Eternal Tranquility

When the disciples from Zhulin Mountain flew to the square in front of Taiyi Hall, most of the qi-training monks from the entire sect had gathered here, and the most excited among them were the disciples with low cultivation levels.

Because most of them knew that they couldn't compete with the monks at the upper level of Qi training, they didn't think much about it and just watched the fun.

However, those who were preparing to participate in the competition were all preoccupied. They probably knew that the following trial would be the end of Duanyuan, and some people had already given up.

Liu Qinghuan was secretly amused. They had not even passed the competition yet, and these people were too worried, as if they could really enter the top 100.

At this time, a loud voice sounded from the sky in the square in front of the temple: "All disciples in the Qi training period listen to the order!"

Liu Qinghuan went to look for fame and saw a solemn-faced Foundation Establishment monk standing in front of the gate of Taiyi Hall: "In this competition, disciples above the seventh level of Qi training can participate. In the first round, there will be a wheel battle in order, and every disciple who takes the stage will , as long as we can win ten games in a row, we will enter the next round.”

In the wheel battle, there are still ten more wins! Many people were stunned instantly.

What a surprise! In the past, big competitions were all one-on-one, with the winner advancing to the next round, but this time he had to win ten games in a row! This test is not just about combat effectiveness.

The foundation-building monk continued: "In the wheel battle, if the disciple on the stage wins, the next challenger can come on; if no one challenges after winning, he will automatically win after a quarter of an hour; if no one challenges within half an hour, Even if you win ten games in a row, you can enter the second round.”

The buzzing sound of discussion filled the entire square in front of Taiyi Hall. Many people were whispering to each other and felt that this competition was very harsh.

The foundation-building monk added: "Alternatively, you can become the last winner of the battle platform you draw, and you can also enter the second round."

Those with higher numbers laughed out loud with joy.

The solemn-looking Foundation Establishment monk suddenly raised his voice ten times, suppressing all the discussion: "Now, the disciples who want to participate in the competition, come here to receive the sign. At noon, the competition officially begins!"

At this time, ten tables had been set up under the steps in front of Taiyi Hall.

Many people hesitated for a while. First they knew that the place of trial was Duanyuan's place of death, and now they were about to win ten games in a row. Many people who were not confident in the first place hesitated and gathered in the same place to discuss.

But some people are very decisive.

"I'm afraid of a hammer! It's not like I'm going to the battlefield. I can hit ten of them! Not to mention ten, I'm not afraid of a hundred!" A strong man with an eighth level of Qi training carried a thick mace-shaped magic weapon. While shouting, he strutted to line up.

Liu Qinghuan was already lined up behind a long queue. The monk who issued the number plates was very quick, and the team moved forward very quickly. After a while, there were only two or three people left in front of him.

"No. 2 on the third platform?" The man in front yelled strangely, "There are so many people in front of me, how come I got No. 2?"

The monk who handed out the numbers didn't bother to pay attention to him: "Next one."

He was reminded: "This is a random draw."

When it was Liu Qinghuan's turn, the monk who issued the number plate said: "Identity Jade Slip."

Liu Qinghuan handed him his jade slip of identity, and he took out a blank token. There was a dent on the token, which fit the jade slip of his identity into it, and then a line of words appeared on the token: Disciple Liu Qinghuan of Zhulin Mountain , No. 59, Battle Platform No. 6.

Number fifty-nine, this number is neither forward nor backward.

Liu Qinghuan took the token and found a place with fewer people outside the square in front of the palace, sat down cross-legged and waited.

Even if he wants to win ten games in a row, he is not sure. This not only tests the monk's fighting skills, but also the ability to continue fighting. The unknown opponent caused more variables, which he could not calculate at all.

After a while, Bai Fengming and Lin Guang came over. Lin Guang looked depressed and muttered: "It's over, it's over! I definitely can't win ten wheel battles." He then asked Liu Qinghuan: "Junior Brother Liu, are you sure?"

Liu Qinghuan shook his head: "We can only act according to the opportunity."

"That's all we have to do." Lin Guang sat down on the ground and was stunned.

When it was almost noon, huge battle platforms were set up all over the Immortal Mountain, with dozens of them in total.

The three stood up. Lin Guang was on the 32nd platform, a bit far away, while Bai Fengming was next to Liu Qinghuan, on the 5th platform.

"Junior Brother Liu, what's your number?" Bai Fengming asked.

"Number fifty-nine."

"Hey, I'm number 43, I should show up earlier than you."

