Chapter 17 The Image is Lost
The martial arts arena area is now crowded with people, and a large number of outer disciples have come here.
Some people come here to participate in the competition, and some come here to watch the competition.
Those who wanted to watch the competition could not enter the martial arts square and could only watch in the outer area. There were also a large number of people standing on the nearby mountains to watch. They were all Qigong cultivators and had good eyesight, so they could see clearly.
In addition to the outer sect disciples, there were also outer sect deacons and elders. Most of them flew in the air with swords, their hands behind their backs, looking like celestial beings.
Compared to Qigong practitioners who cannot fly with swords, their status seems much higher.
At this time, two sword lights streaked across the sky, came to the outside of the martial arts arena, and fell to the ground.
It was Lu Gaoyang and Wang Siqi. Lu Gaoyang was holding someone in his hand, and that person was Lu Yi.
Lu Yi felt the gazes of the outer sect disciples nearby, and his face turned red. After all, he was a well-known person in the outer sect, but he didn't expect to be carried away by someone? His image of being wise and brave was gone...
Lu Yi was determined to break through to the foundation-building stage as soon as possible and learn to fly with a sword as soon as possible!
Lu Gaoyang put Lu Yi on the ground and patted him on the shoulder: "Little boy, just do your best in everything, don't force it."
Wang Siqi smiled slightly: "Yier, come on, mother believes you are the best."
Lu Yi smiled at the two of them: "I understand."
Lu Gaoyang and Wang Siqi nodded slightly, then turned into streams of light and flew into the air, where their colleagues were.
Lu Yi walked towards the martial arts square.
Along the way, the outer disciples greeted Lu Yi with a smile when they saw him.
"Brother Lu Yi."
"Brother Lu Yi, you are here!"
"Senior Brother Lu Yi..."
Lu Yi smiled and nodded in response, and soon arrived at the martial arts square, where all the people participating in the competition were.
Compared to the entire outer sect disciples, there were a lot fewer people participating in the competition, but there were still tens of thousands of people.
The entire square was still crowded with people. These outer disciples were either resting with their eyes closed or chatting in groups of two or three. After seeing Lu Yi, most of them nodded and smiled and greeted him.
"Junior Brother Lu Yi! This way!"
At this time, Lu Yi heard a familiar voice. He turned around and found Lu Ling, Wang Wulian and Wang Xinqi standing by. Lu Ling waved at him with a smile on his face.
Lu Yi smiled and walked over: "Three senior brothers."
"Junior Brother Lu, you are finally here. The auditions are about to begin. I thought you would miss it." Wang Wulian said with a smile.
Lu Ling smiled: "Junior Brother Lu is the son of Deacon Lu Gaoyang. Deacon Lu will definitely bring him here. What are you worried about?"
"Aren't you worried about losing an opponent?" Wang Wulian grinned.
Lu Ling rolled his eyes and said faintly, "Last time we sparred, neither of us won once."
"This time is different! My swordsmanship has reached the highest level!" Wang Wulian grinned, full of confidence: "This time, my goal is to be in the top 30!"
Hearing this, Lu Yi smiled and said, "Congratulations, Senior Brother Wang."
"This is all thanks to you, Junior Brother Lu. I have to thank you." Wang Wulian looked grateful.
While the four were communicating, not long after, a figure crossed the sky and landed on the central stage. It was an old man with gray hair, a serious expression, and wearing a white robe.
He is Dugu Fang, the great elder of Baiyun Sect's outer sect. It is said that his cultivation has reached the peak of the Golden Core stage and he may break through the Golden Core stage and become an Infant at any time. He is considered the strongest in the entire outer sect and even in the entire Baiyun Sect.
With the appearance of Dugu Fang, the originally noisy voices gradually quieted down, and everyone was looking at Dugu Fang on the central stage. This was the majesty of the great elder.
Dugu Fang glanced at the crowd below and said, "It's time for the annual outer sect competition again. I hope that this time, someone can impress me and stand out in Baiyun Sect... Now, the auditions begin. This audition is no different from the previous ones. It only takes one stick of incense to withstand my pressure."
As he spoke, an ordinary incense stick appeared in Gu Dufang's hand. He didn't make any movement and lit the incense directly.
Dugu Fang then threw the incense, and the wooden stick of the incense was like gold and iron, directly inserted into the stone slab of the central arena and burned slowly.
"Let's get started."
As he spoke, an extremely powerful pressure was released from Dugu Fang's body, spreading in all directions, and finally slowly enveloped the entire martial arts square.
Suddenly, all the disciples participating in the competition felt a tightness in their chests. Many of them turned pale on the spot, and some even coughed up blood and fell to the ground unconscious.
Most of those who come to take part in the assessment are cultivators at the fifth level of Qi training or above, but there are always some young and frivolous outer disciples who think they are special. Even those at the third or fourth level of Qi training will come to participate in the competition, thinking that they may become famous in one fell swoop.
There are many such disciples in every competition.
But obviously, they were not special. Under the pressure of the golden elixir, they couldn't even hold out for a breath.
Compared to these people, although the cultivators at the fifth level of Qi training generally feel a heaviness in their chest, they can still withstand it by circulating their spiritual energy.
The higher the level of cultivation of the outer disciples, the better their performance. Facing such pressure, Lu Yi felt like a breeze blowing on his face and had almost no reaction.
He glanced at the people around him. Wang Wulian and Lu Ling seemed very relaxed and didn't seem to have any reaction. Wang Xinqi was relatively worse, his face was a little pale, but compared to those cultivators who were at the fifth or sixth level of Qi training, Wang Xinqi was already quite good.
At this moment, Lu Yi thought of something and said to himself: "I want to pass the audition."
Although he has already accepted the task of the competition, what if he can also have an audition task?
However, after Lu Yi waited for a while, there was no change on the panel. Obviously, he could not accept the task.
Lu Yi felt a little regretful, but he didn't feel surprised. The loophole was too big. According to his research on the task panel, the possibility of success was not high.
Lu Yi didn't think about it any more.
As time went by, many cultivators at the fifth level of Qi training began to shake and had difficulty standing steadily. Some even fell directly to the ground and were unable to pass the audition.
Wang Wulian and Lu Ling also began to circulate their spiritual energy. They looked at Lu Yi and were impressed. He was only at the seventh level of Qi training, but he didn't even need to circulate his spiritual energy to easily resist the pressure from the great elder.
Soon, the incense stick of time was over, and Gu Dufang dissipated his pressure. Not even half of the disciples were still standing in the martial arts square.
Most of the disciples who are at the fifth level of Qi training cannot even pass the auditions. Most of those who can pass the auditions are above the fifth level of Qi training.
Dugu Fang took a look at these disciples and felt a little disappointed. The quality of the outer sect remained the same this time.
But he was not too surprised, and just said: "Those who passed the audition will stay, and the rest of you, leave the martial arts square."
The failed outer disciples had bitter faces and supported each other as they left the square. The disciple who had fainted was also taken away by someone they knew.
Soon, only the disciples who passed the audition were left in the entire square. Even so, there were still nearly 10,000 people, which could be said to be an extremely exaggerated number.
In the past, each competition would last for several days, which was not without reason, after all, there were too many disciples in the Baiyun Sect.
Thanks to the poor book master for the 100 reward (end of this chapter)
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