On the No. 8 ring, there is a boy who looks a bit old.
His name is Hu Shizhong, and he has been enrolled for 11 years. Now he has reached the ninth level of Qi training. When he attacked just now, he was extremely ruthless, and the magic weapon in his hand was an invisible sword of the first-class top grade.
Although the sword energy released is not really invisible and colorless, it is also hidden and abnormal. The first two people who fought with him suffered a big loss.
So, at this time, he stood on the stage with a sword, and no one came on stage for a while.
The rules of the selection are very simple. As long as you think you are strong enough, you can just pick a ring to go on. If
there is no one, you defend the ring.
If there is a champion, you fight.
As long as you can win three games in a row, you can go off the stage to rest and get the qualification to enter the Guangshui Secret Realm.
If you lose, you can leave, but if you don't want to leave, it doesn't matter, take a break, regroup, and start over again until you get the qualification, or you are psychologically traumatized and collapse and quit.
As for cheating!
That's really overthinking. This trip to Guangshui Secret Realm is not for sightseeing, but to hunt monsters and exchange for mermaid tears.
If the cultivation is not enough, it is not hunting, but sending to death.
Those who can enter the Dao Palace are all one in ten thousand, and they are all arrogant.
Naturally, no one is willing to do such a despicable method that knows it will not benefit them.
"Sorry, make way." Xu Jun came to the No. 8 ring with a smile on his face.
The people around him first subconsciously made way, then glanced over and didn't look back.
Qi training level 2?
In a group of late Qi training cultivators, suddenly found a Qi training level 2.
It's like a group of ferocious wild wolves suddenly mixed with a Pekingese. It's okay if you don't pay attention to it, but you can't ignore it if you just glance at it casually.
Xu Jun stood on the No. 8 ring. He thought that first come first served, and he should be polite.
However, after waiting for a few minutes, no one came on the stage.
At this time, the referee in charge of the safety of the contestants on the ring said loudly: "Five minutes of challenge time, if no one comes on stage, Junior Hu will pass the selection."
There are referees on each ring, and these referees are also students.
However, they are all senior students who have successfully built their foundations and are assigned by the student union to serve as referees.
Building foundations and practicing Qi are two different worlds, so they are naturally capable of protecting the safety of the contestants.
At most, they will be injured, but at least they can save their lives. And with the means of the immortals, as long as they are still alive, they can always be saved.
Xu Jun looked at the seniors around him who were indifferent, and finally understood.
The guy on top is not easy to deal with.
But the more difficult it is to deal with, the better!
Xu Jun moved, jumped up immediately, and stood steadily on the ring.
"Oh, finally someone is on... Hey, junior, which class are you from?" The referee looked at him with a smile, and then couldn't help it anymore.
Xu Jun bowed politely, and then said, "Senior, I just enrolled this year."
Just enrolled...
The referee's face darkened slightly, but there was a good-natured laugh below the ring. Even Hu Shizhong, who was holding the invisible sword on the ring, couldn't keep a straight face.
"You little guy, you are at the second level of Qi training, why are you joining in the fun?" The referee said dissatisfiedly, "Go down quickly, don't waste our time."
Xu Jun scratched his scalp and asked in confusion, "Excuse me, senior, is there a rule that people at the second level of Qi training can't come up?"
The referee hesitated for a moment and said, "That's not the case, but..."
Xu Jun hurriedly said, "Since there is no rule, I naturally have the right to go on stage."
The referee's mouth twitched slightly. Although there is no rule in this regard, those who can participate in the selection competition must be at least in the late stage of Qi training.
This guy, how can you not even see the slightest expression?
However, at this point, he turned his head helplessly and said, "Hu Junior, please show mercy."
Hu Shizhong nodded slightly and said, "Please rest assured, senior, I won't hurt you."
If it was an evenly matched opponent, he would certainly not make such a promise. However, a Qi training level 2…
"Junior, you can make a move."
Xu Jun glanced at him and said, "Senior, my name is…"
"Okay, hurry up, winning this one doesn't count, I still have another fight." Hu Shizhong was a little impatient. Is this junior going to stop?
Xu Jun had no choice but to give up the idea of reporting his name.
If it was in the unified examination, Xu Jun would definitely swing his sword, and once the eighteen sword qi came out, he would ensure peace in the world.
However, Master Ye Wanqing asked him to defend the ring for three days.
Then, every bit of mana and spiritual power is extremely important and critical.
Xu Jun no longer dared to hide it.
However, if you can save a little, you should save a little.
Xu Jun glanced at the other party and said in his heart, I'm sorry, senior.
He shook his wrist and drew out the long sword.
This is not the Silver Moon Cold Light Sword that is nurtured in the main sword mark of the Dantian, but he just picked up one and came.
"Clang."
With the sound of the long sword coming out of the sheath, the surrounding environment seemed to be quiet all of a sudden.
