Chapter 102 Chapter 102 "Don't stop me from challenging for the first place!...
"In the fifth round, Jiang Yan from the He Huan Sect faces Cheng Ning from the Tian Zhu Sect. Jiang Yan wins!"
"In the sixth round, He Huan Sect's Jiang Yan faces... Jiang Yan wins!"
"Seventh round, Jiang Yan wins!"
"The eighth round—"
"Round nine, Jiang Yan wins!"
"He Huan Sect's Jiang Yan has won six games in a row! He has advanced to the top 20!"
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Without anyone's reminder, everyone on the viewing platform dropped their jaws in shock, staring blankly at the handsome young man holding a long sword on the stage.
There were several other competition arenas still going on at the same time, but no one was interested in watching other people's competitions. Ninety-nine percent of the attention in the arena was focused on Jiang Yan.
A disciple of the Hehuan Sect who was thought to be defeated quickly and was just going through the motions, a disciple of the Hehuan Sect who was always known as a beautiful vase...
We actually won six games in a row!
Even when he won three games in a row, he shook his head and refused when the referee asked him if he wanted to rest for half an hour to recuperate.
He also said: "My spiritual energy consumption is not that great, so there is no need to waste time."
Only in the eighth game - Jiang Yan's fifth consecutive victory - did Jiang Yan raise his hand to signal the referee that he wanted to rest for half an hour.
He won multiple games in a row and only had to rest once.
Even the seeded players sent by the top ten major sects to compete for the first place can only win four rounds in a row at most. No matter how strong they try, they must sit in meditation and regulate their breathing with a slightly pale face.
Jiang Yan had such courage, and the "sea of spiritual power" in his dantian seemed to be much wider than that of ordinary people. After his consecutive victories, his breathing only became slightly faster, and his expression did not change at all!
Not only that, in each of Jiang Yan's battles, he did not drag on with his opponent for hundreds of rounds with equal strength, nor did he win with difficulty.
After fighting for dozens of moves, you will be able to keenly find your opponent's weaknesses and vulnerable spots.
Then, just like the first time he dealt with Yu Qun, he defeated the enemy with a single clean move, either by knocking the man off the stage or by beating him until the opponent willingly admitted defeat.
Each of his moves was so beautiful and sharp. Every action was free of unnecessary fancy tricks, and was as concise and effective as possible.
Anyone with a discerning eye could see that Jiang Yan was by no means a show-off, but a truly powerful swordsman.
During the competition, Jiang Yan only used spiritual power and sword skills.
If swordsmanship and magic were combined in actual combat, perhaps victory would come faster.
But Jiang Yan still put away his wand.
This is the world of cultivation, and he wants everyone to recognize the sword in his hand so that he can ascend to the throne of number one as a sword cultivator.
In the last round, the disciple who was knocked off the stage staggered to his feet and looked at Jiang Yan with admiration.
He originally didn't believe that Jiang Yan could have such strength.
What you see may not be the truth. What if there is something fishy about this "strength"?
He originally thought that the people in front of him were either careless or had a good relationship with the Hehuan Sect and were acting on purpose. He didn't believe it...
Unexpectedly.
Even though he was extremely determined to win and was fully prepared, vowing not to let his guard down, he was still defeated and was knocked away by the hilt of the sword.
This disciple, who refused to believe in evil, completely believed Jiang Yan and accepted his defeat with a sincere heart.
From the beginning to now, the arena has been bumpy after many rounds of fighting, especially because one of the cultivators used a meteor hammer - the hammer did not hit Jiang Yan, but instead hit the ground many times, causing spiritual power to explode and debris to fly everywhere.
The referee approached cautiously and with eyes full of admiration and asked, "The other arenas have not yet been completely decided. We need to wait until the top 20 are decided before we can start the free upward challenge mode. Jiang Xianjun, do you want to meditate and rest for a while?"
Jiang Yan had adjusted his breathing once before, so the spiritual energy he lost in the last round was not much.
He still has the strength to fight, but he should not be too arrogant and should leave a way out.
Jiang Yan nodded: "Okay."
The referee graciously flicked his sleeves, sweeping away a large cloud of gravel and dust.
