magic techniques. Their magic weapons and resources are far more than those of lower forces.
"Mu Chen, come on!"
Xia Qingcheng said to Muchen, with encouragement in her eyes.
Others also encouraged Muchen: "Yes, you are so powerful, you will be fine!"
Muchen was very grateful and nodded to reassure them without saying anything else.
The sect competition will be held directly the day after tomorrow. There will be ten arenas for competition at the same time. If it is not enough, ten more arenas will be added to end the first round of battle within one day.
The arena is built in the largest floating hall in Baizhanmen, which can accommodate tens of thousands of people.
Of course, including the seniors from the sect who accompanied us this time, there were only a few thousand people in total, so the space was more than enough.
Each arena is as big as half a football field and is protected by a spiritual shield.
Each arena is supervised by a deacon of the Baizhan Sect at the golden elixir stage. If a disciple admits defeat, he will immediately come to the rescue.
After all, these disciples are the elite treasures of the sect, and it would be a great loss if they died.
But even so, the mortality rate in every sect competition is still very high. Immortal cultivators do not hold back in their fights, so death is too easy.
Muchen was waiting in the audience with his sequence token in hand. His match number was relatively high, and he would be the next one.
At this moment, the fight was raging on the stage. They were two immortal cultivating disciples from the second-class forces. They were both at the ninth level of the Concentrating Soul Realm, and their combat prowess was also comparable.