The top ten sects have the most people in front of the arena, and they are eliminated the fastest. Of course, this is also related to the fact that they have more power of faith.
After each fight, the winner would receive a crystal-clear stone, which looked similar to a spirit stone, but was rounder and slightly smaller.
The spiritual world calls this condensation of faith power a wish stone, which is also divided into low, medium, high and top grades.
Mengqin had told Lai Siyu that a low-grade wish stone contained the faith power of ten thousand people for a day. A mid-grade one contained the faith power of one hundred thousand people for a day. A high-grade one contained the faith power of one million people for a day. And a top-grade one contained the faith power of ten million people for a day.
The reward for a single Arena match is one low-grade wish stone. Winning five matches in a row will reward you with five more low-grade wish stones. Winning ten matches in a row will also reward you with ten more low-grade wish stones.
If you win first place, you will receive a hundred mid-grade wish stones as prizes and the opportunity to join the sect.
No wonder such generous rewards attract so many monks.
"Oh, what a pity for Jiang Yuanhai. He lost in the ninth round."
"Look who he met, Jiao Shizhong, who is ranked 78th on the Huijue Star Elite List."
"Tsk tsk, it seems that those on the elite list can't sit still anymore."
"Bah, what elite list? If I meet the core disciples of those sects, I probably won't be able to withstand even a single move from them!"
"You also said that they are the sect's elite disciples. Aren't these people on the elite list participating in the war just to win a place in the sect?"
"Hey, I was thinking of going down and giving it a try, but now they're on the ring, what's left for us?"
"Yes, the ones left on these stages are all independent cultivators ranked in the top 100 of the elite list. We don't stand a chance. Let's try our luck with the small and medium-sized sects at the back!"
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Since the people on the so-called elite list appeared on the arena, some of the monks waiting in front of the arena from the ten major sects began to leave one after another, and there were finally not so many people surrounding the arena.
The people around her relaxed, and Lai Siyu finally felt a little relieved. After watching for a long time, she was itching to challenge. After watching a few more games, there were not so many people challenging, and the ones defending the title were still the ones who were ranked in the top 100 of the elite list.
"My name is Jiao Shizhong. Is there anyone else who wants to challenge me?"
"Zhou Ziyu, is there anyone else who wants to challenge me?"
"Linghu Wan'er, is there anyone else who wants to challenge me?"
"Dugu Chongming, is there anyone else who wants to challenge me?"
"Cheng Xingmin, is there anyone else who wants to challenge me?"
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"Jiao Shizhong and Pang Qihu are here to seek advice!"
"Zhou Ziyu, Wu Baichuan comes to seek advice!"
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"Cheng Xingmin, Lai Siyu is here to seek advice!"
As soon as the words were spoken, a gray shadow shot out from the crowd and landed steadily on a stage in the late Nascent Soul stage.
As soon as Lai Siyu appeared on the stage, he caused an uproar among the surrounding monks.
A female cultivator at the sixth level of the Nascent Soul stage actually challenged the cultivator ranked 28th on the elite list right from the start, not to mention that the cultivator was only at the tenth level of the Nascent Soul stage.
Crazy, this woman must be crazy!
Isn't this just asking to be beaten?
"Humph, is this woman trying to attract Fellow Daoist Cheng's attention in this way?"
"Oh, Fellow Daoist Cheng, I don't even know you. Look how jealous you are! But if this woman really wants to use this method to attract Cheng Xingmin's attention, then she's making a mistake. Cheng Xingmin is not a man who sympathizes with women."
"You women are such a jerk! What's so good about Cheng Xingmin? He's like a lump of ice!"
"Tsk, if you're jealous of me, just say so. I'm practicing ice-based techniques, so how can I be warm if not freezing?"
"Look, a fight has started. Can that woman hold her own against Cheng Xingmin?"
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The man in front of Lai Siyu had a frosty face and a cold aura. He did not let his guard down or underestimate his opponent just because Lai Siyu was a few levels lower than him.
The word "please" fell to the ground like a lump of ice. Cheng Xingming poked and stabbed with his sword, sending snowflakes drifting down from the sky, covering up his whereabouts.
The entire arena turned into a world of ice and snow, with endless white snow and snowflakes flying all over the sky. There was a murderous intent in the tranquility.
As expected of a cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage, he brought his opponent into the illusion dominated by him with just one sword.
Suddenly, the sky was filled with snowflakes that flew wildly, and all the snowflakes shot towards Lai Siyu like flying knives.
Lai Siyu swung the sword in her hand, and a fire dragon with bared fangs and claws wrapped around her. The snowflakes around her were immediately evaporated by the flames after touching the fire dragon. Not a single snowflake could break through the fire dragon and hurt Lai Siyu.
Afterwards, she slashed the ground fiercely with the big knife in her hand. Thousands of fiery red sword auras slashed the ground, and tens of thousands of cracks were cut into the ground and quickly spread out.
At this moment, the illusion disappeared, the arena reappeared, and Cheng Xingmin, with a pale face, was bounced back by the formation.
How is that possible?
How could Cheng Xingmin lose?
Everyone in the audience had an expression of shock, their eyeballs were falling to the ground and rolling around, but no one was willing to pick them up.
It's incredible!
A cultivator at the sixth level of the Nascent Soul stage actually defeated a cultivator at the Nascent Soul stage with just one move!
Lai Siyu stood on the stage with a smile and saluted Cheng Xingmin with a fist: "Thank you!"
The person in charge of the ring had already handed her a wish stone. Lai Siyu took the raw stone and stood there with a smile, waiting for someone to challenge her.
However, Lai Siyu's smile soon turned into a sad look. The other nine arenas had waves of people coming in, but she didn't have a single challenger.
Girl, you used too much force when you first attacked. A person at the tenth level of Yuanying couldn't even withstand a single move from you. Who the hell would dare to mess with you?
The key point is that this girl is in trouble. She only has one wishing stone in her pocket. Look at the guys next to her, they have at least ten wishing stones in their pockets.
"Fellow Daoist, since no one has challenged me, can I challenge others?" Lai Siyu asked the monk who was in charge of the arena.
"Okay, but if you leave this arena, the points you have on this arena will be invalid and cannot be accumulated." The deacon said with rare enthusiasm. This kind of cultivator with strong combat power and young age is most likely to catch the attention of an elder in the sect, so of course he has to be nicer to him.
If you don’t want to accumulate, then don’t accumulate. You won’t gain anything by staying here anyway, so you might as well take the initiative to find others.
Lai Siyu looked around the entire arena with a smile, and finally her gaze stopped on a baby-faced male cultivator on the ring next to her.
The baby-faced male cultivator had just knocked a challenger off the ring. When he saw Lai Siyu looking at him with a smile, the hairs all over his body immediately stood up.
Damn, he has won nine games in a row and the tenth game is coming soon. Don’t you dare try to hit on me.
"Fellow Daoist, please don't come over here. It's almost the tenth round. If I can win consecutively, I wouldn't mind giving you five low-grade wish stones..."
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