"Please take a seat, Immortal Lord!"
He learned this name from the Sirius Guards.
How nice.
It is respectful enough and can realistically show Jiang Yan's temperament - he is like a fairy who has ascended to heaven, elegant and pure, and should not be tainted by the dust of the world.
Jiang Yan sat cross-legged in meditation, practicing his skills, absorbing the spiritual essence between heaven and earth, circulating it through his internal organs and limbs, and converting it into refined spiritual power.
While he was regulating his breathing, many people on the viewing platform and on the judges' bench finally came back to their senses.
There was no other reason. Jiang Yan's two rounds were faster than others'. The speed was too fast. Not to mention that his opponents were confused, they were also confused!
Until now, everyone has time to communicate with each other.
Ren Ling listened attentively for a while, and heard mostly words of praise and admiration, although there were naturally some doubts.
Some people said that this person couldn't possibly be a disciple of the Hehuan Sect, and perhaps he had recorded the wrong sect when signing in.
Some people also said that those were foreign aids specially recruited by the Hehuan Sect for the sake of competition ranking. They were here to help in a competition and would return to their own sect after that.
There are still some people who still don't believe it, and always think that the monks who went on stage were bewitched by beauty, soft-hearted and slow-handed, which is why they lost the game.
Pang Yunhu and Cao Fu had already returned after losing.
The former was not so bad, barely winning one round, but was beaten out in the second round. The latter was worse, not winning a single round.
At this time, the two of them were sitting together with the headmaster and also heard these questioning voices.
"How could they go so far!" the two said angrily.
Ren Ling sneered and deliberately raised his voice, "You can't eat the grapes, so you say they are sour! Yan'er's starting point may be the end point of the cultivation of those who make malicious speculations. Please have pity on them and don't be angry with ordinary people."
The monks' hearing was already very good, and they dared to speak loudly and disparagingly, suspiciously, and spread rumors even though they were so close. It was obvious that they were speaking to the Hehuan Sect.
When did the Sword Sect mistakenly identify the sect of a contestant?
Jiang Yan's strength is obvious to all, and no one with eyes would say something as outrageous as "the opponent surrendered because he was seduced by beauty."
Bah! You are such a blind and tasteless person!
Is it wrong to be too good-looking?
That was just the most common and obvious advantage of Jiang Yan! He relied on his strength, not his appearance.
Ren Ling deliberately and loudly criticized those people with bad intentions with his disciples, which made those people very angry, but they could do nothing about the Hehuan Sect.
First, the Hehuan Sect’s backing is incredibly strong.
Second,…
He is really amazing.
When saying bad things, not only the people from the Hehuan Sect, even your own companions would not help but give you a look that would ask "Are you okay with your brain?"
I couldn't say a few words, not only did I get humiliated, but I was also walked away without a word.
Looking back, he realized that the circle he had tried so hard to fit into, the friends he once made...all looked at him with a bit of disgust and contempt.
Half an hour later, the winners of other competitions were also decided.
The top twenty are determined!
The Sword Sect leader loudly announced the list.
Major sects such as the Sword Sect, Taixu Temple, Lingyu Sect, and Xuanyin Sect are all on the list. The most amazing one is the dark horse of this year - the Hehuan Sect! !
The Hehuan Sect is also on the list!
It's rare to see it once in a thousand years!!
Sect Leader Gu ignored everyone's comments and announced the rankings.
The temporary ranking of the top 20 is determined based on the previous sect ranking, the cultivation level of the participating disciples, and the winning streak points of the current session.
If anyone wants to change it, just challenge higher up. The final ranking will be determined by your strength.
In terms of cultivation, everyone is at the Nascent Soul stage and their cultivation levels are similar.
In terms of consecutive win points, Jiang Yan won six consecutive rounds in the 18th stage and ranked first. However, all those who could enter the top 20 were those who won many rounds in a row. He had an advantage, but not much.
As for the previous ranking, other sects were in the top twenty or even top ten!
Hehuan Sect...
Third from last.
Jiang Yan was speechless for a moment when he looked at the "20th place" assigned to him by the referee.
There are twenty arenas in total.
