After settling Yan Feng's matter, Qin Wushuang had no worries in his mind and his thoughts were clear. The goal in his heart was directed towards the core disciple ranking competition.
This top-quality innate primary spiritual elixir, Dharma King Lihuo has cultivated a total of seven. Among them, Dharma King Lihuo took one away, and another one as a filial piety to the master, and then gave one to the purple-robed master, creating an innate martial saint who protects the country.
, now giving Yan Feng one is equivalent to giving away four.
There are three more, two of which Qin Wushuang has already decided to leave to his father and brother-in-law Da Ximing.
In other words, there is only one top-quality Xiantian Primary Spirit Pill left at his disposal. The rest are the ordinary Xiantian Primary Spirit Pills.
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That night, Qin Wushuang was alone in the secret room, once again tempering the spiritual power in the sea of consciousness, and methodically used the spiritual power to move through the body one by one.
Although he couldn't find any flaws or discomfort in his physical body, he still didn't dare to neglect it. When he had time, he didn't forget to test it with his spiritual power.
The absorption in the spiritual power formation made Qin Wushuang feel that the spiritual power in his body was filled a lot more. Although he didn't know how far he was from the realm of the spirit, one thing was certain.
If you continue to work hard in this direction, the spiritual realm will definitely not be too late.
He had a hunch that with the "Beiming Dafa", a heaven-defying skill, his cultivation at the level of Xiantian Lingwu was equivalent to a heaven-defying cheating device. His cultivation speed would definitely be much faster than others.
In other words, as long as his physical body is strong enough and he has a sufficient source of spiritual power, he can even inhale it infinitely.
Of course, he would not do that. Qin Wushuang knew very well that one bite could not make him a big fat man. During the journey of cultivation, only by accumulating small steps can one reach a thousand miles. Only by accumulating small streams can one become a giant.
After practicing for half a night, Qin Wushuang felt that all the spiritual power in the Qi Sea had completely formed a whole and merged into a whole.
He knew that the more subtle the fusion, the purer the spiritual power would be and the greater the power it would exert.
After completing the practice, Qin Wushuang had no distracting thoughts in his mind and completely entered a meditative state. He rested for half the night and before he knew it, dawn was about to break.
A new day has come again.
This day can almost be said to be the most exciting day in Xingluo Palace in the past year. Because the annual finale - the ranking of core disciples - is about to begin.
Although this is only a competition among the ninety-six core disciples, it affects the hearts of all Xingluo Palace disciples. They themselves cannot participate, but they yearn for these core disciples extremely. While watching the battle, they daydream about how one day they can
Standing on the entire stage, punching and kicking heroes from all over the world, how glorious is that?
Some even couldn't help but take on the role, associating themselves with someone among the core disciples, cheering and cheering for them crazily.
All in all, this core disciple ranking competition has aroused the appetite of almost everyone in Xingluo Palace, including those old guys, who can't help but feel a little agitated.
Ninety-six core disciples, including the five newest ones, are all listed.
On the stage, the five palace masters were in the front row, the eight Dharma Kings and the sixteen elders were in the second and third rows. The envoys in front of the palace and other middle and high-level officials also found their own positions.
The master of the main hall, Zhuo Buqun, looked around with a smile and said loudly: "Standing here are the ninety-six most outstanding and promising core disciples of our Xingluo Palace. You are the protagonists of today's grand gathering. I hope you will
Each of you will use your special skills to provide a wonderful ranking match for all the students in Xingluo Palace. Do you have confidence?"
"have!"
Zhuo Buqun nodded with satisfaction: "Very good, as per the old rules, the top thirty-two core disciples will have nothing to do with you in the first round and can be bystanders. The remaining sixty-four core disciples will have numbers corresponding to your rankings.
The lottery positions have all been compiled. Did you see this big fight on the stage? Here are the lottery positions for the sixty-four of you. We, the five hall masters, will take turns to go up and draw lots. Each person will take out two lottery tickets at a time.
The two picks you took out are your opponents in the first round! Do you understand?"
"Understood."
The main hall master smiled and clapped his hands, and asked the other four hall masters to stand up. The five main hall masters collectively stood in front of the big fight.
"Please supervise the four hall masters. Now I will mess up all the lots."
Zhuo Buqun kept waving his arms, shuffling all the lottery spots into a mess, then turned to ask the four palace masters: "Everyone, have you seen it clearly?"
The four palace masters all nodded: "No problem."
"Okay, please let the fifth hall master pick out two first." The main hall master said with a smile.
Tian Zhixing was not polite, he walked up with a smile, grabbed two lots in one hand, opened them, looked at them, and announced: "Thirty-eight versus seventy-five."
The two core disciples who were called out stretched their heads and looked around for their opponents, trying to see if they were acquaintances and making sure they were not opponents of their own lineage. Only then were they satisfied.
It was the turn of Leng Qiuchi, the leader of the fourth hall, to step forward and draw two lots: "Forty-five versus forty-eight!"
The rankings of these two lottery picks are very close, and they look quite evenly matched.
The master of the third hall, Zhong Wuyin, stepped forward and grabbed two of them. When he untied them, his expression changed slightly. He really wished he could draw one on his hand. What kind of bad luck was this? He caught it.
