The martial arts conference is a grand event held once every ten years for the entire Yunze sect. Every time it is held, elite disciples from all peaks come out to compete and show off their magical powers.
The place of Dabi is a valley called Jiuchen. The valley is extremely open. There are nine solemn and majestic huge stone platforms standing in the forest. They are tens of feet apart from each other, forming the Nine Palaces. In the formation, there are specks of black blood on each stone platform, which were left from the original competition, giving people a murderous feeling.
At this time, in the Jiuchen Valley, the disciples of Yunze's various peaks gathered together. At a glance, it was already a huge sea of ??people. The disciples were rubbing shoulders and whispering to each other. They pointed, predicted the outcome of the game, and exchanged their practice experiences. Foam was flying and the crowd was shouting.
"Cang!"
A clear and sweet bell sounded, echoing in the valley, which shocked people's hearts. For a moment, the noise stopped suddenly.
Immediately afterwards, dozens of rays of light emerged from the sky, hovering in the sky, paused for a moment, and then scattered into the crowd.
After the light fell to the ground, three figures appeared on the huge stone platform in the middle. The leader was a middle-aged man wearing a purple robe and a three-beam crown with a gentle face.
After seeing the Supreme Master clearly, all the disciples bowed to him and said in unison: "I have seen the Master!"
The sound was loud and powerful, echoing everywhere in the valley, and finally rushed upward, straight into the sky, scattering the clouds above.
The purple-robed headmaster stepped forward, looked around the disciples, his face remained warm, and said loudly: "Today is the martial arts meeting held by our Yunze sect every ten years. Its purpose is to discover deficiencies, so , Pindao hopes that you can cherish this opportunity."
The disciples in the audience responded suddenly.
"Now, I will announce the rules of the competition." A man in black clothes appeared in everyone's sight. This man looked indifferent and looked like he was not angry. As soon as he appeared, the audience roared again. Absolutely.
"During the martial arts competition, you are not allowed to use forbidden magic weapons, and you are not allowed to kill your opponent after he admits defeat. Anyone who disobeys this order will be disqualified."
"This martial arts battle is divided into three stages: Qi refining stage, foundation building stage, and golden elixir stage. The top fifty in each stage will be rewarded."
"Those who enter the top twenty can enter the Yunhai Pavilion to choose a technique and a bottle of Xuanzi-level elixir."
"Those who enter the top ten will receive a mid-grade magic weapon and a bottle of earth-level elixir."
"Those who enter the top three will receive a top-grade magic weapon and a bottle of Tianzi Ling-level elixir."
"The winner can enter the Yunze treasure land and choose any item, including a bottle of top-quality elixir."
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As the man explained the rules one by one, the eyes of the disciples in the audience shone with excitement, and they were all eager to try. As a super sect, the Yunze Sect has a rich heritage and resources that determine its wealth. This time The magic weapon and elixir presented in the competition is definitely something that makes people jealous in the entire spiritual world.
Finally, under the expectation of everyone, the man rolled up his sleeves and shook slightly, and a loud and clear voice resounded throughout the world, and the Yunze Martial Arts Conference officially started!
??According to different cultivation levels, thousands of participating disciples were divided into three waves. Each of them drew a jade card and chose the person to fight.
In order to be valued by the elders in the sect, in order to gain the respect of fellow disciples, in order to hone oneselfat the beginning of the competition, all the disciples on the stage pinched the seals, and powerful spiritual energy shot out, the swords flew, and the light flashed. , various moves emerge in endlessly, and the battlefield is like fireworks blooming, colorful and glowing!
The disciples watching the battle were attracted by this hearty battle, cheering and cheering loudly. Among the crowd, a tall jade tablet stood with writing on it. If you look closely, it is the name of the winner of the battle.
On a stone platform, a young man with a calm and resolute face was holding a long sword in his hand, looking with burning eyes at the beautiful girl in a pink dress in front of him.
"I won't show mercy." As soon as the young man finished speaking, he stabbed forward with the long sword in his hand, as fast as lightning.
The girl let out a sweet shout, pulled out a colorful ribbon from her waist, stood on tiptoe, and her pretty and agile body spun along with the ribbon, bringing up a gust of wind that made her face hurt, and she headed towards the sharp sword.
Qingshuang and Caiguang collided in the center of the platform, and there was only a "bang" sound, stirring up strong winds. The two magic weapons were stalemate in the air for a moment, and then quickly separated.
Both of them wanted to fight quickly and defeat their opponents in one fell swoop, so they used powerful moves as soon as they came on stage. You come and I go.??Recruit and demolish.
" However, the young man's fighting consciousness and moves were much stronger. He swung his long sword and chopped the ribbon into tatters in just a moment, and his whole body was covered in spirit.
The girl who lost her weapon was so upset that she jumped off the stone platform to admit defeat.
"Yinjiu Peak, Chen Junyong wins!"
