"These people are really too much. They are all sneering and mocking... Humph, when the ranking competition begins, Junior Brother Yun will definitely make them shut up." Cang Yue said angrily without any princess demeanor. The ridicule and sarcasm around her were all directed at Yun Che and the Cang Feng royal family, making her feel much more uncomfortable than if she were being laughed at by others.
"Don't mind it, this is the most normal situation." Qin Wushang's expression did not change at all, and he said calmly. In his opinion, it would be abnormal not to be laughed at. If this happened to another sect, perhaps even he would naturally despise it in his heart even if he didn't laugh.
“Brother-in-law, what number did you draw?” When Yun Che came back, Xia Yuanba couldn’t wait to come up and ask.
Yun Che showed the sign he had received. The number on it was: 1505.
After seeing the number clearly, Qin Wushang explained, "This number determines the venue and order of your first group match. 1505 means you are assigned to Group No. 15 and will compete on Arena No. 15. Your first match is the fifth match, and your first opponent is No. 1545."
"The first round of group matches lasts for three days and is divided into thirty groups. Each group has about fifty participating disciples. Each group of fifty participants will play a full twelve matches. The top ten disciples in each group, a total of three hundred disciples, will enter the second round of group matches. The twelve hundred disciples who did not enter the second round of group matches will be transferred to the second arena for the qualifying match. However, apart from the sects they belong to, not many people are paying attention to the qualifying match in this arena."
At this point, Qin Wushang sighed softly. Because after the first round of the group stage of the qualifying war, the Blue Wind Royal Family always moved on to the secondary stage. At least from the time he was born to now, no one in the Blue Wind Royal Family has ever been able to enter the second round of the group stage. The dream of the top 100 is far away and out of reach.
"A total of 300 disciples will participate in the second round of the group stage, which will also last for three days. Each disciple must play 15 games! Then they will be ranked according to the number of wins, and the top 100 and top 32 will be ranked directly. Then, the disciples outside the top 100 will also move to the secondary competition field, and the ranking from 33rd to 100th will be completed. If there are those who are dissatisfied, they can challenge the participants who are ranked higher than themselves in the secondary competition field. The challenged must accept the challenge. If the challenger wins, he will replace his ranking... The main competition field will be the final elimination match for the 32 participating disciples with the most wins."
"These rankings are the rankings of the disciples who participated in the war. The rankings of the forces will be based on the final rankings of the disciples."
Xia Yuanba nodded his fingers, then widened his eyes and said, “So, if we enter the second round of group matches, we will have to play a full 27 games within six days. That’s a lot!”
Cang Yue said solemnly, "Yes. The atmosphere of the qualifying competition has always been very tense. However, the pace of the first round of group matches is very fast, and it is easy for opponents with a huge difference in strength to appear and the battle will end quickly. It is normal for each small group to have dozens or even hundreds of games a day. Junior Brother Yun, you must work hard and don't forget the goal we agreed on before... to be ranked in the top 100!"
“Well, of course I haven’t forgotten.” Yun Che smiled and nodded, his eyes focused on the faces of the participating disciples in the arena… If he could enter the top 100, he would be able to shock the entire audience and make all those who laughed at him dumbfounded. At the same time, it would also make him famous throughout the world, make Cangfeng Xuanfu proud, and make Cangyue and Qin Wushang infinitely happy…
However, his goal is not just to be in the top 100!
On the sword arena, the profound strength tests of all participating disciples were finally completed. Ling Wu Gou spent a long time reading out the basic process and rules of the ranking battle, and then, this year's Cangfeng ranking battle finally officially began.
"...During the battle, those who fall to the ground for more than ten breaths, or voluntarily admit defeat, will be considered defeated! Regardless of the reason, those who fail to come on stage for more than thirty breaths will be considered to have voluntarily admitted defeat... Now, I declare that this year's Blue Wind Ranking Tournament has officially begun!"
As Ling Wu Gou's voice fell, large waves of profound energy came from all around. A transparent profound energy barrier appeared on the thirty small sword-discussing platforms at the same time. These profound energy barriers could isolate the profound energy aftereffects of the battle between the two sides from spreading to the surroundings, and at the same time, they also limited the battle area between the two sides to a certain extent.
Thirty middle-aged men who had been preparing for a long time also flew up and landed beside thirty small sword-discussing platforms. They were the thirty referees for the first round of the group match. And all of these thirty people could "cross the void", which meant that they were all strong men in the Tianxuan realm. This fact made many young disciples who were sitting in a well and watching the world drop their jaws.
Thirty small sword platforms are evenly distributed around the central main sword platform. With the eyesight of the Xuanists present, the condition of any small sword platform can be seen at a glance by just slightly shifting the gaze from any seat.
With the appearance of the mysterious force barrier and thirty referees, the number plates of sixty disciples flashed at the same time, and the penetrating shouts of the thirty referees also sounded synchronously. Soon, in the first match of each sword stage, the sixty opponents quickly stepped onto the sword stage, and the ranking battle officially began.
