Fantasy, starting with a treasure bowl

"The Four Kingdoms martial arts competition only consists of two rounds?"

"And there's a chance of getting a bye in the first round of group matches? So it doesn't seem too difficult to advance to the second round..."

Lu Feng stroked his chin, pondering to himself.

According to the rules of the Four Kingdoms Martial Arts Tournament, the first round of group matches involves randomly selecting opponents, with a chance of receiving a bye. Participants can advance to the next round of single-elimination matches as long as they accumulate more than three wins.

In addition, each participant will be ranked according to their performance and will receive corresponding rewards and the right to allocate Yuan Stone veins!

Among them, the first place in the Four Kingdoms Martial Arts Competition is called Zhuangyuan, the second place is called Bangyan, and the third place is called Tanhua. These three can occupy nearly 70% of the distribution rights of the Yuanshi Mine!

As for the other contestants who ranked lower, they could only get the remaining 30% of the Yuan Stone mine. The difference in benefits between the two was enormous!

...

On the other side of the nameless valley, in front of the Ancient Buddha Sect's procession

"Master, all the top talents from the four kingdoms of Lingnan have gathered, but the Taiji Sword Sect members have yet to appear. Could it be that they are not very interested in this year's Four Kingdoms Martial Arts Tournament and are therefore planning to forfeit?"

Fa Wuxiang glanced around at everyone present, stepped forward, and then bowed respectfully to a middle-aged monk with a thin face and a solemn appearance, his tone full of respect.

Because the other party is not only the current abbot of the Ancient Buddha Sect, whose strength and Buddhist teachings are not to be underestimated, but also his mentor who taught him the Way. He is known in the martial arts world as the Holy Monk of the Ancient Buddha Sect, the Tripitaka Master!

Therefore, even a Buddhist prodigy like Fa Wuxiang, who is a rare talent in decades, dared not be arrogant or disrespectful in front of a senior monk like the Tripitaka Master!

The Buddha said, "Man dies for wealth, and birds die for food."

Faced with Fa Wuxiang's doubts, the Sanzang Master merely shook his head slightly, then clasped his hands together as well, "Although those benefactors of the Taiji Sword Sect usually pride themselves on being aloof and never interact with outside forces, they too cannot resist the temptation of the Yuan Stone mine..."

"Formlessness is inherent in human nature and cannot be changed by external forces..."

The monk Sanzang spoke in a low, melancholic tone, as if he not only had a deep understanding of human nature but also a thorough knowledge of the Taiji Sword Sect.

Rumble...!

Just as the monks were exchanging secrets, a loud rumbling sound suddenly came from the previously calm sky above.

Click...!

The next moment, a void rift several meters wide suddenly split open in the sky above the valley, emitting an astonishing array aura that drew the attention of everyone present.

"This aura is... sword intent!"

"Such terrifying sword intent must have reached the Great Perfection realm. Could the newcomer be the current sect leader of the Taiji Sword Sect, Yin Xuanxing, the 'Azure Lotus Jade Sword'?!"

"No! This sword intent, though powerful enough to make one's heart tremble even from hundreds of meters away, is far inferior to the former 'Azure Lotus Jade Sword' Yin Xuanxing. Could it be that guy has arrived...?"

The sudden change caused a stir among the crowd, who were all surprised. Some of the experts at the Yuanhai Realm frowned slightly, as if they had recognized the origin of this powerful sword intent.

Just as everyone was discussing this, the void rift above the valley grew larger and larger. Then, a flash of light appeared, and several powerful young figures leaped out from it. The leader of the group was a tall, slender old man with white hair and a sword on his back.

"The brat from the Ren family of Dongyun Kingdom, Song Zhang, the Left Elder of Yunfu Sect, the Holy Monk Sanzang of the Ancient Buddha Sect, and that treacherous villain Zhao Kuangyi from Northern Wei Kingdom have all come..."

His gaze swept over the crowd, the elderly man still standing with his hands behind his back, then a cold smile appeared on his lips. "Heh, these guys are here pretty early..."

"Unfortunately, they're all a rabble, and the top three in this year's Four Kingdoms Martial Arts Tournament will ultimately fall into the hands of the Tai Chi Sword Sect...!"

