The Lingdao Sect's sect competition was held with great fanfare. The news of the competition not only spread throughout the Lingdao Sect, but also reached the outside world.
There was already news that the Pavilion had cooperated with the Lingdao Sect to pass on some information to the outside world as soon as possible.
Major news outlets also followed suit.
The number of jade slips in the News Pavilion was decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
After Shen Qing defeated the last puppet on the field with Zhusheng Yiyi, thunderous applause broke out at the scene.
"good!"
As Shen Qingyi stepped off the stage, although his face was pale and his spiritual energy was too depleted, his steps were strong and powerful.
She had already won the sect's final quiz competition.
Next up are the eleven randomly selected points-grabbing matches.
Shen Qingyi returned to his seat and waited.
Finally, around three o'clock in the afternoon, the last question-making competition in the square ended.
After nine rounds of question-setting competitions, many participating disciples had become pale and walked unsteadily.
Some disciples still supported each other as they walked down the stage.
And these were still considered good. In the last three ring matches, facing the powerful pressure of spiritual consciousness, the fight between monsters and puppets, some disciples were lying down and were carried off the ring.
Although the competition among sects is not as cruel as the competition among the five major sects, it still involves bloodshed.
“Bang, bang!”
Wen Hai swept his divine sense across the scene, saw the contestant who was left behind, and nodded secretly.
The disciples of Lingdao Sect this year are much better than in previous years.
And the gold content is sufficient.
Moreover, there are some independent cultivators and small sects who have performed well. If they are willing to join Lingdao Sect, a recruitment meeting can be arranged.
"Congratulations on successfully completing the nine question-setting rounds. Next up are the eleven scoring rounds. I'm sure you've all heard of them."
Everyone naturally knew that although the content of Lingdao Sect’s competition was different every year.
But most of that was the first nine quiz rounds.
The subsequent points-winning matches, title-defending matches, and the final finals are held every year.
If we use dishes as an analogy, the first nine question-posing competitions can be regarded as newly invented fancy dishes, while the scoring competitions at the end are dishes that many customers and old customers like.
The defending match is the finale, and the final is the trump card.
"This year's points race will be decided by drawing lots!"
Wen Hai raised his hand, and the chains above the sky rattled.
"Everyone, are you ready?"
After saying this, Wen Hai waved his hand and countless wooden sticks scattered from the air.
This time the wooden sticks are not as good as the thousand feathers at the beginning, and some people were eliminated.
This time, the target draw is in line with the number of people who will advance.
Shen Qing stretched out his hand and grabbed it casually. After getting it, he took a look at the words on it.
"The eighth arena, one hundred and sixty-three matches."
After knowing his appearance time and the stage, Shen Qingyi put away the wooden stick.
The wooden skewer was still contaminated with Shen Qingyi's breath the moment Shen Qingyi took it over.
This also prevents someone from trying to sneakily replace the wooden sticks.
After the nine quiz rounds, there will be a three-day break.
Shen Qingyi planned to go back and rest, and at the same time prepare for the points competition in three days.
The points competition is different from the question-setting competition. It basically depends on your own strength and other hard skills. In each points competition, you are no longer just facing some dead objects and questions.
But he is a monk with thoughts and strategies.
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