Liu Cui'e looked at Lai Siyu proudly. This time she didn't look like a peacock anymore. Instead, she looked like a victorious rooster walking out the door with her head held high, leading three unhappy hens.
The three of them walked for a while before Lai Siyu went out. It was really enough to encounter such a lunatic so early in the morning.
Walking out of the alley, the street was already crowded with people, and there were a lot of monks and nuns.
The number of people leaving the city was the same as the number entering, like two countercurrents surging back and forth, passing through the city gate.
As people flowed out of the city gate, the scene outside the city was different from when she came in. Ten magnificent arenas were lined up in a row. Beside each arena stood a flagpole more than ten feet high, and the flag flying on the flagpole had the name of the sect written on it.
Behind the ten large arenas are hundreds of arenas arranged in order of size, with the arenas becoming smaller as you go further back.
There was a distance of at least thirty feet between the arenas. All the arenas were surrounded by people, and the arenas of the ten major sects were even more crowded.
It has been a long time since I felt this way. Lai Siyu felt that this scene was comparable to the free eggs distributed in shopping malls in China.
It's just that the people crowded here are all cultivators above the Nascent Soul stage. (Those below the Nascent Soul stage can't squeeze in at all.)
In this spiritual world, the ground is full of incarnations and Nascent Souls are as numerous as dogs. The Jindan cultivators in Zhangzhou always keep their dignity high and never try to squeeze in with others.
But here, all the Nascent Soul and Divine Incarnation cultivators are crowded together. How can any of them have the demeanor of a high-level cultivator?
Eleven small arenas were divided on the big arena of the ten major sects, ten of which were one-on-one challenges, and the middle one was a group challenge.
Boom, boom, boom! In the void, a massive war drum roared, and hundreds of horns blew simultaneously. A beautiful female cultivator in a pink palace dress suddenly appeared on the drums and loudly announced, "The ring competition has begun!"
The female cultivators retreated, the war drums stopped beating, and people from hundreds of arenas stood up at the same time to announce the start of the competition.
The single-player challenge in the arena is divided into two parts: the early Nascent Soul stage, which is below the sixth level of Nascent Soul, and the late Nascent Soul stage, which is above the sixth level of Nascent Soul.
There is no restriction on cultivation level in group games. As long as you have the ability, you can form a team with teammates in the late Nascent Soul stage. If you can't form a team with high-level teammates, don't complain that it's unfair.
When the ring match was announced to start, monks rushed out from the dense crowd and landed on the ring, just like the blackheads on their faces were suddenly squeezed out.
As if by prior agreement, the first wave of cultivators to take the stage were all cultivators at the first or second Nascent Soul stage. The arena was encased in a powerful magical formation, separating each stage while also protecting the lives of both competitors.
This should be a formation that only Mahayana cultivators are capable of setting up. In the arena, real swords and guns are used for fighting, and the attacks of Yuanying cultivators are as fast as lightning. Taking the opponent's life is often a matter of a breath or half a breath.
This formation can promptly determine who is in danger of life and who has been defeated in the fight, and eject that person from the ring in time, forcibly interrupting the fight.
Lai Siyu watched for a while. Less than five minutes later, more than a dozen people were ejected from the arena's formation, signifying their failure. Their lives weren't in danger, but injuries were inevitable. Everyone took two healing pills before entering the arena, lest they be trampled to death by the onlookers after being ejected due to their severe injuries and limited mobility.
Life in the world of cultivation is worthless, and dying is a waste. Don't expect anyone to take responsibility for your death. There's no pension or anything like that, but your belongings will be snatched away after you die.
The people on the stage kept coming and going, and no one could stay there for long. Team competitions were almost entirely a test of cultivation, and having a higher-level cultivator in a group was almost a sure win. Therefore, when team competitions began, they were all Yuanhou cultivators.
Seeing this, Lai Siyu could understand the choice made by Zhong Jiajian and others. After all, that woman with her nose in the air was at the tenth level of Nascent Soul cultivation. Even a fool would know to choose her.
But I don't know if they have found new teammates. Just thinking about that woman's character makes my head feel like it's been choked by athlete's foot.
Lai Siyu patiently squeezed in the crowd and watched for a long time, and gained a full understanding of the combat power of the Yuanying cultivators in the spiritual world.
She would put herself into every competition and imagine how she would respond to win if she were fighting against the opponent.
Of course, she didn't find anything special about the Nascent Soul cultivators in the Spirit Realm. But when she thought about the fact that the competitors were all independent cultivators and no one from a legitimate sect participated, Lai Siyu felt relieved.
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