"Elder Qin is absolutely right! With Senior Brother Gongsun and Senior Sister Lin leading the charge in this year's Four Kingdoms Martial Arts Tournament, that bunch of useless trash from the Four Kingdoms of Lingnan simply can't cause any trouble...!"

As soon as the old man finished speaking, a Taiji Sword Sect disciple with a pointed mouth and monkey-like face, and a spirit sword at his waist, respectfully echoed him. His face was full of confidence, and he seemed to have no regard for the other participating geniuses from the four Lingnan countries.

After all, their Taiji Sword Sect not only has a full six spots in the competition, but their senior brother Gongsun Jian himself is a second-level Yuanhai Realm expert. Whether it is strength, cultivation, or combat experience, he can crush all the geniuses of the four Lingnan Kingdoms!

Therefore, in the eyes of this Tai Chi Sword Sect disciple, the final results of this year's Four Kingdoms Martial Arts Tournament are almost a foregone conclusion, and the top three spots will most likely be in the hands of their Tai Chi Sword Sect!

"good."

Seeing this, Qin Xuanzhong nodded as well, then turned to look at Gongsun Jian behind him, "Jian'er, all the junior brothers have high hopes for you. Are you confident that you can win the championship in this year's Four Kingdoms Martial Arts Tournament?"

"Although I am not talented, I am willing to do my best to win the championship and live up to the trust placed in me by my master and the elders!"

In response to Qin Xuanzhong's question, Gongsun Jian bowed respectfully, his face remaining calm and composed, clearly indicating his confidence in this year's Four Kingdoms Martial Arts Tournament.

"Such a powerful sword intent...!"

"Moreover, this person's Yuan Power cultivation far surpasses that of Song Zhang and others from the Yunfu Sect, at least no less than the fifth level of the Yuanhai Realm! Just who is this old bastard...!"

Lu Feng also sensed the terrifyingly powerful sword intent emanating from Qin Xuanzhong above, and his heart skipped a beat, revealing a look of fear.

It is no exaggeration to say that such a powerful sword intent aura is almost unprecedented, and Qin Xuanzhong's Yuan power cultivation is also not weak, almost no less than that of the former Martial Hall Elder Yuan Tiangang!

You must know who Yuan Tiangang is. He is not only an elder of the Falling Star Academy in Yuanfeng Realm, but also one of the famous "Seven Falling Stars"!

But Qin Xuanzhong is now comparable to Yuan Tiangang of yesteryear, and even on par with him!

This clearly shows that the other party's status within the Taiji Sword Sect is definitely not low, and is even very likely second only to the sect leader!

"Hey? Young Master Lu, look! Isn't that little girl from Lin Family Village...?"

Just then, a surprised gasp suddenly came from inside the treasure basin, interrupting Lu Feng's thoughts.

"What?"

Following Gu Canyang's voice, Lu Feng was stunned. Behind the Taiji Sword Sect's group, a graceful figure in green robes with a spirit sword at her waist stood quietly.

The other person had a delicate face and snow-white hair. In particular, her bright eyes gave Lu Feng a sense of familiarity that was both strange and endearing. It was none other than Lin Xiaoyu, who had left Linjia Village without saying goodbye years ago!

"Little fish!"

Lu Feng was so excited that he couldn't help but shout it out.

As the saying goes, when old friends meet again, it's like meeting too late!

Moreover, Lin Xiaoyu was not just an ordinary acquaintance to Lu Feng, so it was natural for him to be unable to remain calm!

"Master, Master...?!"

Upon hearing Lu Feng's call, Lin Xiaoyu, who was at the back of the group, trembled slightly. She immediately turned her head to look, and then froze on the spot, her pretty face showing deep astonishment.

"Master! It really really is you...!"

"Is Little Fish dreaming...?"

Lin Xiaoyu stared in disbelief at Lu Feng not far away, her beautiful eyes filled with joy, and she was so excited that she couldn't speak.

After all, several years have passed since we parted ways in Linjia Village.

She thought she would never see Lu Feng again in this lifetime, that the two were now worlds apart and would never see each other again, but she never expected that she would meet Lu Feng again at Jue Long Ridge!

Therefore, Lin Xiaoyu was naturally overjoyed and extremely excited!