0221 The First Round of the Showdown
After getting rid of Yan Feng's incident, Qin Wushuang had no worries in his heart and his thoughts were clear. The goal in my heart was directed at the core disciple ranking competition.
Dharma King Lihuo has cultivated a total of seven of these top-grade innate primordial spirit pills. Among them, King Lihuo took one away, and another one was filial to the master, and then he gave a purple-robed master, who shaped a congenital protector of the country, and now he gave Yan Feng one, which is equivalent to losing four.
There are three more, and Qin Wushuang has already ordered two of them, which are going to be left to his father and brother-in-law Da Ximing.
In other words, there is only one innate primordial spirit pill left for him to control. The rest are those ordinary innate primordial spirit pills.
That night, Qin Wushuang was alone in the secret room, tempering the spiritual power in the sea of consciousness again, and methodically used the spiritual power to run small circles in the body.
Although he couldn't overcome any flaws and discomforts in his physical body, he still didn't dare to neglect. If he had time, he would not forget to use his spiritual power to test it out.
The absorption in the spiritual power formation made Qin Wushuang feel that the spiritual power in his body was filled a lot more. Although he didn't know how far he was from the mid-spirit realm, one thing was for sure. If he continued to work hard in this direction, the mid-spirit realm would definitely not be too late.
He had a premonition that by virtue of the heaven-defying technique of "Northern Darkness Dafa", his cultivation at the level of Xiantian Lingwu was equivalent to having a heaven-defying cheating tool. The cultivation speed must be much faster than others.
In other words, as long as his physical body is strong enough, as long as he has a sufficient source of spiritual power, he can even inhale infinitely.
Of course, he wouldn't do that. Qin Wushuang knew very well that one bite would not make him a fat man. In the journey of cultivation, only by continuously accumulating steps can one travel a thousand miles. Only by accumulating small streams can we become rivers and seas.
After cultivating in the middle of the night, Qin Wushuang felt that all the spiritual power in the Qi Sea had completely formed a whole and merged into a whole. He knew that the more subtle the fusion, the purer the spiritual power. The greater the power it wields.
After the practice, Qin Wushuang had no distracting thoughts, and completely entered the state of meditation. He rested in the middle of the night, and the dawn would break before he knew it. It's a new day, and it's over again.
This day can almost be said to be the most exciting day for Star Luo Palace in a year. Because, the annual grand finale, the ranking of the top ten core disciples, is about to kick off.
Although this is just a competition among the ninety-six core disciples, it affects the hearts of all the Star Luo Palace disciples. They themselves cannot participate, but they yearn for the core disciples very much. During the process of watching the battle, they imagine that one day they will stand on the entire stage, punching heroes from all directions, and kicking heroes from all sides. What kind of glory is that?
Some even couldn't help substituting in, associating themselves with a certain person among the core disciples, cheering and cheering for him frantically.
All in all, this core disciple ranking competition almost mobilized everyone in Star Luo Palace, including those old guys, and their mood couldn't help but fluctuate a little. The ninety-six core disciples, including the five newest ones, were all impressively listed.
On the stage, the five main hall masters were in the front row, the eight dharma kings and the sixteen elders were in the second and third rows, and the envoys in front of the hall and some other high-level officials also found their own positions.
The main hall master, Zhuo Buqun, inspected the prison with a smile, and said in a loud voice: "Standing here are the most outstanding and promising ninety-six core disciples of our Xingluo Palace. Today's event, you are the protagonists. I hope that you will each show your housekeeping skills and present a wonderful ranking match for all the members of the Xingluo Palace. Do you have confidence?" "Yes!"
Zhuo Buqun nodded in satisfaction: "Very well, as usual, the top thirty-two core disciples have nothing to do with you in the first round, so they can be onlookers. The remaining sixty-four core disciples have already compiled their lottery numbers corresponding to your rankings. Do you see this big fight on the stage? Here is the lottery for the sixty-four of you. Our five hall masters will take turns to draw lots. Each of us draws two lottery tickets each time, and the two lottery spots we take out are our opponents in the first round! Got it?" The hall master smiled and clapped his hands, calling the other four hall masters to stand up, and the five hall masters stood collectively in front of the big fight. "Please supervise the four hall masters, now I will mess up all the lottery."
Zhuo Buqun kept swaying his arms, washing all the lots in a mess, then turned to ask the four hall masters: "Everyone, have you seen everything clearly?" The four hall masters nodded one after another: "No problem." Well, the fifth hall master please grab two lottery tickets first. "Hall Master Zhun Buqun smiled and said.
Tian Zhixing was also polite, and walked up with a smile, pulled out two lottery sticks in one hand, unwrapped them, and announced, "Thirty-eight vs. seventy-five."
The two core disciples who were called out stuck their heads out, looking for their opponents everywhere, wanting to see if they were acquainted, and they were satisfied that they were not opponents of their own lineage. It was the fourth hall master Leng Qiuchi's turn to step forward and also drew two lots: "Forty-five vs. forty-eight!" The rankings of these two lots are very close, and it seems that they are evenly matched. The master of the third hall, Zhong Wuyin, stepped forward and grabbed two of them. He untied them and looked at them, his face changed slightly. He really wanted to draw a lot in his own hand. What kind of bad luck, the two people he caught in the first round were obviously two disciples of the same lineage under his sect. "Thirty-five vs. fifty-one." Zhong Wuyin announced helplessly, cursing bad luck in his heart, and muttering to himself, "Did you wash your hands when you went out today? Do you feel like this when you get lucky?"
