My Immortal Cultivation Game Life

The Yanwutai area is crowded with people at the moment, and a large number of outer disciples have come here.

Some came here to participate in the big competition, and some came to watch the big competition.

Those who watched the Grand Competition could not enter the Yanwu Square, but could only watch it in the peripheral area. There were also a large number of people standing on the nearby mountain to watch. Everyone was a Qi training monk, and their eyesight was still good, so they could see clearly.

In addition to the disciples of the outer sect, there are also deacons and elders of the outer sect. Most of them are holding their swords in the air, with their hands behind their backs, and they are full of immortal aura.

Compared with Qi training monks who cannot fly with a sword, their compulsion is much higher.

At this time, two sword lights streaked across the sky, came to the outside of the martial arts platform, and landed on the ground.

It was Lu Gaoyang and Wang Siqi, Lu Gaoyang still had someone in his hand, it was Lu Yi.

Feeling the eyes of the outer disciples nearby, Lu Yi blushed a little. He was considered a respectable person in the outer sect anyway, but he didn't expect to be carried away by someone?

My image of being wise and mighty is gone...

Lu Yi felt ruthless, he must quickly break through to the Foundation Establishment Realm, and learn to fly with the sword as soon as possible!

Lu Gaoyang put Lu Yi on the ground, and patted Lu Yi on the shoulder: "Stinky boy, do your best in everything, don't force yourself too much."

Wang Siqi smiled slightly: "Yi'er, come on, mother believes that you are the best."

Lu Yi smiled at the two of them: "I see."

Lu Gaoyang and Wang Siqi nodded slightly, then turned into streamers and flew into the air, where their colleagues were.

And Lu Yi walked towards Yanwu Square.

Along the way, when the outer disciples saw Lu Yi, they all smiled and greeted him.

"Brother Lu Yi."

"Brother Lu Yi, you're here!"

"Brother Lu Yi..."

Lu Yi smiled and nodded in response, and soon came to the inside of Yanwu Square, where all the people who participated in the competition.

Compared with the entire outer sect disciples, the number of people participating in the big competition is much less, but there are tens of thousands of people.

The entire square was still crowded with people. These outer disciples either closed their eyes and meditated alone, or communicated in twos and threes. After seeing Lu Yi, most of the disciples nodded and smiled to say hello.

"Junior Brother Lu Yi! This way!"

At this time, Lu Yi heard a familiar voice. He turned his head and found Lu Ling, Wang Wulian and Wang Xinqi standing beside him. Lu Ling waved to him with a smile on his face.

Lu Yi smiled and walked over: "Three senior brothers."

"Junior brother Lu, you are finally here. The audition is about to start. I thought you would not be able to catch up." Wang Wulian said with a smile.

Lu Ling smiled: "Junior Brother Lu is the son of Deacon Lu Gaoyang, and Deacon Lu will definitely bring him here. What are you worried about?"

"Aren't you worried about losing an opponent?" Wang Wulian grinned.

Lu Ling rolled his eyes, and said quietly: "The last time we competed, neither of us won."

"It's different this time! My swordsmanship has already reached the level of transformation!" Wang Wulian grinned, full of confidence: "This time, my goal is to be in the top 30!"

Lu Yi heard this and said with a smile, "Congratulations, Senior Brother Wang."

"It's all thanks to you, Junior Brother Lu, and I have to thank you." Wang Wulian expressed gratitude.

When the four of them were communicating, not long after, a figure crossed the sky and landed on the central ring. It was an old man with gray hair, a serious expression, and a white robe.

He is Dugu Fang, the Great Elder of the Outer Sect of the White Cloud Sect. It is said that his cultivation has reached the peak of the Golden Core, and he may break through the elixir and become a baby at any time. He is considered the strongest in the entire Outer Sect, and even in the entire White Cloud Sect.

With the appearance of Dugu Fang, the original noisy voice gradually quieted down, and everyone looked at Dugu Fang on the central ring, which was the majesty of the Great Elder.

Dugu Fang glanced at the crowd below, and said, "It's time for the annual outer sect contest again, I hope this time, someone can make this old man shine and make a difference in the Baiyun sect... Now, the audition starts, this time The audition this time is no different from the previous ones, and it only takes an incense stick of time to resist the pressure of the old man."

While speaking, an ordinary incense stick appeared in Lonely Fang's hand, he did not move, and lit the incense directly.

Dugu Fang then threw the incense, and the wooden stick of the incense was like gold and iron, directly inserted into the stone slab in the central ring, burning slowly.

"let's start."

Saying that, an extremely powerful coercion was released from Dugu Fang's body, spread in all directions, and finally slowly enveloped the entire Yanwu Square.

Immediately, the disciples who participated in the big competition felt a tightness in their chests. Many disciples turned pale on the spot, and some disciples even coughed up a mouthful of blood, fell to the ground and passed out.

Most of the people who come to participate in the assessment are monks who are at the fifth level of Qi training or above, but there are always young and frivolous disciples in the outer sect who feel that they are special existences. Even if they are at the third or fourth level of Qi training, some people will come to participate in the competition. I thought maybe I could become famous in one fell swoop.

There are many such disciples in each big competition.

Obviously, they are not special, under the pressure of Jindan, they can't even hold a breath.

Compared with these people, although the monks at the fifth level of qi training generally feel that their chests are dull, they can still resist it if they use their spiritual energy to resist.

The higher the cultivation base, the better the performance of the outer disciples. Facing such coercion, Lu Yi felt as if a breeze was blowing on his face, and he hardly reacted at all.

He glanced at the people next to him. Wang Wulian and Lu Ling looked very relaxed and didn't seem to respond. Wang Xinqi was a bit worse in comparison, his face was a little pale, but compared to those monks who practiced Qi at the fifth and sixth levels, Wang Xinqi is already quite good.

At this moment, Lu Yi thought of something, and said to himself: "I want to pass the audition."

Although he has already taken over the task of the big competition, what if he can do another task of audition?

However, Lu Yi waited for a while, but there was no change on the panel. Obviously, he could not accept the task.

Lu Yi felt a little regretful, but he wasn't surprised. The loophole was too big. According to his research on the task panel, the possibility of success was not high.

Lu Yi stopped thinking about it.

As time went by, many monks at the fifth level of Qi training began to shake and found it difficult to stand still. Some monks at the fifth level of Qi training fell to the ground directly and could not pass the audition.

And Wang Wulian and Lu Ling also started to circulate their spiritual qi. They glanced at Lu Yi and were convinced. They were obviously only training Qi at the seventh level, but they didn't even need to activate their spiritual energy, and they easily resisted the coercion of the Great Elder.

Soon, the time for a stick of incense was over, Lonely Fang dissipated the coercion, and there were not even half of the disciples standing in the Yanwu Square.

Most of the disciples at the fifth level of Qi training couldn't even pass the audition, and most of those who could pass the audition were above the fifth level of Qi training.

Dugu Fang took a look at these disciples, feeling a little disappointed, the quality of the outer sect still hasn't changed this time.

However, he wasn't too surprised, he just said: "Those who pass the audition stay, others, leave Yanwu Square."

A group of failed outer disciples were full of bitterness, helping each other to leave the square, and the disciples who had fainted were also taken away by acquaintances.

Soon, only the disciples who passed the audition were left in the entire square. Even so, there were still nearly ten thousand people, and the number could be said to be extremely exaggerated.

In the past, every big competition would be held for several days, which is not unreasonable, after all, there are too many disciples of Baiyunzong.

Thanks for the 100 reward from the poor bookman