“It has been found out. Yun Che’s competition venue is Sword Arena No. 15, numbered 1505. The next few opponents have all been told that if they can’t be killed, they should use as many attacks as possible. I guarantee that he won’t survive the second game, or he will lose half his life… No, maybe he will lose limbs in the first game.” Fen Juebi returned to his seat and whispered in Fen Juecheng’s ear.
Fen Juecheng glanced at the No. 15 sword-discussion platform and nodded slowly.
Yun Che's seat was very close to the No. 15 sword arena. His first match was scheduled for the fifth match. He did not immediately go to the No. 15 sword arena to wait, but sat in his seat, silently watching the surrounding competitions.
There are more than 500 forces, some focus on swords, some focus on knives, some focus on guns, and some focus on whips... All kinds of weapons can be seen, and the various mysterious power attributes are even more complicated. The various heavy, light, or fancy mysterious skills are overwhelming.
At least, Xia Yuanba already felt that two eyes were not enough.
At present, it is only the first round of the group stage, which is also the most basic round of the entire ranking war. However, every game at this time is a luxurious duel outside. Because both sides of the battle are under the age of 20 in the Lingxuan realm, and they are all top talents! This is a ranking battle that belongs only to top talents.
"Look! It's my sister!"
Xia Yuanba exclaimed at this time and pointed to the No. 9 sword arena.
A quarter of an hour later, the No. 9 Sword Arena had already completed three matches. In the fourth match, Xia Qingyue, with a veil on her face and no visible features, appeared on the Sword Arena, making the No. 9 Sword Arena instantly the focus of the entire venue... Any disciple from the four major sects who appeared on the stage would become the focus.
Across from Xia Qingyue, a young man in his twenties came up. However, his face looked extremely bad, and he secretly complained in his heart. He had a profound strength of the fourth level of the Profound Spirit Realm, and was in the upper middle level among the ninth group. However, he did not expect that his first opponent would actually be someone from the Frozen Cloud Immortal Palace.
But the other party was a girl of only seventeen years old. He was too embarrassed to admit defeat, so he had to bite the bullet and draw his sword: "Han Yunzhi from the Illusion Sword Sect, please teach me, Fairy!"
As the voice fell, he stepped forward and thrust out with his sword. As soon as he struck out, he used his strongest move, the “Three Lives Sword”. The surging sword energy condensed into three sword flowers, attacking Xia Qingyue in a triangular shape.
Xia Qingyue's eyes were calm, and she did not move her feet. Facing Han Yunzhi's sword momentum, she gently flicked her snow-white right hand...
call!
The cold wind blew past his face, just like countless knives cutting Han Yunzhi's face. His sword power completely collapsed in an instant, and his whole body seemed to be trapped in an extremely cold icy purgatory. His limbs became extremely stiff, and he remained in the posture of swinging the sword forward and stopped there. Not to mention continuing to swing the sword, even his fingers could hardly move.
In the blink of an eye, a layer of gorgeous white frost spread from the tip of his sword to his entire body and the ends of his hair.
All the sect disciples who witnessed the power of the Frozen Cloud Immortal Palace's "Frozen Cloud Art" for the first time were stunned.
"I... admit... defeat..." Han Yunzhi's lips trembled as he uttered these three words with great difficulty. He originally thought that although he was four levels behind the opponent, he could at least survive five or six encounters... But he didn't expect that he didn't even have the qualifications to face the opponent.
"Han Yunzhi of the Illusion Sword Sect admits defeat, and Xia Qingyue of the Frozen Cloud Immortal Palace wins!"
Following the loud pronouncement of the judge No. 9 on the sword arena, the frost on Han Yunzhi's body also disappeared. He suddenly knelt on the ground, gasped for several breaths, then looked at Xia Qingyue with great awe, and walked down the sword arena with weak steps.
Tianjian Villa, Bingyun Fairy Palace, Xiao Sect, and Fentian Sect are collectively known as the four major sects, but no one else is added to make up the number and called the "five major sects". That's because there is no sect below the four major sects that is qualified to make up the number. The gap between them and other sects is like the difference between heaven and earth. The foundation, resources, and strength of the skills... these have created the reputation of the four major sects, and also created a huge gap between them and other sects. For hundreds of years, the top ten individual rankings in the ranking battle have always been taken by the disciples of the four major sects. No disciple from other sects can break in... without exception.
“So amazing… Sister is actually this powerful.” Xia Yuanba’s eyes widened, and he did not blink even once until Xia Qingyue stepped off the sword arena. After a while, he asked stupidly, “Brother-in-law, did you see that? Sister is actually this powerful… Can you… Can you beat Sister?”
"Haha, of course not." Qin Wushang responded with a smile: "If I'm not mistaken, your sister should be the core disciple that Frozen Cloud Immortal Palace has focused on training in recent years. Such a proud daughter of heaven is simply not comparable to our Blue Wind Profound Palace."
Yun Che watched the game calmly without saying a word.
At this time, from the No. 15 Sword Control Platform, the referee's loud shout came:
"The fifth match of Group 15, Blue Wind Imperial Family's 'Yun Che' -- versus -- Southern Region Qiongyun Sect's 'Fu Yanjie'!"
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