After Zhong Wuyin finished drawing, it was naturally Qin Wushuang's master, Tan Zhongchi, who drew yo. This one was relatively mediocre, and he had neither his disciples nor anything special about it. Just as he was about to walk away, the Hall Master suddenly smiled and said, "Second brother, mess up the lottery again. Avoid the possibility of me cheating earlier." Tan Zhongchi nodded, Wen messed up the lottery, and then Zhuo Buqun stepped forward to draw. In this way, the masters of the five great halls will go up in turn, and after each round, there will be ten places, and five groups will face off.
Qin Wushuang was drawn in the third round, and the one who drew him was Leng Qiuchi, the master of the fourth palace, and said loudly: "Sixty-eight, vs. ninety-two."
When No. 68 suddenly heard the result, he was overjoyed and said happily: "Hey, my opponent ranks very low. In the first round, it seems that this time the hope is greatly increased." He looked around and kept asking: "By the way, do you know who No. 92 is?"
There were only sixty-four people participating in the lottery, and it was very easy for each other to find someone. Soon someone caught a glimpse of the changes in Qin Wushuang's body. Thinking of No. 68's self-satisfaction, he couldn't help teasing: "Congratulations, your opponent is the top three in the senior disciple assessment and advanced." Uh? Yeah? Which one is it? "
"Oh, if I remember correctly, his name should be Qin Wushuang!"
No. 68 was immediately dumbfounded, and lost his voice and said, "Qin Wushuang?" He sighed, originally full of joy, thinking that he had encountered a soft persimmon this time, but when he heard that it was Qin Wushuang, he immediately deflated, like a balloon that had been punctured by a needle.
He murmured: "Why do I have to bear my fate like that? Do I have to be put in the lottery for two consecutive years? God, how unfair you are. Year after year, our character has deteriorated to this point? Qin Wushuang... my god..." Who is Qin Wushuang? The senior disciple assessment champion, with six perfect scores, the outside world is optimistic that he will enter the top sixteen, and even have the strength to hit the top ten.
It can even be said that their strength is basically at the seed player level. It's just that due to the rules, senior disciples must participate in the first round of assessment when they are promoted.
Compared with his opponent lamenting, Qin Wushuang's mentality was extremely calm. There were no top thirty-two participants in the first round, so for him, Qin Wushuang, it was not difficult at all.
After the thirty-two core disciples, I am afraid that even Li Wuji is not as good as them. Qin Wushuang was able to kill Li Wuji earlier, but now after such a long time of baptism and training, it is even more unreasonable for him to miss. In the first round of lottery, in addition to the disciples from the same sect meeting in the lineage of the three hall masters, there was also a case of confrontation between the same sect in the lineage of the main hall master. The results of the lottery came out, thirty-two pairs, sixty-four people, all found their opponents. The next stop is the performance of Xingluodian-Wutai.
The Martial Arts Stage of Xingluo Hall is located in the north of Xingluo Hall, with a wide location. On a huge high platform, the area is very wide. On it, 64 small martial arts stages were built according to the eighty, eighty and sixty hexagrams, surrounded by a huge Tai Chi Eight Diagrams in the middle, and the terrain is very open.
Even the small martial arts arena is at least thirty feet long and wide, which is perfect for martial arts competitions.
Qin Wushuang looked at this majestic martial arts arena, and felt a sense of shock in his heart. I have to admit that any scenery in Xingluo Palace has a kind of atmospheric and shocking beauty. This huge martial arts arena and the 60-yuan small martial arts stage, there is no limit to each other. "I'm afraid, only by flying in the sky can we have a more complete view of the huge martial arts arena?" Qin Wushuang thought in his heart.
It has to be said that Qin Wushuang is closely related to the lineage of the Fifth Palace Master, and No. 68 is actually a disciple of the Fifth Palace Master Tian Zhixing's lineage. Led by the arbitrator, the two came to their duel arena. Qin Wushuang stood on the stage with his hands on his waist, his whole body was like a sculpture, with a surprisingly stern expression, his eyes swept over No. 68. "Make a move!" Qin Wu flicked the long whip in both hands, and there were many shadows of the whip in the void, as if countless silver dragons were dancing, shaking out various ripples in a psychedelic way.
The sixty-eight felt dazzled for a while, raised the spear in his hand, gritted his teeth, yelled, and stabbed at Qin Wushuang's double-faced door. It is better to strike first, and to suffer later. With this kind of thinking in mind, once Liuba makes a move, it is a poisonous move. However, in Qin Wushuang's eyes, this kind of marksmanship was nothing more than a trivial skill. The whip sticks out, like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, and directly wraps around the spear head. When the two forces collided in the void, the innate aura collided, and the void was immediately shaken with a "chi chi" sound.
The atmosphere, during this collision, was pushed to a climax.