It is recorded in the Classic of Mountains and Seas that in the Kunlun Mountains, south of the West Sea, on the shore of quicksand, behind the Red River and before the Black River, there is a large mountain called Kunlun Hill.
There is a god, with a human face and a tiger body, with text and a tail, all white, in the middle.
Below it is surrounded by abyss of weak water, and outside it is a mountain of flaming fire, from which objects are thrown.
There is a hoopoe with tiger teeth and a leopard tail.
The hole is called the Queen Mother of the West.
This mountain has everything. inscription The next day, the melee officially began.
In a corner of Kunlun Mountain, there is a huge platform. , next to it is the audience seat and the players' rest area.
Three groups of contestants took turns taking turns, and a thousand people were about to be squeezed onto this small round platform, leaving almost no extra space.
"First batch, let's start the race."
Fortunately, the game does not stipulate the order in which the players take the field.
The monks who took the stage first tried their best to choose a position that was close to the edge of the circular platform but not close to it.
The closer you are to the center of the circular platform, the easier it is to be besieged from four directions.
An Yiran, Gongsun Qi, and Ning Xiaotong stood on the round platform, An Yiran stood on one side of the round platform, and Gongsun Qi and Ning Xiaotong stood on the other side of the round platform.
This was the strategy they had worked out before, to use hidden arrows.
After all the monks stood up, the referee shouted, "The game begins."
As soon as the voice fell, all the monks began to fight.
For a moment, demons danced wildly on the stage.
Almost at the beginning, monks flew out from all directions on the stage.
Lying on the field in a state of embarrassment.
Some monks were still a little aggrieved and hoped to try again on stage.
But it is a pity that the round platform was lowered, and monks were monitoring the situation in all directions.
All the monks who had finished were ordered to be eliminated.
They had already recorded the number plates of this group of monks. .
Among their first group of people, the disciples of the Kunlun Sect and the Huangshi Sect were the most numerous.
The two groups totaled more than 70 people.
Disciples from other sects were also mixed together, and there were about eighty disciples from the major sects.
The number of these disciples simply exceeded An Yiran and Gongsun Qi's expectations, but it was precisely because they were too many.
Therefore, it directly aroused the resistance of the casual cultivators.
There were not many people in the Liuyun sect in the first batch.
Apart from the three of them, there were only about ten people, but none of them gathered together.
All fight separately.
It seems that Gongsun Qi also told this group of Holy Spirit Palace disciples about their strategy before.
An Yiran raised his hand and kicked a monk off the stage, and responded with thunder and lightning when the fireball flew over from the monk.
This monk was from the Huangshi sect, and she knocked him down.
Don't think that children can be easily bullied All monks are simply used to picking on the weak.
But An Yiran is not a soft persimmon.
Just when he saw someone from the Kunlun Sect trying to attack a casual cultivator in the foundation-building stage from behind, An Yiran took the initiative to take the attack for the cultivator.
When the casual cultivators came to their senses, they found that the little girl had helped them take the attacks from these big sect monks.
Couldn't help but look at her gratefully.
He had been observing this monk for a long time.
He should be an elder with a higher status and more credibility among the group of casual cultivators.
Sure enough, after she helped the casual cultivator block the attack, the casual cultivator's attack on her stopped.
There are a lot less, and the loose cultivators have gradually condensed into a relatively powerful group from the original loose sand.
Gongsun Qi was even more at home than she was.
He led more than a dozen Holy Spirit Palace monks to shoot hidden arrows everywhere, 30% of them were sent to the loose cultivators and 70% to the sect.
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The leader of the Kunlun Sect has a cultivation level of eight levels, and is almost the highest cultivation level in the entire field.
He alone has kicked many people out of office.
There are now 14 people left in the Holy Spirit Palace, and three people have been lost.
This data is considered good by the sects present.
According to An Yiran's estimate, the number of monks on the round platform has now been reduced to less than 500, but the competition has not stopped.
The uncle she saved just now helped her block another blow.
An Yiran fought continuously for more than an hour and felt a little exhausted.
For the first time, she felt the source of spiritual power drying up.
He quickly took out another pill and threw it into his mouth.
An Yiran's attacks became crisper and sharper, raising the white whip with clear joints.
It landed hard on the enemy, breaking off the enemy's elbow almost instantly.
The more she fought, the more excited she became, even if she was exhausted to the core.
But the fire of fighting burned in her heart, and she became more and more courageous as she fought.
All the monks present did not dare to underestimate this weak and lovely girl.
Ning Xiaotong was facing off against a monk in the foundation-building stage.
She tried her best to keep herself from falling off the circular platform.
The monk opposite her eyes became more and more lustful and disgusting.
Everyone knew that this monk was interested in appearing in the circle.
What does this beauty think?
The monk was holding a huge machete and struck again.
Cut to the ground.
At this time, Ning Xiaotong's face was only an inch away from the handle of the knife.
When the monk raised it again, Ning Xiaotong closed her eyes in despair.
She would rather die than climb off the stage that belongs to the winner.
Turning his head to one side, the blade struck the ground and splashed gravel.
Ning Xiaotong's face was also covered with dust, and she was extremely embarrassed.
Gongsun Qi in the distance also noticed Ning Xiaotong's situation, and his heart almost dropped to the ground at that time.
However, he was currently entangled with three monks, in dire straits, and completely unable to save them.
An Yiran appeared in front of Ning Xiaotong like a savior.
She casually threw a powerful thunder ball, condensed it into her fist, punched the monk until he was numb, and kicked the monk hard, and An Yiran knocked the monk out of the field.
Ning Xiaotong's eyes were filled with gratitude and guilt.
She didn't dare to look directly into An Yiran's eyes, which were filled with anger towards her for not fulfilling her promise as she did yesterday.
An Yiran sighed helplessly.
The feeling of this little cauliflower turning into a king flower one day is really unbearable.
The fighting on the round platform continued, and everything was in chaos.
The people of the Huangshi Sect were extremely suspicious of the people of the Kunlun Sect.
How could this group of people who were usually arrogant become so arrogant when it came to the competition?
Why has the competition lasted for so long, and the only ones who lost were the disciples of their sect, and no one from the Kunlun sect suffered any losses?
Are they using the disciples of their sect as scapegoats?
Not long after the competition, people from the Huangshi sect joined forces with other sects to rebel and began to attack the disciples of the Kunlun sect.
The Kunlun sect became merciless in their attacks.
The eyes of the leader of the monk were full of arrogance and disdain.
He had always looked down on the scum of these low-grade sects.
To be continued
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