The only way

Chapter 208

Above the clouds, a celestial being caresses his palm and smiles.

"Interesting, interesting. That little girl is a disciple of Which Peak. It's really interesting." A handsome scholar-like cultivator dressed in a Confucian shirt sat on the cloud, propping his chin with one hand, smiling, and his words were full of interest.

The beauties in palace attire and the old man holding a wooden staff followed the handsome scholar's line of sight, and their eyes fell on the first ring, the girl who was secretly playing tricks on the disciples.

Seeing this, the beauties in palace costumes pursed their lips and smiled, with bright eyes and bright teeth.

And the crooked old man holding a wooden stick, with a long beard, and his skin is like brown bark, full of wrinkles, his old but radiant eyes stared at the girl on the ring, his long eyebrows frowned slightly, and said lightly, " Little Doyle."

There was no obvious like or dislike in his tone, but it was obvious that he didn't want to see such methods.

Hearing this, the handsome scholar and the beauties in palace costumes looked at each other and smiled, and they both stopped bringing up this topic, and turned to look at other arenas. In each arena, there are always one or two interesting disciples.

Whether it's outstanding force, or agility, or superb skills, or profound cultivation, there is always something that can attract these seniors.

Every year there is a big competition in Neishan, and there will inevitably be the peak masters of the twelve main peaks sitting in command. This year's competition for the number of places in the ancient battlefield, it is the turn to sit in the seat. True Lord Aoki of Yimu Peak.

As one of the few Nascent Soul female cultivators, among the three sitting above the clouds, the beauty in palace attire must be Zhenjun Jingxi from Feihua Peak.

But True Lord Qingmu of Yimu Peak is easy to recognize, the wooden stick in his hand, his complexion, even the dark green robe, are completely revealed.

Then, the remaining handsome scholar is naturally Master Yunlan of Liangyi Peak.

Master Yunlan likes to travel all over the world and make friends with Taoists all over the world. Although he looks like a scholar, he is very open-minded and informal.

As for Master Qingmu, he is like an old tree, calm, stable, he likes to be quiet and does not like to move. Tree likes well-behaved disciples.

The views of the two are just different personal preferences, and have nothing to do with whether they are right or wrong.

And at this time on the arena.

After sneak attacking nearly ten disciples at the beginning of Lingling, he put away his special features and concentrated on avoiding chaotic spells of all kinds, acting inconspicuously.

In just a quarter of an hour, nearly 30 people had already been eliminated unknowingly on this ring.

There are those in the early stage of foundation establishment, some in the middle stage of foundation establishment, and even one in the late stage of foundation establishment.

The number of cultivation levels above the ring has been disrupted.

Then there is no need to continue the sneak attack, all you need to do is reduce your sense of presence, walk in the arena, and wait quietly for the number of people on the arena to reach half.

Lingchu thought that her movements were very subtle, but she never thought that her every move fell into the eyes of the three Yuanying Zhenjun above the clouds.

Of the seven arenas, the one that completed half of the tasks first was the one where Lingchu was.

Because of Lingchu's sneak attack, the fights in this arena were the earliest and the hottest, and the winners and losers were decided the fastest.

Even, some disciples didn't know that there were enough people, and they got angry, and beat a few more disciples.

Doing the math, in the arena where Lingchu was, there should have been 44 people who successfully entered the next round, but now, there are only 40 people.

It was because the senior brother who established the foundation and completed his speech made everyone stop.

The arena was in full swing, but everyone stopped suddenly, feeling a little awkward for a while, everyone looked left and right, and their eyes met the fellow who just shot each other, with a bit of hostility on their faces.

As soon as it was over, within the sect, the Jindan Daoist who was in charge of the arena flew up to the arena, and registered the remaining disciples one by one. These disciples were this arena. After passing the first round, they entered the second round. disciple of the wheel.

The competition between the monks started quickly, and the interval between each match was not short. The interval between each match was half a month, or a month, and fifty disciples were officially selected.

Then you can get ready and set off to the place where the space passage of the ancient battlefield is located.

The interval of half a month is naturally due to the rivalry between monks, which often varies in severity, so it is not surprising that it takes half a month to recuperate, heal and adjust the state.

The first round ended today, and the second round will be half a month later. The specific competition will not be announced until the day the second round starts.

After Jindan Daoist recorded the results, the disciples in the ring who had already scored their results can naturally leave. However, no matter whether they passed or were eliminated, not many left, and most of them stayed. On the Taoist arena, he watched the competitions in several other arenas.

The eliminated disciples were purely watching the excitement and the results.

As for the disciples who passed, it is natural to know more about other disciples. Knowing yourself and the enemy can win every battle. It is also good to see if there are any other noteworthy disciples in the other arenas.

Maybe, in the next few rounds, they will become opponents.

Naturally, Lingchu didn't leave either, but Shi Shiran stood on the Taoist arena, looking at the remaining arenas that were also inseparable.

His eyes focused on several arenas where there were people he knew.

"Ah!" With an exclamation, a petite figure flew upside down from a ring.

Lingchu stared at that figure, the spiritual power in his body moved slightly, and flew to the side of that figure.

A head of pitch-black hair was slightly curly, exuding a faint burnt smell, and it was also shortened. It was obviously burned by someone's fire method, and the originally clean and tidy clothes were a little wrinkled.

Lingchu looked at the girl with a fat baby face in front of him, and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Yu Xiaoxiao was originally clenching her fists, staring at the ring with blazing eyes, when she heard this crisp laughter, her little face suddenly collapsed, she looked at the girl beside her with her clear eyes and smiling face like a flower, pouted Said, "Senior Sister Yu! You are laughing at me."

Hearing the resentment in the words, Lingchu quickly restrained the smile on his face, his clear eyes contained a strong brilliance, he touched Yu Xiaoxiao's curly hair, and said solemnly, "How could that be? I was thinking, our little junior sister is really amazing, to be able to hold on for so long."

This is true, Yu Xiaoxiao has just established the foundation not long ago, and being able to persist until now is indeed considered very good.

Yu Xiaoxiao didn't intend to be selected to go to the ancient battlefield. She signed up for this competition just to join in the fun, and it doesn't matter if she can pass or not.

Hearing Senior Sister Yu's praise, Yu Xiaoxiao's bright eyes turned into crescent moons, sweeping away the previous resentment and the anger of having her hair burnt.

Instead, he pulled Lingchu with a smile, and watched the remaining rings together, chatting with Lingchu from time to time, analyzing those famous disciples in Neishan.

(End of this chapter)