If the little angel sees anti-theft, it means the purchase rate is not high enough~
He traced the remaining groove with his fingernail, but couldn't guess what the jade pendant had originally been painted on. It could be the tip of an orchid leaf, or even the tip of a cat's ear. And even worse...
Recalling where he had been practicing repeatedly for the past two days, Luo Jiujiang's eyelids twitched, thinking that this might be the tip of the snake's tail.
After pondering for a while and still unable to figure it out, Luo Jiujiang simply let the matter go, stuffed the emerald jade pendant into his collar, and completely put those messy speculations behind his mind.
The gate of Beixue Garden was right in front of him, and his friend was behind this door.
Luo Jiujiang slowly pushed the door open, and Han Qianling, who was wiping the sword with a snow-white handkerchief, raised his eyes as if he had sensed something.
At this time, a gentle breeze blew, petals fluttered, the setting sun shone, and the time was perfect. A young man in blue sat under a blossoming tree, meeting Luo Jiujiang's gaze with a leisurely smile.
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The next day was Luo Jiujiang's first game, and his opponent was none other than Miss Han Zhouqi, whom Han Qianling had drawn for him.
The Seven Islands Competition takes place every ten years, with 300 candidates each time. As a federation of the Seven Islands, the minimum age for the competition is ten, and the maximum is twenty-five... Of course, that's just the theory; in reality, no ten-year-old would actually compete in the Seven Islands competition.
There were a total of twenty-nine clans of note on the Seven Islands. The remaining minor surnames were mostly subordinate to these major clans and were not worth mentioning. Each family could nominate ten outstanding individuals for the competition, and there was no restriction on family names. This resulted in a total of 290 candidates.
As for the remaining ten places, they are left to the scattered portals to compete freely, but the tribes of the seven islands are not allowed to get involved.
In this way, 300 talents were selected before the competition, and finally ten were chosen. The probability of advancing to one in thirty is not very easy.
The first round began with a draw of lots. Within four days, the teams would compete in 150 matches, eliminating half of the remaining players. With such a tight deadline, there would naturally be several overlapping matches. Logically, there should be two matches each in the morning and afternoon, with each match involving ten teams simultaneously.
Luo Jiujiang's lottery happened to be the first game of the first day, and many people wanted to come early to see something new.
Before the time came, Luo Jiujiang saw Yue Qinghui and Dong Shuangyu outside the arena. The three of them were not in a hurry as the competition was not yet about to start, so they chatted for a while.
Yue Qinghui approached Luo Jiujiang, his face full of gossip, and whispered, "Do you know who has the most outstanding cultivation this time? Who is most likely to win the spot?"
Luo Jiujiang had always had a wide circle of friends, and many people would ask him for help when they had something to do. It was generally okay to ask him about common, non-sexual matters like these, about the level of one's cultivation.
"Of course I count as one, and Qianling counts as one," Luo Jiujiang said with a raised eyebrow. A moment later, under Yue Qinghui's urging gaze, he admitted, "I really don't know this time. I had something to do the past two days and wasn't with everyone. Qianling even drew the lottery for me."
"I was wondering why I haven't seen you two these past two days." Yue Qinghui sighed. "Forget it, you know less than I do. Let me be clear with you - those exceptionally outstanding ones are either stuck in the upper realm sects, or they didn't come back because they didn't like our competition. As the saying goes, when there's no tiger in the mountain, the monkey becomes king. Among the candidates this time, Du Chuan has the highest cultivation level."
Luo Jiujiang said thoughtfully: "At his age, it's nothing for him to have the highest level of cultivation. If the colors and patterns could be richer, it would be worth mentioning."
Yue Qinghui, who had grown up with him, laughed out loud when he heard the meaning behind his words. This earned him a strange glance from Dong Shuangyu: "Mr. Luo, what do you mean..."
"Beat him until his face is covered with peach blossoms!" Yue Qinghui laughed next to Dong Shuangyu's ear.
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The opponent Luo Jiujiang drew in the preliminary round was a girl with a very gentle temperament. She had a graceful figure, a long silver whip wrapped around her waist, and stood gracefully on the court, giving people a very demure feeling.
Following the custom, they introduced themselves and their families, then began to fight. Their weapons occasionally collided, sending sparks flying. After nearly a hundred blows, the results of the bouts in the distance had already been determined.
Dong Shuangyu asked curiously, "I see this girl's cultivation is far inferior to Master Luo's. I wonder how Master Luo could fight with her for so long?
Yue Qinghui smiled and said, "Jiujiang has always been kind to girls, even since they were young. Back when we were young and ignorant, he would be polite and lower his tone when speaking to that tomboy Zheng Xiaoliu'er, and he never joined us in stuffing insect wings in girls' hair... I think he was afraid that the girl would lose too quickly and lose face."
As the two were talking, Luo Jiujiang and Han Zhouqi exchanged a hundred moves. With a clear shout, Luo Jiujiang, in the blink of an eye, had knocked the girl's whip away with a single blow of his blade. The next moment, he turned his wrist and lightly touched the back of his blade on Han Zhouqi's right wrist pulse, saying with a soft laugh, "Thank you, young lady."
The Korean girl took a step back, her hands behind her back. Her eyes flickered, the anger of losing the match gone, but two faint blushes appeared on her face.
The winner was clear, and before the elder who was making the ruling had even finished his pronouncement, Luo Jiujiang lightly somersaulted off the stage. He pushed through the crowd in two or three steps, grabbed a young man's shoulder, and said with a smile, "I've been waiting for a long time."
Yue Qinghui and Dong Shuangyu followed his movements and looked over. Who else could it be if not Han Qianling, the person being held down by Luo Jiujiang's shoulders?
Dong Shuangyu looked at Yue Qinghui jokingly: "You just said that Mr. Luo tolerated it for so long because he loved girls?" Now it seems that he was more like waiting for Han Qianling to arrive.
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