With the young man¡¯s victory, a burst of cheers erupted in the venue, but after he jumped off the stage, he entered the crowd without saying a word and disappeared.
"Liyun, why is that young man so cold and arrogant?"
"Hey, please keep your voice down. Junior Brother Junyong is the Peak Master's new disciple. He has already completed the Foundation Establishment in less than a year. He came here to compete with the goal of being first."
"Haha, Junior Brother Kong sent by us from Wulaofeng is not weak either. If you want to win the first place, it's not up to you."
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The battle continues. Although it is strictly forbidden to kill fellow disciples in the martial arts tournament, there is no punishment for breaking arms or legs, or being unconscious for several days and nights. Therefore, scenes of swords, swords, and blood are everywhere. And as time goes by, The smell of gunpowder became stronger and the fighting became more intense.
As everyone cheered and shouted, there were also discussions among the elder peak masters.
"The average strength of the disciples participating in the battle has improved a lot this time." An elder looked at the field with a smile on his face.
"The advantages after absorbing the refined purple energy are gradually manifesting. Both physical fitness and the use of spiritual energy have begun to improve." A peak master murmured in a low voice.
The elders and peak masters deeply agree. It is conceivable that as the overall strength of the disciples improves, the strength and voice of the Yunze Sect will also be greatly improved.
"However, only 40% of the purple energy was intercepted that day, and I, Yunze, only accounted for 25% of it."
"Isn't it 20%? Why is there an excess of half a percent?" an elder asked curiously.
"Do you know the vision of the Demon Suppressing Land that night?"
"This is not nonsense."
"The half-completed purple energy fell into it and was absorbed by a monk."
"A person?" Many people looked surprised.
"Well, he is still a monk who has just entered the golden elixir stage."
"Are you confused? Even if we absorb so much purple energy, we will be burst alive. Is it possible for a little guy at the golden elixir stage?"
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The battle is still going on. Every martial arts conference is a big collision of wills and moves. Disciples from all the major peaks gather together to let them show off their abilities. The loser will leave sadly, while the winner will enjoy the glory.
The names corresponding to the nine battle platforms are Qian, Kan, Gen, Zhen, Zhong, Xun, Li, Kun, and Dui. The later the name is, the stronger the murderous intention is, and the higher the cultivation level of the person fighting on it.
At the last battle platform engraved with Dui, the murderous intent was so intense that if you got even slightly closer, it would feel like a steel knife scraping your skin. It made you shiver all over, and a deep chill uncontrollably rose from your heart.
On this stone platform where countless powerful Jindan monks have died, two men are confronting each other. One of the men is strong and domineering. In his right hand, he is holding a simple hammer. His opponent was a delicate and elegant man with purple hair hanging from his temples, making him look even more elegant. A round jade ring was constantly fluttering between his fingers.
Under the battle platform, a large number of monks gathered. They were waving flags and shouting for their side. The atmosphere was very lively. Both monks were the best among the younger generation. This must be a battle between dragons and tigers.
At the edge of the crowd, a young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, wearing a red belt around his waist, was unable to resist the killing intent emanating from the battle platform due to his limited strength. He had to cheer him up from a distance, but this did not affect him. His heightened emotions.
"Little guy, can I ask you something?" A sweet and sweet voice came from behind. The young man turned around, and a tall and tall figure with a handsome figure of Fengshen came into view.
"Whatwhat's the matter?" the young man asked stutteringly. This tall man gave him an indescribable sense of majesty, as if he was facing a teacher.
"Can you tell me the names of the two people above?" The man shook his light blue shirt slightly. With his appearance, many women's eyes quietly shifted from the stage.
"The one carrying the hammer is Senior Brother Ling Yuanling, the most powerful of our younger generation in Qifeng. As for the other one, I don't know." A look of astonishment appeared on the young man's face.
After listening to the young man¡¯s words, the man¡¯s face showedWith a knowing smile, he asked casually: "Who do you think will win?"
"Senior Brother Ling will definitely win the final victory! Definitely!" The young man clenched his fists and his face was full of confidence.
"Are you so sure he will win?"
"Well! Senior Brother Ling forged a magic weapon on his own at the age of twenty-one. No one among the senior brothers can surpass him. Moreover, Senior Brother Ling also taught me the skills of the Hundred Forging Techniques, so I believe he will definitely win!"
After hearing these words, the veins on the man¡¯s forehead throbbed. Is this a reason to win?
Before he could say anything more, the silence on the stage was broken.
"Are you going down on your own, or am I going to knock you down with a hammer?" Ling Yuan's voice was calm, as if he was talking about a trivial matter. The words he spoke shocked everyone in the audience. Two choices had the same result. These words were too overbearing.
The elegant man chuckled lightly and said: "I can't beat you in blacksmithing, but in fighting, that's hard to say."
"Since you don't want to go down with dignity, then I have no choice but to blow you down." Ling Yuan laughed evilly, and a strong and surging breath rushed out of his body!