Can a Scholar Be Called a Villain

Murong Lin continued to sit cross-legged on the bed and comprehend the power of supernatural powers, but the outside world was already noisy at this moment.

Although everyone is looking forward to tomorrow's qualifying match, they are even more panicked by the appearance of "Tianmo Lao Dao".

In an instant, many people in Tianwu City left in flying boats.

The players with the top 10,000 points had no choice but to pass the inspection of the ten major sects before being notified where tomorrow's qualifying match would be held.

Because a full 50,000 to 60,000 masters were killed in the secret realm before, the level of the top 10,000 people this time was very different, and there were even several people from the Tongtian realm who were ranked among the top 10,000.

Many of the top 10,000 people voluntarily gave up participating in the qualifying competition and instead waited to be selected by the top ten sects.

After all, only those who participate in the ranking competition can choose the sect to join, otherwise they can only see which sect chooses them.

This is also the reason why everyone wants to be among the top ten thousand, because according to the rules set by the ten major sects, they will definitely be selected.

The people after ten thousand can only depend on their luck. Maybe one of the elders and deacons takes a fancy to your talent and may find you to join the sect.

If you go through the back door, it will be there no matter where you are.

Murong Lin took the time to practice the "Smoke Cage, Cold Water, Moon Cage, Sand" and "The Great Abandoned Son Grasping Hand". After running them several times, he mastered them with the help of "Wu Sheng Dafa".

By this time, it was getting dark and the next day had arrived.

Murong Lin picked up his things and walked downstairs. He saw the owner of the hotel and said, "Just pack up everything upstairs. I'm leaving."

The hotel owner stood obediently behind the counter, handed Murong Lin a big red envelope, and said with a smile: "This is the rule of Tianwu City, please accept it."

Murong Lin looked at the hotel owner in surprise, took the red envelope from his hand, felt the spiritual thing inside, and smiled slightly.

He put away the red envelope, threw a piece of spiritual crystal to the hotel owner, and said, "This is the rule of my hometown."

After saying that, he didn't care about the boss's dull and surprised eyes, and left directly outside the door.

The qualifying match was held at the top of Tianwu City, where there was a large platform with defensive formations and suspension formations engraved on it, which was one percent the size of the entire Tianwu City.

These platforms are floating on top of several buildings. They do not block the sunlight, but instead provide a lot of income for Tianwu City. load

After all, other people can also use this during non-competition periods, but they need to pay a fee.

Now there are millions of people gathered around, and they are all here to watch the battle, ranging from young children to white-haired old men, and there are also many people of strange races gathered around.

They all watched this grand competition held once every five years, which was a carnival for the younger generation of disciples.

Murong Lin stepped forward and quickly came to his seat under the command of several elders and deacons, and sat down.

Each player has his own room, but this year because of Murong Lin, there were only 6,633 people participating in the qualifying match.

Most of these people are still in the state of knowledge.

Murong Lin looked at the players around him, then slowly leaned on his chair to rest.

The venue was very large, with a thousand stages that could be used for martial arts competitions. Everyone gathered around and looked at the disciples who had already started competing on the stage.

"Come on! As long as you persist, third child! You can become the top three thousand!"

"Kill him! He killed three people from our alliance in the secret realm!"

"Stop fighting, stop fighting! Surrender quickly, you are no match for her!"

The people around him cheered, cursed, and begged, but it did not affect the excitement and excitement of the battle at all.

The elders and deacons of the ten major sects also stood aside, carefully looking at the seeds worthy of attention on the scene, and preventing accidents.

As for the referees, they are some old and famous seniors. They sit in the center, feel the atmosphere of the field, and announce the winner.

Murong Lin looked around and found that the people competing now were those with lower rankings fighting against those with higher strength.

In this way, everyone will not have to regret each other.

The weak will be defeated quickly, without spending much time or energy at all. For example, Nan Nannan just flashed in front of her opponent and blasted him off the stage in a circle.

Of course, there are also many strong men who kill directly, and there are also cases where they kill the opponent with one sword.

This is also the reason why those with weaker abilities are unwilling to participate in the qualifying competition. There is no luck at all, it all depends on strength.

Murong Lin discovered that except for Bai Xiaomo, who was the protagonist, the other people present were not the children of destiny or the blessing of heaven.

There is only one main character hook here.

"¨〃Next, Nie Wusheng appears!"

Murong Lin was stunned for a while when he heard the name, then he patted his thigh and suddenly realized, "I am Nie Wusheng!"

He didn't bother to change his appearance by disguising himself, so he simply walked onto the stage with his own face in his face.

Opposite him was a monk at the third level of the Knowledge Realm. He was holding the sword in his hand and looking at Murong Lin in front of him tremblingly.

At this moment, Murong Lin's strength at the first level of the magical power level was undoubtedly explosive, and he looked very difficult to deal with.