flying sword

Chapter 14 The Great Competition Begins

In the blink of an eye, another two days passed, and the day of the Zongmen Grand Competition was approaching. The disciples from the six main lines of competition had all received invitation letters, and Fei Jian's lineage was no exception.

Xin Jiuli, who was at home, slowly recuperated at this time, and looked solemnly at a piece of talisman paper that appeared in front of him. The runes were strange and strange, and unknown words were engraved on it.

Xin Jiuli grabbed the talisman paper and put it away. After a while, the young man became extremely excited: "I didn't expect the personnel of the Zongmen Dabi to be confirmed so quickly. It was a few days earlier than last year, and it was held three days earlier."

This messenger talisman was naturally sent by Li Yuanhua. The content of the letter was very concise. It was just to prepare myself for the big competition three days later, without too much description.

This made Xin Jiuli a little annoyed.

"Don't even Master believe in my strength?"

"Hmph, just wait and see!"

After muttering a few words to himself, the young man fell into samadhi again, and a trace of vitality from his whole body slowly penetrated into his body, so the day's practice began again.

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Three days passed in a blink of an eye.

In the past three days, Xin Jiuli practiced day and night, and barely stabilized his cultivation at the sixth level of the Yuan Kaijing, and his body also experienced some significant changes.

Not only did his spirit look completely different from the previous few days, but the energy in his body had also reached its peak. It can be said that he is now in the peak state.

At this time, Xin Jiuli was still in the room making talismans with both hands, and when he was practicing silently, suddenly the bell on the main peak of Tiandao Sect rang loudly.

The voice was long and clear, but as soon as it reached Xin Jiuli's ears, his blood surged and his fighting spirit rose.

Xin Jiuli opened his eyes and counted the bells secretly. When the bell hit 36, he stood up all at once.

At the same time, the sound of the bell stopped abruptly.

The young man laughed.

Turned around and opened the door.

"Meet the big brother!!!"

As soon as the boy went out, a dozen male and female disciples outside the door half-kneeled respectfully on the ground.

Xin Jiuli was taken aback, "Why are you here?"

These people are obviously disciples of Feijian's lineage, and I don't know how long they have stayed at the door.

A young man walked out of the crowd, and Xin Jiuli recognized him as his second junior brother, Zhao Jian.

"Eldest brother, none of us are qualified to participate in the big competition, we are here to cheer for elder brother!" The young man clenched his fists, making a faint sound of bones intertwining.

Xin Jiuli was relieved, except for those above the fifth stage of the Kaiyuan Realm, other disciples were not qualified to participate in the Zongmen Grand Competition, and even he himself participated for the first time.

He understood that his juniors had already pinned all their hopes on him.

"Junior brothers and sisters, get up. This time, my flying sword lineage will definitely win the top [-] in this big competition." Just as he finished speaking, he made a mysterious gesture in his hand, and immediately the flying sword at his waist made a "chuckle" automatically. Flying out, and then swipe to the ground through the air, there was a "chuck" on the nearby ground, and a long and thin crack was split from the middle out of thin air, and there were bursts of sword cries all around, as if the whole world was moved by it. Tremor.

"Congratulations to Senior Brother Flying Sword Great Achievement!!!"

Seeing this, the other disciples of Feijian's lineage were horrified, and naturally they were even more ecstatic. They all bowed again and saluted, and there were endless words of praise.

At this time, disciples kept appearing in the entire Tiandao Sect, and they all rushed to the top of the main peak. In a blink of an eye, thousands of people gathered.

Among them, although there are disciples who are under 25 years old and participating in the Grand Competition, most of them are old disciples over 30 years old who came to watch the competition.

Although these old disciples were unable to participate in the Grand Competition, they naturally would never want to miss this grand event that can only be seen once in a few years.

At this time, Feng Daoyi, the lord of Tiandao Sect, had already stood in the center of the square with more than twenty elders in the Condensing Light Realm, quietly waiting for something.

After an unknown amount of time, the head of the Tiandao Sect suddenly flew up into the air. After sweeping his eyes around, he flicked his sleeves, and a flat jade brick several inches in size flew out.

Then he muttered words, and the jade brick immediately shot up into the sky, and quickly rose against the wind, turning into a floating jade platform tens of feet long in a blink of an eye.

Only then did a group of experts in the Condensing Light Realm fly up to the jade platform one after another, looking down at the thousands of disciples below.

"Listen up, all disciples, the big competition is about to begin every four years. The rules of this competition are the same as before. The core disciples will compete in order from the back to the front according to their strength, and finally decide the top ten, top three, And the core disciple of No.1. In the end, the top ten core disciples can challenge the top ten true disciples, and the winner can become a true disciple. A life-and-death order is issued, but in the competition, if you intentionally kill someone who is seriously injured or willfully kills your fellow disciples, you will also be punished severely. Now all the disciples should prepare first, and after a stick of incense, the big competition will officially begin." Feng Daoyi, the lord of Tiandao Sect Said lightly on the stone platform, although the voice was not loud, it was transmitted to everyone's ears and eyes clearly.

Then he raised one hand, and a incense candle as thick as a thumb flew out, and after a tremor, it quietly floated in front of him, not knowing.

Pour a finger into the candle and make it a little more empty.

Immediately, the flame at the top of the incense candle appeared, and a breath of sandalwood came out one after another.

At this time, an old man came out from behind the stone platform, and waved one hand into the void.

A yellow scroll more than ten meters long appeared in the sky. Black light flowed on the scroll, and the characters on the surface turned into huge light texts and emerged. Even the disciples standing at the edge of the square immediately read the words on the scroll. It's clear.

Those new disciples who participated in the Grand Competition for the first time raised their heads and stared at these huge Guangwen for a while.

Xin Jiuli stood in an unobtrusive corner, also staring at the words written on the scroll.

On the scroll, there are ten glittering names.

He saw the name of "Ziyun" at a glance, and it was written under the name, the ghost dance lineage.

Seeing this, Xin Jiuli narrowed his eyes slightly.

For this Senior Sister Ziyun, he had already guessed her identity, so he was not surprised. His eyes moved aside, and names such as "Ye Qiunian" and "Cangkun" emerged one after another.

In the end, his eyes stopped on a quota of Jiu Ying's lineage.

"Bei Mingtian!"

Regarding the name of the No.1 sect "Northern Mingtian", he has naturally heard it said many times.

It is said that this person has the body of a nightmare, and is proficient in the secret arts of the two branches of ghost dance and Jiuying.

Many people in the sect believed that he had a good chance of becoming the next successor of the suzerain.

After a while, he saw all the names clearly and remembered them clearly, then he turned his eyes away and scanned the place where other disciples gathered in the square.

Apparently, most of the old disciples over 25 years old were standing farther away from the square, gathering together in twos and threes, pointing at the crowd with their hands, and discussing in low voices.

Most of the disciples who were going to participate in the big competition looked solemn, but occasionally some younger disciples looked excited, full of expressions of eagerness to try.

After Xin Jiuli glanced through it quickly, some of the faces were quite familiar, such as Fang Yuanshan, Ziyun, Zhu Yan and others.

He suddenly changed his expression and felt that someone nearby was watching him, so he immediately turned his head to look over.

Surrounded by several disciples on one side, a young man with white eyes and fluttering gray hair was looking at him coldly, and when he saw him staring at him, he looked away without changing his expression.

Seeing this, Xin Jiuli couldn't help being a little more careful about that person.

(End of this chapter)