There are no years of cultivation, and soon three weeks have passed, and Mingyang, who is meditating, suddenly opened his eyes, and a white voice came out of his mouth: "Okay, three weeks have passed, and it is time for Mingyang to come out."
Ming's eyebrows flashed, and a black nine-tailed demon fox appeared, and said to Bai Qi: "It's really awesome, call the most outstanding demon emperor in history a guy, and this demon emperor doesn't dare to say anything to you, you have made a face for the witch clan." ” "Hmph, that's, what kind of character am I Baiqi, remember to call me next time the little guy has this kind of thing, and the deity will help you."
Bai Qi raised his head proudly, turned into a streamer and was returned to the map of the mountains and rivers.
"Sure enough, it's the same as being alone, a tendon, and you can't find the north with a word of praise" Mingyang muttered in a low voice, regained control of his physical body, and found that he had broken through to the Great Perfection Realm of the Heavenly Martial Realm.
"Good guy, Bai Qi's work efficiency is quite high, even if I don't eat, drink or rest to cultivate, it's been like this for three weeks, it seems that I will praise him more next time" The sound of knocking on the door sounded, and Lin Qiushui pushed the door in: "Senior brother's talent is really envied by senior brother, and he has actually broken through to the Great Perfection of the Tongtian Realm." ” has experienced a lot of fame, although he is not very old, but his heart is also an old bird, and he can see at a glance that Lin Qiushui's eyes are clear, there is no conscious jealousy, and some are just complete blessings.
Mingyang shook his head with a smile; "I can't see Senior Brother's cultivation, obviously Senior Brother has reached the Heavenly Martial Realm."
"It's normal for me to break through the Heavenly Martial Realm, after all, I have been in the Great Perfection of the Heavenly Realm for three years, hey, the qualification is really a hard injury, okay, in two hours, the competition will start, and we should also go."
Lin Qiushui suddenly thought of something: "By the way, junior brother, a few days ago, the master asked me to tell you that the real demon will be exposed, and the tiger father has no dog, although I don't know what he means by this, but this is what the master said." ” "I know what Master means."
Mingyang smiled slightly and looked out the window: "Your legend has extended to this world, then my legend will officially kick off from this big competition, I will let everyone say that you are my father, not that I am your son" When Mingyang followed Lin Qiushui to the competition venue and saw the competition venue, Mingyang was shocked and couldn't close his mouth.
Although he had already guessed that the scale of this competition would be large, what he never expected was that the crowd at the scene was a little less.
It occupies an area the size of at least a hundred football fields, except for the twenty rings in the center, all of them are full of people, and there are at least a million disciples.
"Senior brother, how many people have to compare to the Year of the Monkey and the Horse Month, forget it, I won't participate."
Mingyang shook his head helplessly: "Even if the two of them are finished in twenty minutes, there are only twenty rings here, and it will take more than a year for the preliminary round to end, I should go back to practice, this edge will not be revealed."
"Wait, junior brother."
Lin Qiushui grabbed Mingyang: "Senior brother is not what you think, most of these people are here to watch the excitement, and if they want to participate in the competition, they must at least reach the heavenly realm."
Therefore, those miscellaneous servants, including almost all the outer disciples, were not eligible to participate, and the inner disciples had also tried each other in the inner gate before the big competition, so there were less than four hundred people participating in the competition this time. ” "There were only four hundred, and that's okay."
Mingyang turned around again, and at this moment, the ground shook for a while, and not far away, there was an elder's handle, and in the corner where no one was standing, a rectangular high platform was raised, on which seventy-two golden chairs were placed.
"Look, it's the master."
"There is also the feudal lord of the seventy-two peaks, the core strength of my Qingling Sect."
Suddenly, there was an uproar among the onlookers, and they saw dozens of monks wearing ancient robes, both male and female, coming out of the sky.
One by one, they walked slowly above the sky, as if they were walking on the ground, talking and laughing, and they looked like fairies.
The head Ziyin sat in the most central position, and after the other leaders sat down at one time, dozens of miscellaneous servants hurriedly brought tea and served it carefully.
Looking at the empty chair on the high platform, Mingyang shook his head helplessly, he didn't need to ask to know that the location of this chair was his unreliable master, the old drunkard.
Ziyin took a sip of tea, stood up, put one hand behind his back, and said loudly: "Today, it is my Qingling Sect's triennial sect competition, the purpose is to prevent the pearl from being secretly cast, and let the gold hidden in the snow get its due value."
After Ziyin's series of scenes and official words, a master of ceremonies on the high platform shouted out the rules of the game.
"In order to maintain fairness, openness, and impartiality, in this big competition, we chose to draw lots to determine the order of appearance of the disciples and opponents in the competition.
The rules are as follows, during the game, no weapons, pills can be used, and if there is a foul, the rules of the game will be cancelled.
If the circumstances are serious, the highest can be abolished, expelled from the sect, and will not be hired for life."
As the referee announced the start of the game, under the supervision of Ziyin and the other seventy strikers, the two emcees reached into the box and each took out a token of the same texture and size.
"Core disciple, famous against the inner disciple, Wang Kun, in the No. 1 ring."
"I didn't expect it to be me in the first game."
Mingyang didn't hesitate and walked directly towards the No. 1 ring.
"You see, that is some time ago, I beat Brother Feng Kaiwen, and then beat the first core disciple, Wu Shaoqing's famous senior brother."
"It turns out that this is the name of the invincible god of war of the same level."
"It's just a pity, although he is invincible at the same level, his own strength is only in the supreme realm, and he is too late to enter, if it is a few years earlier, it is estimated that the title of the first core disciple of the Qingling Sect is none other than him."
"That's not in a hurry, it is estimated that in the next big competition, Uncle Mingyang will definitely be able to enter the top three core disciples."
After becoming famous, he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, after all, this was a fight watched by millions of people, and none of these millions of people were masters below the supreme realm At this moment, a man about thirty years old, dressed in the costume of an inner disciple, walked into the ring and said respectfully to Mingyang: "Uncle Mingyang, then Wang Kun." ” Mingyang nodded with a smile, "Hello." ” As the referee announced the start of the game, Wang Kun burst out with the cultivation of the Great Perfection Realm: "Uncle Mingyang, I know that you are invincible at the same level and have super combat effectiveness, but I'm sorry, there is too much difference between you and me, for the sake of unnecessary damage, please admit defeat." ” "Yes, you're looking at what level of my cultivation is."
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