Liu Qinghuan bid farewell to him temporarily and came to the No. 6 battle platform. The place was already crowded with the Qi training disciples who had been selected for this battle platform, as well as the young disciples with only one or two levels of cultivation waiting to watch the battle.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!" The noon bell rang throughout the Immortal Peak. A middle-aged foundation-building monk flew onto the No. 6 platform, looked down and said: "Before we go on stage, I will tell you the rules."

After seeing that everyone was looking at him intently, the middle-aged foundation-building monk continued: "1. Those who fall off the platform lose, those who have no follow-up fighting ability lose, those who surrender voluntarily lose, and those who do not get on the platform for half a quarter of an hour after reading the number lose. The one who loses; 2. If the opponent refuses to stop fighting after admitting defeat, he will be disqualified from the competition; 3. He is not allowed to intentionally kill his fellow disciples. Once found out, the people from the Law Enforcement Hall will be there."

Everyone turned around and saw that they were not the only ones on the fighting platform. Not far from each fighting platform, there was a foundation-building monk standing with sharp eyes looking at the fighting platform. The black sect costumes on their bodies all had a Haechi beast embroidered on them.

"Okay!" The middle-aged foundation-building monk on the stage clapped his hands: "Now, monks No. 1 and 2 of this battle platform can come on stage." After saying that, he shot a line of spiritual power from his hand, and a wave of people appeared around the battle platform. layer of transparent mask. After doing this, he retreated outside the battle arena.

Disciples below, you look at me and I look at you, wondering who is so lucky to have drawn numbers 1 and 2.

A male cultivator at the seventh level of Qi training had a grimace on his face and flew onto the platform in full view of everyone, with uneasiness written all over his face. But after seeing his opponent, he breathed a sigh of relief.

His opponent was also at the seventh level of Qi training. After the two greeted each other, they each assumed a posture as if they were about to fight.

Half a quarter of an hour later, roars of applause could be heard from other battle platforms, but only the people in front of No. 6 battle platform looked drowsy.

The two monks on the stage were wearing spiritual shields and were far away. One shouted "Fireball Technique" and fired a fireball. The other shouted "Water Arrow Technique" and fired a water arrow. They fought in a gentle and friendly manner.

They played very vigorously, but everyone in the audience booed.

"What are you doing! You are just driving stakes!" someone shouted dissatisfied. Liu Qinghuan was also eye-opening. He had never seen this kind of fighting method. Have these two people never really fought with anyone?

The two people on the stage were still punching and kicking in a leisurely manner, which made everyone in the audience jump. A huge bubble fruit flew out from the crowd and slapped on the light shield of the fighting platform, with abundant juice flowing down.

The middle-aged foundation-building monk cast a warning glance at the disciple who threw the bubble fruit, but said nothing. He was also helpless. What was happening to these qi training disciples now? If they were like this, they would only be killed if they went out.

Fortunately, the two people on the stage were not highly cultivated and only had so much spiritual power. In the end, they both ran out. The number one male cultivator won with just a little more spiritual power than the other.

Before he could be happy, No. 3 came on stage and slapped him off the stage with a slap: "What a bastard! Even if your cultivation level is low, you still don't know how to fight; if you don't say you don't know how to fight, you still come out and embarrass yourself!"

This is a male cultivator at the ninth level of qi training. He is tall and has the back of an ape and the waist of a wasp. After knocking cultivator No. 1 off the stage, he cupped his fists and said, "I'm Wang Zhen of Siyuan Tower. I don't know who my opponent is."

"It's me!" A cold voice came from the surrounding disciples. A man carrying two swords flew onto the battlefield and landed opposite Wang Zhen: "I am No. 4, Mo Xie Feng Sikong Xinming."

"Ah! He is Sikong Xinming!" Someone exclaimed. Several Mo Xie Feng disciples who were watching the battle showed admiration. Some strangers hurriedly asked for advice from those around them.

"Sikong Xinming is at the ninth level of Qi training. It is said that he practices double swords and is very powerful."

"What's so great about two swords!" someone said disdainfully.

"At first glance, you are not a swordsman. Controlling two swords is not that simple. It requires..."

The audience was talking lively, but Wang Zhen smiled bitterly on the stage. He didn't expect to meet a formidable opponent as soon as he came on stage. Originally, he wanted to conserve his strength at the beginning, but now he could only go all out.

"Senior Brother Sikong, please give me some advice!" Wang Zhen said, cupping his fists.