Jiang Yan followed the instructions and moved from Arena No. 18 to Arena No. 20. As the champion, he could either move up and leave here, or stay and accept challenges from cultivators below 20 until he could keep his seat.
The Sword Sect disciple who was the referee asked, "Do you want to leave or stay?"
Jiang Yan looked at the monks who had gathered below the stage, eyeing him eagerly - he was the gatekeeper of the top 20!
Who wants to stay here to watch the door?
Jiang Yan picked up the Demon-Breaking Sword and asked, "Can I start the challenge?"
Referee: "Who does the Immortal want to challenge?"
Jiang Yan asked tentatively: "Can I just pick the first place?"
Ling Hanzhang, who was standing on stage No. 1, felt a chill on his back.
The referee was surprised and replied: "No, you have to pick them up one by one."
"All right."
Jiang Yan was depressed: "When I got to the first place, it was already dark."
The referee smiled awkwardly and didn't take it seriously. Even if Jiang Yan was very good, it would not be easy to beat them one by one in a round-robin battle!
Jiang Yan quickly came to the No. 19 ring, followed by a group of people who had listened to his conversation with the referee and were planning to watch the fun.
The champion of the nineteenth arena is Wu Yicheng, a disciple of the Xuanyin Sect.
Wu Yicheng smiled and bowed: "Miss Jiang, I have long heard of your name."
Jiang Yan was confused: "Do you know me?"
Wu Yicheng: "Who in Xizhou doesn't know the famous flower of Gaoling and cold beauty of Hehuan Sect?"
He said enthusiastically, "I also went to Anshui Town to wait for you. I happened to see you entering Yuyuan Inn, but before I could say hello, you were dragged away by a man in black who suddenly appeared!"
Jiang Yan was alert: "Why are you watching me? Do we have a grudge against each other?"
In his mind, there was only one purpose for squatting on someone - to put a sack on him and do something evil.
Wu Yicheng choked up: "I... we have no grudges! I was just bored and wanted to try to capture the extremely difficult Lady Jiang."
Jiang Yan was puzzled: "Strategy? What does that mean?"
Wu Yicheng: "That's it——"
Jiang Yan: "Forget it, I don't want to listen."
Wu Yicheng choked again.
Jiang Yan raised his sword and rushed forward: "Hold on tight, don't block me from challenging for the first place!"
far away.
Ling Hanzhang heard this sentence clearly: "..."
Help, the pressure is so great!!
About a hundred people were scattered, with each sect having three people. For the big sects, being in the top twenty was an easy task.
There were even sects where all three disciples made it to the finals, such as the Wanfa Sect and the Jian Sect.
Jiang Yan challenged his way up from the last place, with unstoppable force all the way, from nineteenth to fifteenth, and he only rested once in the middle.
From fifteenth to tenth, he rested twice.
Starting from the tenth one, every time he challenged someone, he would meditate for a quarter of an hour to half an hour.
After entering the top six, he began to swallow pills - recovery pills that had been checked by the referee - to help him restore his spiritual power within half an hour.
Seeing how he had come this far, everyone was filled with admiration, and many even regarded Jiang Yan as an object of worship.
If there are people who make sarcastic remarks like before, we won’t just give them a look of contempt, but will simply gag them, drag them out of the venue, and beat them up!
Jiang Yan defeated the third-ranked Duan Yue from the Sword Sect, and the second-ranked Lin Fu from the Wanfa Sect.
Standing in front of Ling Hanzhang, who ranked first in the overall ranking.
Jiang Yan spent a full half hour regulating his breathing backstage.
"Han Zhang, thank you for waiting for a long time." Jiang Yan calmly walked onto the stage with a sword in hand.
He thought his tone was very gentle, but after several hours of fighting, the young man was covered in blood and dust, and he was full of momentum and murderous intent!
Before Ling Hanzhang could say anything, he was hit by a murderous aura.
“……” He wiped his face and grasped the sword in his hand.
Others may not know, but he knows how strong Jiang Yan is.
Ling Hanzhang took a deep breath, his expression solemn.
“Please give me some advice!”
"Please." Jiang Yan also responded in a deep voice.
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