Volume 4 Taiqing Disciples Five Hundred and Seventy-Eight Eighth Academy Competition (1)

After the lottery was completed, Liu Ming said goodbye to Yan Ming and Xueyun, and came to the ninth arena. He found an open space with few people, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and rested. M

Not long after, on the high platform, the short and fat man who was the master of the eighth courtyard of the outer gate suddenly stopped chatting with the people next to him, took a few steps forward, and began to announce loudly:

"The time has come, and the preliminary round of the competition has officially begun. Please go to each arena according to the results of the draw, and start the competition in the order of the number cards.

As soon as the voice fell, the thousands of disciples in the audience suddenly let out a "boom". In less than ten breaths, they divided into ten groups of people and gathered around each arena.

On the arenas in each area, there was already a deacon from the outer courtyard named Jingqi, who was announcing the matchup situation and some precautions.

Liu Ming was also standing among the crowd under the ninth arena at this moment. While listening to what the deacon disciples said on the stage, he glanced around and looked at the numbers on the sect token in his hand.

There are more than 400 disciples in District 9, and he is number 362. He has played more than 100 games before, and there is only half a day left. He must not be playing today.

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"Next game, No. 15 versus No. 26!"

To his surprise, after just a cup of tea, more than ten games had already been decided. This was far from his previous assumption that it would not be his turn to play today.

As for the pairs of people who came to the stage to fight, most of them had about the same level of cultivation. Naturally, the most junior and middle-level disciples in Condensate were the ones with the most, but their real strength varied greatly, and some disciples were too weak. Often, there is no time to sacrifice the spiritual weapon, but it is controlled by the other party's secret technique in an instant. The outcome was determined.

When some disciples in the early stage of liquid condensation encountered the existence of later stages, most of them gave up without fighting.

Look around. The situation in the other arenas was mostly the same.

Of course, there are also some disciples with the same cultivation level and similar strength who need to fight fiercely for a period of time before they can decide the winner.

However, since it is not a battle of life and death, once someone is at a disadvantage or thinks that he is no match for the opponent, he will take the initiative to surrender and jump out of the restricted light curtain.

At this moment, Liu Ming suddenly felt a gaze coming from behind him, and looked back as soon as his mind moved. But it was Zang Xuan, the big man with purple eyes, who was striding towards him from the No. 8 ring next to him.

"After bidding farewell to the Blue Dome Fantasy Palace,

Brother Liu's magic power seems to have improved a lot. "Zang Xuan said with a fist in his hand after standing in front of Liu Ming.

"Brother Zang is not the same as me. He has broken through to the late stage of liquid condensation, and his strength must have greatly increased." Liu Ming said with a slight smile.

"How dare I compare with Brother Liu? That day Brother Liu killed the Yin-Yang giant demon alone and passed the test of the Blue Dome Fantasy Palace. It is well known that he is strong." Recalling the experience of the Blue Dome Fantasy Palace During the trial, Zang Xuan couldn't help but sigh and said this.

"So this person is the Liu Ming who claims to kill the Yin-Yang giant demon with one person's power?" Before Liu Ming could speak. Someone on the side was surprised.

Immediately, there were more than ten people around with "shua" eyes, looking at where Liu Ming was, and whispering in twos and threes.

at the same time. Liu Ming's expression changed and he suddenly turned his head. Near the No. 8 ring, a chubby young man in green robe looked at him with a half-smile. In his hand, he held a piece of cake that he didn't know where to eat.

This person's eyes were extremely solemn, which actually gave Liu Ming a faint sense of oppression. He thought he was not an ordinary person, but he asked himself that he had never seen this person before, and this person was not among the list of powerful characters mentioned by Yan Ming.

This made Liu Ming murmur in his heart, but he immediately came back to his senses and continued to say to Zangxuan:

"Brother Zang deserves the prize. I think it was just a fluke. But Brother Zang's purple-eyed talent is astonishing. He will definitely gain something compared to this competition."

Zang Xuan smiled bitterly when he heard this and was about to say something else. The winner of the previous duel on the No. 8 ring next to him had already been decided. Both of them left the stage. At the same time, the cold voice of Deacon Crystal came out:

"Next game, No. 31 versus No. 32."

"Brother Liu, I'll go on stage first." Zang Xuan clasped his fists upon hearing this, and with a few flashes of his body, he jumped onto the No. 8 ring.

He is No. 31 of District 8.

The one he faced was a short young man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, who only had the initial level of liquid condensation.

As a result, just a few breaths later, before the short young man understood what was going on, he was sent out of the ring by Zang Xuan with a few punches from the air.

Time passed little by little, and the battles were carried out in an orderly manner.

Within each section, cheers and boos erupted one after another.

Those powerful figures who have superior strength and have been favored by all parties before, often trigger exclamations from the onlookers in the audience as soon as they come on stage.

Among them, in the third area where Zhou Tianrui is located, there are waves of exclamations and admiration at this moment. It turns out that senior brother Zhou actually defeated another disciple in the late stage of liquid condensation with just a few moves.

