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Chapter 117 Battle for quotas (1)

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    Xi Qian sat in the seat of Lingxu Sect, with a clear view below.

    Sure enough, you can see far when you stand high.

    The exciting drumbeats sounded intensively, and the time has come.

    The Lord of Wanfa City - Wan Yizhi, as the notary this time, announced that the battle for quotas has officially begun.

    The first person to compete in this battle is the disciples in the foundation building stage.

    There are ten people from one force.

    There are a hundred people in total, four major sects, five major families and an alliance of casual cultivators.

    The rules are simple and crude, draw lots one-on-one.

    If you are unlucky enough to draw someone from your own sect, then you are just unlucky.

    Xi Qian stood up calmly and jumped onto the ring with the other nine people from Lingxu Sect.

    After a hundred people arrived, Wan Yizhi formed the formula with both hands and waved it, and Xi Qian found that there was an extra wooden sign in his hand.

    Number fifty-nine!  She came in the second half.

    "Please ask the disciples who draw the first twenty numbers to go to their respective arenas, and the rest will take a short rest." Wan Yizhi said calmly.

    There are ten arenas in total, and ten groups can compete at one time. Each arena has a referee at the golden elixir stage.

    Xi Qian had to admire the generosity of Wanfa City.

    Then she returned to her seat to watch the battle.

    Two of the ten members of the Lingxu Sect were in the top twenty, but luckily they were not drawn together.

    "Junior sister, what number was drawn?" As soon as Xi Qian sat down, Han Yeyu came over to ask.

    Xi Qian smiled slightly, "Fifty-nine, it will take a while."

    "It's okay, but I don't know who my opponent is?"

    Shengqin scanned it with his spiritual consciousness and said, "The opponent is from the Xia family and is in the late stage of foundation building."

    "That's not a big problem, but you still have to be careful." Han Yeyu felt slightly relieved after hearing this.

    "Well, I understand!" Xi Qian nodded obediently.

    Shengqin looked at the wooden plaques of other Lingxu Sect disciples again.

    Fortunately, they were not drawn together.

    It¡¯s just that the opponent is stronger, so I¡¯m afraid I¡¯m going to suffer a lot this time.

    While talking, there was already a fierce fight in the ring.

    Xi Qian stared closely at the arena where Min Yi'ao, a disciple of Lingxu Sect, was in the late stage of foundation building, while his opponent was at the peak of foundation building.

    It¡¯s a bit confusing!

    Another disciple also encountered a stronger opponent than him.

    Lingxu Sect¡¯s luck is really bad.

    ¡°Bang!¡± Min Yiao was knocked over on the ring in three rounds.

    He reacted very quickly and quickly rolled to the side. Sure enough, there was a deep scratch left where he had just been lying.

    Min Yiao took a deep breath. It seemed that he had to reveal his trump card.

    Then he took out a spiritual sword from the ring.

    Xi Qian raised his eyebrows, it turned out to be a sword cultivator, this was wonderful.

    Huh?  The Great Perfection of Sword Qi?

    Min Yi'ao's sword move showed a hint of sword intention in the perfect sword energy.

    Xi Qian¡¯s eyes showed appreciation. It seems that he is about to break through. He has a good talent!

    There should be no suspense in this competition.

    Sure enough, Min Yiao ended the battle with a "Rainfall Wuji".

    "The other disciple lost the competition.

    But it¡¯s okay. Everyone comforted him. If you are unlucky and meet someone with a higher level than yourself, there is nothing you can do about it.

    "You kid, you're hiding very deep!" After Min Yi'ao came down, a golden elixir-level monk from the Lingxu Sect punched him in the shoulder.

    "Haha! Uncle Master is joking!" Min Yi'ao said without arrogance or impatience.

    A calm look on his face.

    But Xi Qian saw a bit of pride in his eyes.

    It is really deeply hidden, and the appreciation in my heart is gone.

    But it had nothing to do with him, so Xi Qian withdrew his gaze.

    He also missed the provocation from Min Yiao.

    He was just dissatisfied that Ming Xiqian relied on Venerable Ye Qing and True Lord Shengqin to compete on behalf of Lingxu Sect without even participating in the selection.

    They have all passed the competition, why should she?

    Xi Qian didn't pay attention to his eyes. At this time, her mind was on the ring.

    Shengqin discovered it.

    He glanced at Min Yiao cryptically, ha!  With such a narrow mind, it's no wonder that he still hasn't understood the meaning of the sword.

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