The next day, under the leadership of leader Li Yuyun, a group of five people from the Xuanyang Sect arrived at the competition venue on time.
Looking around, there were crowds of people. There were thousands of people on the venue, making it very lively.
Several people continued to approach the arena, only to find that there were many casual cultivators in the crowd who were constantly selling items, some were selling information manuals for various cultivators, some were making bets and asking people to place bets, and even worse, they were wearing Wearing tattered clothes and carrying burdens, they were actually selling all kinds of food, drinks and playthings.
Of course, there were more people who simply came to watch the excitement and those who supported the familiar monks, but these made Bai Qingzhou and Ruan Xiu stare blankly. They didn't expect that the arena competition that takes place once every ten years would be so lively.
"That's Li Yuyun, right..."
"It seems that the long sword on the waist is the Fierce Sun Sword!"
"He is indeed a talented person in charge of our Wuji Alliance! He is truly a talented person!"
When the onlookers saw Li Yuyun coming, they all discussed and praised Li Yuyun a lot.
Bai Qingzhou was secretly happy when he heard this. He had a long face following his own boss.
Without squinting, Li Yuyun led everyone slowly to the seats reserved for the sects participating in the competition and sat down. Bai Qingzhou looked towards the ring and saw a ring twice as big as his own Xuanyang Gate standing there. On the ground, there are constant fluctuations of spiritual energy shining around it, which is obviously a priceless magic weapon.
"Master, look at this!" Ruan Xiuqi waved a booklet without a cover in his hand and presented it to Li Yuyun like a treasure.
Li Yuyun took it with a smile, flipped it over a few times, and said with a hearty smile: "Haha, I didn't expect our little Zhiyan to be ranked fourth this year, so maybe we really have a chance to get a store this year."
Hearing that everyone was curious and looked at the pamphlet in his hand, Li Yuyun didn't show off and gave the pamphlet to everyone to look at with a chuckle.
When it was Bai Qingzhou's turn to take it, he realized that the booklet contained a long list of names, followed by brief information such as cultivation and sect. This booklet actually belonged to the monks participating in the arena competition this time. 's strength list.
After taking a look at the author's name, I realized that it was actually a casual cultivator who organized the arrangement in order to make it easier for everyone to place bets. I don't know how he got the information about so many cultivators.
The book records that Zhang Zhiyan is ranked fourth in the late stage of Qi refining, while Bai Qingzhou and Ruan Xiuqi are ranked among a group of people who did not make the list, with only a simple name and cultivation level indicated.
"Why aren't Brother Bai and I ranked?" Ruan Xiuqi shouted angrily, obviously he was very concerned about these rankings.
Zhang Zhiyan took it and glanced at it casually, and said calmly: "I see that most of these ranked people have participated in the competition in the previous year, and some are monks who have already made a name for themselves outside. Maybe this is how they can get on the list. "
"That's right, Brother Bai and I have never taken action, so these people naturally don't know our strength." After hearing this explanation, Ruan Xiuqi immediately relaxed a lot and began to look forward to it.
Bai Qingzhou roughly counted the names on the book and learned that there were 113 people participating in the competition, mainly divided into two types: sect disciples and casual cultivators.
There are a total of thirty sect members in the Wuji Alliance participating in the competition. One sect has sent three people in the early, middle and late stages, for a total of ninety people who are disciples of the sect.
The remaining personnel are casual cultivators who usually hang out in the city under the jurisdiction of the Wuji Alliance, a total of twenty-three people.
Yes, casual cultivator
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You can also participate in the city competition, but the requirements are extremely strict. The most important one is that you have not committed a crime within the jurisdiction of the Wuji League for ten years. Only those with extremely innocent backgrounds can sign up.
After all, the Wuji Alliance claims to be a well-known and upright sect, so it will definitely recruit people who commit heinous crimes.
Those who participate in the competition with outstanding results can be recognized and protected by the Wuji League. This alone can make many helpless casual cultivators grit their teeth and participate. What's more, there are actual rewards. If they win a shop in the market, then
I really have no worries about food and clothing, and I am prosperous.
Not long after everyone stood still, they saw an elderly foundation-building monk from the Wuji Sect flying over and standing in mid-air. He looked at the many monks below, with a smile on his face and said loudly:
"Fellow Taoists, after many years, today finally ushered in the once-in-ten Fangshi Arena Competition. I don’t need to say much about this competition. I believe you are all aware of it. I hope that all of you Taoists can show their strongest strength.
Friendly exchanges and discussions will promote the prestige of our Wuji Alliance. Of course, those with outstanding performance will also receive many rewards, including..."
The foundation-building monk stood in the air and kept reporting the rankings and specific rewards. Bai Qingzhou was also listening carefully. When he heard the last part, his face collapsed.
It turns out that this time the Wuji Alliance offered three stores in Shuiyingfang as rewards, and the top three who reached the late stage of Qi Refining can get them.
Bai Qingzhou is currently in the middle stage of Qi refining and has not reached the late stage of Qi refining. In this way, his wish to win a shop for the sect has no chance at all.
Bai Qingzhou couldn't help but look ugly.
After talking about the ranking rewards, the old foundation-building monk said some more words on the scene, and then he openly and openly drew lots at high altitude and arranged the match. Finally, he handed over the assigned list to another middle-aged foundation-building monk.