Not long after, in the second area, a scarred-faced woman in black appeared on the stage, which seemed to attract a burst of exclamations. Just a moment later, the scarred-faced woman used her ghostly movements to easily kill another young man. Knocked to the ground.

Liu Ming didn't pay attention to this. He still observed the battle on the ring with a calm expression and waited quietly.

In this competition, he had already made up his mind to win a place among the top ten in the academy. Of course, if possible, it would be better to win first place.

In this way, not only can he obtain a large amount of resources, but if he is favored by the leader of a certain mountain peak in the sect, he can also directly become an inner disciple, eliminating the trouble of entering the inner sect through other means.

Just when dusk came, it was finally Liu Ming's turn.

"Next game, No. 361, versus No. 362."

After Liu Ming made this sound on the No. 9 ring, he jumped up without saying a word and landed lightly on the side of the ring.

The surrounding restricted light curtains enveloped the entire arena.

Opposite him was a young man in gray robe with a handsome face in his twenties. As soon as he saw Liu Ming on stage, he cupped his hands and said:

"This is Zhu Wutian of Xiaoxiang Academy. Please give me some advice, senior brother."

"Piaohongyuan, Liu Ming." Liu Ming just said lightly. I scanned it with my spiritual consciousness and found that the other party was only a disciple in the middle stage of liquid condensation.

"What, you are Liu Ming!" When Zhu Wutian heard this, he suddenly shuddered, and his face was immediately full of vigilance.

Liu Ming, however, still stood there with unchanged expression.

At this time, the aerial crystal deacon said "start" and flew outside the light curtain.

The young man in gray robe solemnly shook his sleeves, and flew out a short fork covered in yellow light, hovering in the void. Then it became as big as Zhang Xu.

Liu Ming looked at the short fork in the young man's hand indifferently. It seemed to be a top-grade spiritual weapon with twenty-five levels of restrictions. However, he still stood with his hands behind his back and had no intention of doing anything.

"Although Brother Liu is famous, his behavior is too underestimated." Liu Ming's inaction made the gray-robed young man seem a little angry, and he couldn't help but frown and said in a deep voice.

As soon as he finished speaking, he flew his hands into the air and struck several spells. Then a little bit in the void.

There was a sound of thunder, and the flying fork turned into a thick beam of lightning and shot toward Liu Ming.

Liu Ming's eyes turned cold, and as soon as he pressed the magic spell, black mist billowed out of his body. After raising his hand, the black mist condensed and transformed into a giant black hand that roared towards the golden arc.

A "chichi" sound came from the air. The giant black palm and the electric arc were at loggerheads for a moment.

Seeing this situation, Liu Ming seemed a little surprised. With a sharp look, it turned into a shadow and disappeared from the place.

at the same time. With a "boom", electric arcs and black giant palms exploded in the void, and among the smoke, silver lightning-like particles shot out...

At this moment, a ghostly figure appeared behind the man in gray robe, raised his hand and patted a huge black handprint on his back. It was silent and there was no sign at all.

The man in gray robe had no time to react. The moment the black handprint hit him, the protective energy was broken by a single blow. He screamed and flew more than ten feet away, falling outside the ring.

The short fork in the void also fell to the ring with a "bang" because it lost its relationship with its owner.

From the time when the young man in gray robe released his short fork to when he was hit by Liu Ming and flew out of the ring, it only took two or three breaths.

"Liu Ming of Piaohongyuan wins." Seeing this, the crystallized deacon above the ring immediately announced loudly, but there was still a flash of Arthur in his eyes.

"Concession."

After Liu Ming said something softly, he jumped down from the ring.

Under the stage, another tall and thin man who seemed to be in the same hospital as the gray-robed young man had quickly stepped forward to help him up.

After a while, the young man in gray robe disappeared from the crowd without saying a word, supported by the tall and thin man.

After another hour, the first day of preliminary competition came to an end.

Liu Ming did not stop, he pinched the spell with one hand and turned into a black cloud and shot towards the cave.

…

Early the next morning, thousands of people once again gathered densely on Yunyi Peak.

But compared to the previous day, it was surprisingly one-third smaller.

After the first round of competition on the first day, nearly half of the people have been eliminated. Most of the people who came today were eliminated yesterday and were just here to watch the battle.

After all, if you can see some high-level battles, it will be of great help to your future practice and improvement of combat experience.

On the jade platform, there were only about ten deans and deputy deans of the eighth courtyard, which was significantly less than the first day.

However, there were a few more elders and leaders on each mountain peak than on the first day.

Liu Ming arrived near the ninth arena early, found a secluded place, and continued to watch quietly.

He scanned with his spiritual consciousness and found that after the first day of competition, most of the remaining disciples were in the middle and late stages of condensation, and only a few were in the early stages of condensation.

In the competition that started not long after, the competition between disciples who were both in the middle and late stages of the liquid condensation was significantly more exciting than the first day, and the time spent in the competition was also much longer. few.

After half a day, it was finally Liu Ming's turn to play again.

"Next game, No. 362, versus No. 364." The deacon disciple announced expressionlessly.

When Liu Ming heard this, he immediately walked out of the crowd with a faint smile and jumped onto the ring.

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