Practice starts with skill points.

Chapter 405 The Competition Begins

Many outer disciples were discussing, but their speed did not slow down at all, and they all flew towards Tianjian Peak.

Not only outer disciples, but also many inner disciples came to watch the battle.

Zhong Lin was mixed in the crowd, feeling neither happy nor sad, just like a spectator.

As the surging crowd entered Tianjian Peak, Zhong Lin found a relatively open place and waited quietly.

There are numerous arenas throughout Tianjian Peak. If you count carefully, there are more than a thousand of them. Needless to say, they are definitely used for competitions among the outer disciples.

About an hour later, the entire Tianjian Peak was densely packed with people, each occupying their own place in circles, but it was not crowded.

Tianjian Peak is very large, with the entire Tianjian City behind it. Not to mention these people, it can even accommodate twice as many people.

The bell sound suddenly stopped, and the lingering sound carried a calming power. The entire Tianjian Peak suddenly became quiet, with so little sound that you could hear a pin drop.

An elder flew over, stood in the air, and looked down at everyone with a condescending look.

Every disciple felt that he was staring at him and did not dare to meet the elder's gaze.

This one move alone was enough to show that this elder was definitely a martial arts expert, at least at the Yin-Yang realm, or even stronger.

"The Outer Disciple Competition is a rule set by our Heavenly Sword Holy Land to select outstanding disciples for training. You must demonstrate your true abilities in the competition and not pretend. This time, the sect will offer generous rewards to outstanding disciples. Regardless of whether you make it into the top ten or not, as long as you perform well and possess sufficient perseverance, extraordinary will, and brilliant wisdom, you will receive the rewards you deserve. You can even be accepted as a disciple by the sect elders or even the sect master. Let's begin!"

The language is plain and unpretentious, without any excessive lengthy speeches, and is deeply loved by everyone.

Even Zhong Lin was a little surprised. He thought it would be similar to the leaders in his previous life, but he didn't expect it to be so simple.

As the competition was announced, many "inner disciples" flew onto the arenas, took out lists, and announced the disciples who were going to compete.

These inner disciples all act as "staff members", and each of them is very powerful and confident enough to prevent casualties during the competition.

There are hundreds of thousands of outer disciples, and most of them have signed up to participate, so the number of people participating in the competition is extremely large.

However, no matter how many disciples there are, the strength of the Heavenly Sword Holy Land is well organized and there will never be any chaos.

"Ring 8032, Zhong Lin, Di Ziqian."

When Zhong Lin heard his name, he immediately looked for the 8032 ring and flew up, but there was already a figure waiting on the ring.

Needless to say, this person should be Di Ziqian who fought against Zhong Lin.

He was wearing a precious robe of heavenly silkworms and holding a magic sword that looked like it was made of jade, with its sharp edge and shining brilliance.

"Seen..."

"Stop talking so much nonsense, let's get started. I still have to deal with the next game."

Di Ziqian said impatiently, his eyes full of disdain.

Zhong Lin was obviously stunned for a moment, then reacted. In order to prevent his own aura from leaking out and exposing his identity, he always used the "Hidden God Technique". The cultivation level revealed to the outside world was only the early stage of Xuandan. However, Di Ziqian in front of him was already in the middle stage of Xuandan, so it was normal for him to look down on him.

Zhong Lin licked his lips and looked at the "referee" beside him.

"let's start!"

Following the command from the "referee", Di Ziqian took a step forward and rushed forward like a whirlwind, with the magic sword in his hand pointing directly at Zhong Lin's chest.

"Give up..."

Bang!
With a dull thud, Di Ziqian, who had arrived quickly, retreated even faster, flying out like a cannonball. He spat out a mouthful of blood in mid-air, and a large footprint appeared on his chest. Zhong Lin also slowly retracted his right leg and turned to look at the "referee."

The whole process took only a moment, and the battle ended there.

The "referee" raised his eyebrows, looked at Zhong Lin thoughtfully, then looked at Di Ziqian who fell out of the ring and fell into a coma, and then he spoke.

"Zhong Lin, wins."

Zhong Lin bowed and saluted, then flew off the stage.

As for the unconscious Di Ziqian, someone had already taken him away.

The entire outer disciple competition, with thousands of arenas, adopted a brutal elimination system. There were no points or resurrection matches. It was simple and crude.

In the words of Senior Sister Tang Yimei, practicing martial arts requires great perseverance, great opportunity, and great luck, none of which can be missing.

Being able to meet the talents on the "Dragon and Tiger List" at the beginning of the competition is itself bad luck. If you don't have enough luck, you will lose.

Di Ziqian's strength is not bad. After all, he has reached the middle stage of Xuandan and is not an unknown existence among the outer disciples. Unfortunately, he met Zhong Lin at the beginning, and this year's outer disciple competition had to stop here.

Zhong Lin did not return to rest. After all, he had just made a kick and had not even used his spiritual energy. He had only relied on the strength of his physical body.

The whole person quickly shuttled between the various arenas, watching the battles going on.

In addition to Zhong Lin's power, many other arenas also saw many exciting battles that were a feast for the eyes.

Some outer disciples won, some lost. Some were seriously injured and were immediately carried away for treatment.

As long as they are not killed on the spot and are still breathing, the sect can save them. However, some of them are seriously injured and their martial arts skills have declined significantly, which is inevitable that it will affect their next fight.

There are also some people like Zhong Lin who can win with one move and without any pressure. When encountering such people, Zhong Lin will observe them carefully.

After a round, one can only say that the Heavenly Sword Holy Land is worthy of being a concentration camp of geniuses. Each of them is difficult to deal with. Zhong Lin even feels that many of them have already comprehended the sword intent.

An hour later, the second round of competition began again. This time, Zhong Lin was assigned to the 89th ring.

"Jiang Xuan, meet Senior Brother Zhong."

Zhong Lin's opponent this time is named Jiang Xuan, a boy who looks only fifteen or sixteen years old, but his cultivation has already reached the early stage of Xuandan.

genius.

This was Zhong Lin’s first impression of Jiang Xuan. To be able to have such an accomplishment at the age of fifteen or sixteen was nothing but a genius.

Zhong Lin also bowed and said, "Greetings, Junior Brother Jiang."

Jiang Xuan grabbed the air with his right hand, and a silver sword appeared in his hand.

"This is my natal weapon, the 'Huangyu'. It has the ability to cut through gold and jade. Brother, be careful."

Clang!
The long sword was raised, and the sharp sword energy exploded, shaking the void.

clank!

Zhong Lin did not move, and the entire arena was instantly filled with the sound of swords. Jiang Xuan's long sword, which was thrust forward, suddenly trembled and could not go forward.

Zhong Lin pointed his sword, and the wind in the sky shook. Endless sword intent gathered and turned into a sword energy, and finally gently touched Jiang Xuan's "Huang Yu".

(End of this chapter)