Then left with satisfaction.
Bai Qingzhou could see clearly that the middle-aged foundation-building monk was the monk who stopped him from fighting in the market yesterday, and he must also be a monk from the Wuji Sect.
After receiving the list, he stood on the stage and began to sing loudly. The monk whose name was called would jump onto the stage and start the competition.
"Master, are the rules of competition in the arena the same as those in the sect?" Bai Qingzhou asked softly while looking at the two monks confronting each other on the field.
Li Yuyun chuckled and said: "It's natural. The rules in the sect are modeled after the Fang City Arena. It was originally intended to familiarize you with the rules first, so that you don't understand the rules when you come here. You will follow the rules in the sect later.
Just use it like that."
Hearing what Li Yuyun said, Bai Qingzhou was slightly relieved, and then focused on the competition on the field.
In the first battle, one side was a disciple of the Changhong Sect whom Bai Qingzhou had sent an invitation to before, and the other side was a young casual cultivator from Fang City. Neither of them were famous, and they didn't even know each other well.
Since the early stage of Qi refining was just a competition of spiritual energy, the two of them did not say anything and just fought against each other.
The audience was packed with people, and they were all cheering loudly. Because there were more casual cultivators, most of the people below were cheering for the young casual cultivator, and some people who had already placed bets were holding their hands tightly.
Holding the certificate, he watched the competition on the field with red eyes, wondering how much money he had lost.
After dozens of rounds, because there was not much difference in strength, both of them had bruises on their noses, swollen eyes, and serious injuries.
Although the disciples of the Changhong Sect were slightly higher in cultivation, they were still not as rich in combat experience as the casual cultivator. In the end, the casual cultivator found an opportunity and knocked him off the stage with one blow.
The victory or defeat was one point, and the audience suddenly became excited. Some monks shouted
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He said the name of the young casual cultivator as if he had won, while some of the monks who had lost their bets were cursing loudly.
Time passed slowly, and after several rounds of competition, there were winners and losers between the casual cultivators and the sect disciples, and the atmosphere slowly reached a climax.
"Cough!" The middle-aged foundation-building monk on the field coughed, and then sang loudly: "Xuanyang Gate, Ruan Xiuqi! Battle, Tuo Yuezhai, Feng Xue!"
When Li Yuyun heard the name of his disciple, he immediately gave Ruan Xiuqi an encouraging look and warned: "Remember, be careful!"
"Yes!" Ruan Xiuqi responded sternly, then jumped slightly and walked up to the ring gracefully.
Ruan Xiuqi's opponent is a young woman who seems to have reached the third level of Qi Refining not long ago. Facing Ruan Xiuqi, who is quite calm and confident, the girl is trying hard to suppress the nervousness in her heart and want to appear calmer. However, her calves are trembling slightly
But he betrayed his master's heart without mercy.
After the two of them saluted each other, the middle-aged monk slowly began to explain some rules of the competition.
He would take the trouble to explain the rules in every game. At first, Bai Qingzhou didn't understand why he was so verbose.
Then I slowly realized that he was waiting for others to place bets...
This also indirectly shows that the gambling house is involved in the Wuji Sect behind the market competition.
"How? These two are newcomers!"
"It goes without saying that I will definitely join the Xuanyang Sect. The head of his family is Li Yuyun, a generational genius, so he should be a good disciple..."
"That's right, but his odds are too low..."
Many monks below were talking about it. After discussion, they found the bettors who were wandering around in the crowd, took out the spiritual stones and gritted their teeth to buy it.
Fortunately, the middle-aged monk did not keep everyone waiting for too long. Seeing that the time was right, he immediately announced that the competition had officially begun.
At first, the girl did not take the initiative to attack, but stood in a defensive posture, as if facing a formidable enemy.
Ruan Xiuqi didn't do any ink and just bullied himself up to approach the girl. After years of competition, he had extremely rich combat experience. In addition, he was born with a love for fighting and often studied fighting techniques. Once he came into contact, the girl immediately became confused.
The fists and kicks attacked the girl like raindrops, and the girl could only struggle to deal with it, rarely launching a counterattack. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that there was a huge difference in strength between the two. The outcome of this round was already decided, and it was only a matter of time.
"Fellow Taoist, be careful!" Ruan Xiuqi was the first to shout loudly, flying up and hitting the girl's face with his fist.
In an instant, the girl felt her breath was suffocated, and the opponent's punch force surged like a surge of rage, which was unstoppable.
The girl was so shocked that she couldn't avoid it and could only watch blankly as the fist continued to approach.
The fierce wind of the fist blew the girl's hair violently, flying back, but the expected figure flew out and did not appear. In the end, the fist stopped slightly in front of the girl's nose.
The fist did not touch the girl.
The pale girl looked at the fist in front of her and understood that Ruan Xiuqi was showing mercy, so she took a step back and surrendered.
"Xuanyangmen Ruan Xiu all wins!" The middle-aged Zhu Ji immediately announced the result.
Ruan Xiuqi's behavior was also cheered by many monks in the audience. Hearing the crowd shouting his name, he smiled and held his hands in all directions on the ring, looking like a martial arts hero.