Chapter 7 Fighting
The old man, dressed in a blue robe, was the dean of Zhenling Bieyuan, a real person in the forging stage, Xuanyong.
This Daoist Xuanyong was amiable and approachable, and he was very respected by the disciples and professors of other courtyards. I saw him standing on the ring, with two middle-aged monks dressed as Taoists standing beside him.
Daoist Xuanyong smiled and said, "The disciples have been practicing hard, and you must have made great contributions to leading the team!"
The immortals quickly thanked them.
Daoist Xuanyong pointed to the two people beside him and said, "You two want to come and know each other, but the disciples below are afraid that they don't know each other, so I need to introduce them."
After that, he pointed to the tall and thin cultivator on his left, and said, "This is Master Xuansu." Then he pointed to the red-faced cultivator on the right, and said, "This is Master Xuance."
All the disciples were taken aback, they were actually two real people!
These disciples are usually the only real people at the forging stage in other courtyards. Dean Xuan Yong is also rare to see. Most of the disciples have only met once in the five-year competition. This time, there are actually three real people here, why not make the disciples excited? If he excels in the competition and is favored by any real person, he can immediately become an inner disciple, and the hemolysis period is in sight.
Lu Ping looked at the three real people on the stage. Although he admired it very much, he kept a trace of clarity in his heart. The three real people came to a competition of blood-refining monks. It seems that this competition is really extraordinary!
What Lu Ping can't understand is, what can make the real people in the forging stage pay attention to the competition of these little blood-cultivating cultivators?
After the more than 200 disciples drew lots, they were caught and fought against each other. The competition was held in eight small arenas. The top 128 would be determined in the first round, and the top 64 would be determined on the first day after two rounds a day. name.
Small shields were raised on the eight small arenas. Lu Ping knew that this was the use of a formation, which could prevent attacks below the hemolysis period from accidentally hurting people outside the arena.
In each arena, an immortal in the hemolysis period presides over the fights.
Master Xuanyong didn't hesitate, and directly announced the start of the competition. The disciples went to the jar with red and blue bamboo sticks under the central arena to draw lots.
Lu Ping didn't expect his luck to be able to draw a bye lottery, but he also didn't draw seniors like the eighth and ninth layers of blood refining. After all, more than half of the more than 200 people were at the seventh layer of blood refining.
Lu Ping's opponent in the first round was a disciple of the 12th team who was in the middle stage of blood refining. This disciple looked younger than Lu Ping, about fifteen years old. There is a hint of arrogance in the childishness.
Li Sheng does have the capital to be proud of. He is only fifteen years old this year, and he has already reached the middle stage of the seventh level of blood refining. In terms of cultivation, he is not only talented, but also works as hard as other disciples. Not only the family, but even the Immortal Chief of Team Fang praised that he had almost no problem entering the hemolysis period.
There are five geniuses among the second-level disciples. They are Lin Sheng from the first team, Zhao Lang from the fifth team, Shi Lingling from the seventh team, Leng Qian from the fourteenth team, and Qian Fei from the eighteenth team. The five people are called "Five Shows", and they are all characters on the eighth and ninth levels of blood refining, because these five people all entered the seventh level of the late blood refining stage before they were fourteen years old.
Li Sheng has always considered himself to be the "sixth show" of only these five people. This time, after hearing about the generous rewards of the sect, the family has prepared a good low-level magic weapon for him. There are quite a lot of talismans, which can be said to be rich, and he is even more ambitious. He feels that even if he encounters an eighth-level blood-refining senior, he can defeat him, and even an ordinary ninth-level blood-refining disciple is not impossible to fight.
So when this ordinary 16- or 17-year-old blood-refining seventh-level disciple stood in front of Lu Ping, Li Sheng naturally thought that this was a stepping stone for him to advance to the next round.
Lu Ping looked at the half-year-old child, smiled for no reason, pulled out his upper-level magician, put on a "Blood-Bone Refining Sword" and said to Li Sheng, "Junior, please!"
Li Sheng saw that Lu Ping actually used this set of basic swordsmanship. It was obvious that he was also an ordinary disciple with no family background. His face was even more contemptuous.
To show off, he took out a top-level French soldier and put on a set of kung fu starting moves handed down by his family. He thought to himself that his father said that this set of "Twenty-Four Swords of the Strong Wind" was quite powerful during the blood refining period. To be impressive, ordinary disciples like him with no background are afraid that they have never even heard of this set of swordsmanship.
Lu Ping had never seen this set of swordsmanship, but looked at this little cultivator like a child showing off his toys, and thought it was very funny. But he still sensed the danger contained in it through this unfamiliar sword style.
The top-level magic soldier in Li Shengjian's hand flashed, and a white light flashed like a practice. Lu Ping suddenly felt that a mana was hidden in the white light emitted by the magic soldier, and it came to the face quickly, and the moves were not old. , the face has been cut raw and painful.
Lu Ping responded calmly, turned around to avoid the white light, and the magic soldier in his hand was also a sword energy that returned to Li Sheng's wrist.
Li Sheng didn't care at all, relying on the sharpness of the magic soldiers, he pushed Lu Ping's magic soldiers to the side, pinched a hand trick with his left hand, and at the same time said something in his mouth, a flame rose up, just after Lu Ping's magic soldiers were separated, When he was free, he caught him off guard.
Unexpectedly, the two magic soldiers met, and Li Sheng suddenly felt a strong magic force spread to his own magic soldiers. It took two steps to dissolve.
The flame art in his hand was rushed by this mana, deflected in the direction, and was easily dodged by Lu Ping.
The look of contempt on Li Sheng's face suddenly subsided a lot. This man's mana is so powerful that it is not under him. It seems that some of them have beaten him. But thinking of the net worth in his storage bag, Li Sheng suddenly felt a lot more confident.
Lu Ping looked at a bean-sized gap that had been cut off on the top of the sword of the top-grade magic soldier in his hand, and couldn't help but smile bitterly. suffered such a heavy blow.
The magic soldiers in Li Sheng's hands slammed and attacked again. A set of "Twenty-Four Swords of the Wind" was faster than one sword, and one sword was as fast as one sword. Dao talisman was mixed in, and he slapped Lu Ping with his head and face covered.
Lu Ping was really in a hurry for a while. The opponent's swordsmanship was like a gust of wind passing through the border. It's easy to gain a breath of relief with a solid foundation, and before he can counterattack the last move and half, the other side is another talisman to make up for it.
Lu Ping looked at the blood-refining talismans of the low-grade and even the middle-grade one after another.
"Fortunately, this Li Sheng is still a little sensible, and he didn't regard the high-grade talisman as a water float." Just as Lu Ping sighed, an ice blade talisman burst open in front of him, and the huge fluctuation of spiritual power shocked Lu Ping. , I can't wait to slap myself, this is clearly a top-grade talisman.
The cold air made Lu Ping's cold hair stand upright before the three crystal clear ice blades hit him.