The two people in the first round were both his disciples from the same lineage.
"Thirty-five versus fifty-one." Zhong Wuyin announced helplessly, cursing the bad luck in his heart and muttering to himself, "Didn't you wash your hands when you went out today? Are you going to carry your luck like this when you show your luck?"
After Zhong Wuyin finished the draw, it was naturally Qin Wushuang's master Tan Zhongchi who drew the draw. His draw was relatively average, with neither his disciples nor anything special.
Just as he was about to walk away, the master of the hall suddenly smiled and said: "Second brother, please mess up the lottery again to prevent me from cheating before."
Tan Zhongchi nodded and messed up the lottery positions again, and then Zhuo Buqun stepped forward to draw.
In this way, the five hall masters take turns to go up. After each round, there will be ten places and five groups will compete.
Qin Wushuang's number ninety-two was drawn in the third round, and the one who drew him was Leng Qiuchi, the master of the fourth hall, who loudly said: "Sixty-eight, versus ninety-two."
When No. 68 suddenly heard the result, he was ecstatic and said happily: "Hey, my opponent's ranking is very low. It's the first round. It seems that this time, my hope has been greatly increased."
At that moment, I looked around and kept asking: "By the way, do you know who No. 92 is?"
There were only sixty-four people participating in the draw, so it was easy to find someone from each other. Soon someone caught a glimpse of the changes in Qin Wushuang. Thinking of the smugness of No. 68, they couldn't help teasing: "Congratulations, your opponent."
They are the top three senior disciples who were promoted."
"Uh? Really? Which one is it?"
"Oh, if I remember correctly, his name should be Qin Wushuang!"
No. 68 was immediately stunned and lost his voice: "Qin Wushuang?" He sighed. He was originally full of joy, thinking that he had encountered a soft persimmon this time. When he heard that it was Qin Wushuang, his breath suddenly deflated, as if he had been stabbed by a needle.
It deflated like a burst balloon.
He murmured: "Why do I have to bear my fate like that? Am I going to fall into the lottery for two consecutive years? God, you are so unfair. You bear it year after year. Our character is worse.
Has it reached this point? Qin Wushuang... Oh my god."
Who is Qin Wushuang? The senior disciple assessment champion, with perfect scores in six categories, the outside world is optimistic that he will enter the top sixteen, and even have the ability to compete with the top ten extraordinary figures.
It can even be said that their strength is at the level of seed players. However, due to the rules, senior disciples must participate in the first round of assessments when they are promoted.
Compared with the lamentations of his opponents, Qin Wushuang's mentality was extremely calm. There were no top thirty-two players participating in the first round, so for him, Qin Wushuang, the difficulty did not exist at all.
These core disciples after thirty-two are probably not as good as Li Wuji. Qin Wushuang was able to kill Li Wuji earlier, but now after such a long period of baptism and training, there is no reason to fail.
In the first round of drawing lots, in addition to the encounter between disciples from the same lineage of the three hall masters, there was also a situation where fellow disciples from the main hall master's lineage faced off.
The results of the lottery came out, thirty-two pairs, sixty-four people, all found each other's opponents.
Next stop, Xingluo Palace Martial Arts Stage.
The martial arts stage of Xingluo Hall is located in the north of Xingluo Hall. It is a spacious platform. It is a huge high platform with a very wide area. Sixty-four small martial arts stages were built on it according to the hexagrams of the eight and sixty hexagrams, clustered in the middle.
A huge Tai Chi Bagua with a very open terrain.
Even the small martial arts stage is at least thirty feet long and wide, so it is perfect for martial arts competitions.
Qin Wushuang looked at this majestic martial arts arena and felt a sense of shock in his heart. He had to admit that every scenery in the Xingluo Palace had a majestic and shocking beauty.
This huge martial arts arena and sixty small martial arts stages are almost indistinguishable from each other.
"I'm afraid, only by flying in the sky can we have a more complete view of this huge martial arts arena, right?" Qin Wushuang thought in his heart.
It has to be said that Qin Wushuang is closely related to the lineage of the Fifth Hall Master, and that No. 68 is actually a disciple of the Fifth Hall Master Tian Zhixing.
Under the leadership of the arbiter, the two came to their duel stage.
Qin Wushuang stood on the stage, with his hands on his waist. His whole body was like a sculpture, his expression was surprisingly cold, and his eyes swept over No. 68.
"Let's take action!"
Qin Wu swung the long whip in his hands, and the whip shadows were thick in the sky, as if countless silver dragons were dancing, shaking out various ripples in a psychedelic manner.
The sixty-eight men felt dazed for a while, straightened the spear in their hands, gritted their teeth, shouted loudly, and pierced Qin Wushuang's front door.
If you strike first, you will be stronger, and if you strike later, you will suffer disaster. With this idea, Sixty-Eight's first strike is a poisonous move.
However, in Qin Wushuang's eyes, this kind of marksmanship was just a piece of cake. The head of the whip stretched out, like a poisonous snake spitting a message, and wrapped it directly towards the head of the spear.
The two forces collided in the void, and the innate aura collided, causing the void to make a "chichi" sound.
The atmosphere reached a climax during this collision.