Eternal Tranquility

"There are still more than eighty people left here." Wang Xingyu said: "Instead of fighting in a mess, which is not only rough but meaningless, why not organize a one-on-one battle ourselves. We happen to be in an illusion, even if Killing or wounding will not cause real harm.”

He paused and glanced at Xuan Bo: "On weekdays, because we are brothers from the same sect, it is difficult to make a killing blow during a competition, so we have to take it easy. Now in this illusion, there is no such restriction. We can let go and have a good fight to find out who is strong and who is weak..."

Before he finished speaking, the eyes of several other people lit up. Yu Zhi patted his thick thighs and laughed wildly: "This is really great. I have long wanted to have a hearty fight with some of the masters in the sect." One fight, I didn’t expect to finally find the opportunity! Hahaha!”

Xuan Bo touched his chin and looked at Wang Xingyu with a smile: "Yes, there is revenge and there is hatred and there is resentment. It's very, very good!"

Even Lu Enming, who had been silent until now, was quite moved, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.

Seeing that everyone was immersed in imagination, Liu Qinghuan coughed softly: "But I don't know how to sort them?"

"Draw lots?" Xuan Bo said, shaking his head: "No, no, no, it's very likely that you won't be able to draw the person you want to fight with."

Liu Qing said with a smile: "Senior Brother Xuan is too impatient. There are still more than 80 people here. Even if we fight in pairs, there will still be about 20 people after two rounds. As long as you are a master, you are afraid that you will not be able to enter the final stage. ? When the number of people is small, wouldn’t it be great if we can still get a good ranking if we agree to fight? ”

So everyone decided to draw lots to determine the opponent. In the third or fourth round, if there are opponents who want to fight, they can make a fight with each other; if not, they will continue to draw lots.

After discussion, the four groups of people returned to their own queues.

Liu Qinghuan and Xuanbo returned to their team's protective formation. Seeing that most people had finished adjusting their breath, they shared with everyone what they had just discussed.

When many people heard this, they clapped their hands and were ready to fight.

The protective formation was also withdrawn and no longer divided into teams. The disciples of the Wenshi sect, who had been jealous and guarded against each other before, gathered together affectionately again.

Everyone relaxed. The next competition all depends on personal ability. If you can't win, it's because you are not strong enough, so there is no need to complain.

Wang Xingyu took out a lottery tube and everyone went to draw lots one by one. There are now eighty-four people in total, and they are a perfect match.

Liu Qinghuan drew the number sixty-six, and Bai Fengming came over to see it, and said with a grimace: "Junior Brother Liu, this number is quite auspicious, but I drew the number forty-four... It's over! I must have used up all my good luck this time. …”

Liu Qinghuan silently patted his shoulder to express comfort.

The platform is big enough, so five games can be arranged at the same time. Because he had no scruples, the battle on the field was very fierce, and various methods were used, which attracted cheers from others.

In the martial arts arena outside the fantasy world, Lord Mengxu shook his head in amusement: These little guys are quite capable of tossing, and they actually organized a competition by themselves.

Under the stage, the eighty-four disciples closed their eyes tightly, and their whole bodies were enveloped in a layer of rich green energy. They sat cross-legged, as if they were in a dream.

However, as the fighting inside progressed, people kept opening their eyes suddenly. After being in a daze for a while, they were taken outside by the foundation-building monks who had been standing by.

Soon, there were only nine disciples left in the field. Except for one disciple who was at the eighth level of Qi training, the others were all at the ninth level.

True Lord Mengxu was a little surprised. This disciple from Zhulin Mountain had persisted for a long time, and he didn’t even appear now. Just as he was about to enter the illusion, he saw the disciple opening his eyes.

Liu Qinghuan followed a foundation-building monk to the viewing platform of the martial arts arena. He looked back and saw eight people sitting there.

This competition is much more difficult than the previous wheel battle.

Although the wheel battle is difficult, because the opponent's strength varies, you can still get through it with luck. As for the final one-on-one in the illusion, after the previous series of chaotic battles, all the survivors were the best among the disciples, and the battle became even more intense.

In the first two rounds of the competition, although Liu Qinghuan spent a lot of effort, he successfully defeated his opponent. In the third round, he was lucky enough to get a bye and entered the final eleven. But in this round, he encountered Lu Enming as his opponent.

When Liu Qinghuan watched the battle between Lu Enming and Sikong Xinming, he was already very aware of how powerful this man was, but it wasn't until he faced off that he realized how intense the pressure was! He tried his best, but was still defeated by the opponent's overwhelming sword power. Coupled with the gap in cultivation, this defeat was almost doomed.

On the other hand, he still underestimated how terrifying the sword cultivator was.

They use themselves as swords, and the sword is themselves. Even the sword in their hands will gradually affect their character. For example, Lu Enming was as cold as the sword in his hand.

From his previous observation of the three Zhulinshan disciples who had cultivated sword intent, he could clearly feel that their sword intent was very obviously different from Lu Enming's sword intent.

He seemed to understand a little bit why Uncle Ji said that the disciples of Zhulin Mountain were not sword cultivators, but Tao cultivators. Sword cultivators will be affected by the sword in their hands, but in "The Swordsmanship of Bamboo Heart Planting" it is the Tao in the heart that forges the sword in their hands.

"Junior Brother Liu, come out!"

Suddenly a shout interrupted Liu Qinghuan's contemplation. He raised his head and saw Bai Fengming striding towards him.

Unfortunately for Bai Fengming, he drew the nine-foot-large Han Jade Blade in the second round of competition...

"Hahaha, you are so awesome!" Bai Fengming patted his shoulder and laughed: "You actually rushed to the top ten. If you go back and tell Lin Guang, he will be shocked!"

Liu Qinghuan smiled sheepishly: "Hehe, I'm just lucky."

Bai Fengming shook his head and sighed: "Speaking of good or bad luck, you made it all based on your own strength, while I relied on luck all the way..."

"Senior Brother Bai, why would you say such a thing?" Liu Qinghuan interrupted him and said seriously: "If it were me, I wouldn't be able to fight against Yu Zhi. It's not a matter of luck at all. Besides, luck is also a part of strength. How many people I can’t even ask for it.”

He was about to say more when he suddenly heard the voice of Lord Mengxu: "Disciples within a hundred, come back to the field."

He looked down and realized that everyone in the room had come out of the illusion.

He and Bai Fengming flew back to the martial arts arena and looked at True Lord Mengxu who was standing up, waiting for him to speak.

Seeing that everyone was here, Zhenjun Mengxu nodded with satisfaction and said: "Very good. Being among the top 100 in this competition has proven your ability. Look at your tokens, you have this name on them. The ranking of the competition.”

Everyone lowered their heads and took out their tokens. In addition to his own name, Liu Qinghuan's token had an extra "nine" on it.