Xu Jun took a step forward, this step was as fast as lightning, as graceful as a dragon, and had a sense of ghosts and gods.
Hu Shizhong only felt a flash of white light before his eyes, and then a huge and terrifying sense of danger swept over.
Without thinking, Hu Shizhong stretched out the invisible sword in his hand.
But immediately felt that his arm began to spin involuntarily.
Not good!
Hu Shizhong has also practiced swordsmanship for many years. Although his level of swordsmanship is far from being comparable to Xu Jun, he still has a little vision.
He instantly realized that he was about to lose control of the magic weapon in his hand.
Underestimating the enemy. As
soon as this thought came to his mind, he loosened his hand and the invisible sword flew out of his hand.
Not only that, the long sword in the opponent's hand had already touched his throat, and the light at the tip of the sword was emitting and spitting out, and the white light was lingering, which was the sword aura.
At this time, Hu Shizhong had a lot of magic, and the talismans and magic weapons had not been activated, but he had already been inexplicably defeated.
The corner of the foundation building referee's mouth twitched slightly, and he thought to himself, Hu Shizhong, you idiot, he has already stepped on the stage, so he must be quite capable, but you underestimated him, you deserve it!
However, he never thought that when Xu Jun just stepped on the stage, his feeling was no different from Hu Shizhong. Even those in the late stage of Qi training would not take the second level of Qi training seriously, let alone a master of foundation building.
"This battle is over, this... this junior won." The foundation building referee said awkwardly: "Junior, what's your name..."
"My name is Xu Jun."
"Xu Jun? This name seems a little familiar."
"Damn, I remember, the martial arts champion."
"It turned out to be him, haha, Senior Hu is so unlucky."
"I didn't expect that the rumor turned out to be true. This junior is indeed a master of kendo."
"Haha, in addition to kendo, he is also a genius in physical training."
"Forget about physical training, he has only trained his body for a few days, so he can't be considered combat effectiveness."
When Xu Jun signed up, countless conversations suddenly rang out below.
These Dao Palace students who have been enrolled for at least a few years actually have no feelings for this year's martial arts champion.
They are all chosen from among thousands of favored children, and their eyes are always looking up. Only in this way can they always maintain a positive heart.
However, Xu Jun, the new martial arts champion, is too famous.
There have been countless versions of him slapping the face of a third-level real person in the physical training branch and making Dean Zhongli Zhili take the initiative to retreat.
Some of these versions are getting more and more weird, but because of this, most people know that they have such an amazing junior.
That is a third-level real person!
Not to mention a junior who has just enrolled, even if a senior who is about to graduate can do this, it will cause a huge sensation.
Xu Jun put away his sword and stood up, giving the other party a smile. Hu
Shizhong's face changed several times, although he was full of unwillingness.
That method has not been used for a few times, and it has been killed in seconds. No one will be willing.
However, he was not so shameless as to stay on the stage. He nodded and said, "Junior, if you miss this opportunity, I will ask you for advice later."
After that, he stretched out his hand and the invisible sword that fell on the stage automatically jumped up and fell into his palm.
In the flash of the sword, he had already walked away on the sword.
At this moment, his mentality was a little broken. Even if he wanted to make a comeback, it would be the day after tomorrow.
Anyway, there were still two months before the opening of the Guangshui Secret Realm, and everything was in time.
The foundation-building referee looked at Xu Jun deeply. This kid turned out to be a pig to eat the tiger.
He didn't think it was his fault that he didn't let Xu Jun pass on his name.
Anyway, a junior who was in the second level of Qi training killed a senior who was in the late stage of Qi training with one sword. This matter seemed absurd no matter how you looked at it.
"Xu Xuedi, are you going to defend the ring?"
"Of course."
"Okay, you've already won one game. If you win two more, you'll be eligible to enter the Guangshui Secret Realm." The foundation-building referee turned around and shouted, "Who wants to go on stage? Hurry up."
"Me."
"Me."
"Me..."
Half of the crowd raised their hands.
The foundation-building referee pointed at someone and said, "Zheng Qinghui, you were at the front of the line just now, so it's you."
A thin man happily jumped onto the ring and said apologetically, "Junior, my name is Zheng Qinghui, and I major in the Spiritual Plant Branch. I'm sorry for taking advantage today."
Taking advantage?
Xu Jun was speechless. Since they knew my name, they actually thought that fighting with me was taking advantage. How high are the visions of these seniors?
In the distance, Guan Ziqian sneered slightly.
If Zheng Qinghui went on stage after eight or ten games, Xu Jun's magic power and spiritual strength would be insufficient, so it would be a bargain.
But now, Xu Jun has just gone on stage, and he hardly spent any effort in the last game.
You are not taking advantage of others, but rushing to die.
Alas, the first few batches of students recruited by Dao Palace all have poor eyesight.
(End of this chapter)