Chapter 18 Mask of Pain
Dugu Fang said: "Next we will enter the preliminary round. As usual, two-on-two battles, the winner advances, the loser is eliminated."
As he spoke, Dugu Fang waved his hand and a dense number of small stone tablets suddenly appeared in the air. These stone tablets turned into streams of light and fell in front of every outer disciple in the square.
Lu Yi took the stone tablet floating in front of him, took a look at it, and saw the words engraved on it: 101-25.
Lu Yi had some understanding of this. Although he had never participated in the outer sect competition, he had watched it several times.
The number is preceded by the arena number and followed by the match number. Together, it means arena No. 101, match No. 25.
This martial arts arena is extremely huge, with 320 rings, and ring No. 101 is considered to be in the front.
At this time, Wang Wulian, who was standing next to him, looked at his own stone tablet and said, "I'm on stage No. 28. What about you?"
Lu Ling smiled slightly: "I am No. 211."
Wang Xinqi said, "I'm number 7."
The three looked at Lu Yi, and Lu Yi smiled: "Number 101."
Wang Wulian and the other two immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Wang Xinqi smiled and said, "Fortunately, I'm not on the same stage with Junior Brother Lu, otherwise I would be in trouble."
"Yes, with Junior Brother Lu Yi's strength, if he is unlucky in a competition, he might be eliminated in the first few rounds." Wang Wulian nodded in agreement.
Lu Yi smiled and said, "Thank you for the compliments, my brothers. I am not that strong."
The three rolled their eyes, not believing Lu Yi's nonsense. Didn't they know whether this guy was strong or not? Just as they were talking, Dugu Fang's voice sounded again: "Okay, next, all the participating disciples go to their respective arena areas, and the referees are in place."
As soon as Dugu Fang finished speaking, deacons landed on the stages in the sky. They were the referees of this outer sect competition.
Lu Yi smiled at Wang Wulian and the other two and said, "Three brothers, I wish you a successful start."
The three of them looked at each other and nodded.
Lu Ling smiled and said, "Thank you for your good words, Junior Brother! If you say so, I'm sure you will win the competition."
Wang Wulian grinned and laughed: "I'll go first!"
Wang Xinqi was a little nervous and said with a smile: "Then I'll leave too."
The four of them separated, and Lu Yi walked towards the No. 101 ring.
Soon, he found Arena No. 101. There were already hundreds of people standing below the arena, all of them were outer disciples who were competing in this arena.
These disciples originally had somewhat relaxed expressions, but after seeing Lu Yi, the expressions on their faces froze.
"Brother Lu?!"
"Fuck, why am I so unlucky?! I'm actually on the same stage with Senior Brother Lu?!"
“Ahhh!! I was hoping to get into the top 1,000! I hope I don’t run into Junior Brother Lu in the first few rounds…”
The faces of the outer disciples were filled with despair.
Lu Yi said he was innocent and that he had no right to choose which arena he would be on.
The deacon on the ring was named Feng Tian, a middle-aged man with ordinary looks. He naturally recognized Lu Yi, who had become very famous in the outer sect in recent days, and couldn't help but take a few more glances at him.
I have to say, this boy Lu Yi is really good-looking and should be very popular with girls. But I don’t know if his strength is really as strong as the rumors say?
You'll know soon.
As the outer disciples found their own arenas one by one, Dugu Fang on the central arena said, "We can begin now."
After saying this, Dugu Fang put his hands behind his back, rose into the air, and came to the sky to stand with the other elders.
A middle-aged man with black hair smiled slightly: "Thank you for your hard work, Great Elder."
Gu Dufang looked at the arena below and said calmly, "The outer sect is where our Baiyun Sect trains elites, and the outer sect competition is of utmost importance. As the great elder of the outer sect, these are what I should do. Why is it so hard?"
"Grand Elder Gao Yi!"
"We should also learn from the Great Elder."
The elders all spoke up one after another.
Gu Dufang sighed: "Unfortunately, the number of people who can pass the audition this year has not increased much. It seems that it is difficult to find outstanding talents..."
Hearing this, Qi Feiyu, the elder of the Affairs Hall, laughed and said, "Great Elder, this is not true. You have been in seclusion this month, but you didn't know that our outer sect has recently produced a genius."
Hearing this, Dugu Fang was stunned, looked at Qi Feiyu, and asked curiously: "Oh? What genius?"
"I'm sure the other elders should know about this. Lu Yi from Bailing Peak has practiced the Baiyun swordsmanship to the point of returning to its original simplicity." Qi Feiyu said with a smile.
"Lu Yi? I have heard of this kid's name recently. I heard that he has a good understanding."
"Yes, I heard that Lin Feng went out of the sect some time ago and asked Liu Ningshuang, the True Master of the Liu family, to preach on his behalf. The True Master of the Liu family was very optimistic about Lu Yi."
"In my opinion, with this level of understanding, he may become a core disciple in the future."
Many elders were discussing Lu Yi one after another.
Hearing everyone's discussion, Gu Dufang's eyes lit up slightly, and he said, "To comprehend the Baiyun Sword Technique to the state of returning to the original state? This comprehension is indeed extraordinary. Those of us in Baiyun Sect who can comprehend the art to the state of returning to the original state will have achieved great success. And they are also favored by Liu Zhenchuan? Perhaps there is hope for a breakthrough to the Nascent Soul stage?"
Dugu Fang became happier as he spoke, and asked, "How old is Lu Yi?"
"This..." Everyone looked at each other. They were all elders, so why would they ask such a question? At this time, Qi Feiyu smiled slightly and said, "Lu Yi's parents are deacons of our Baiyun Sect. They work in our affairs hall. I know that the child is only sixteen years old. I heard that he broke through to the seventh level of Qi training some time ago."
"Only sixteen years old? Great!" Dugu Fang smiled: "Which arena is Lu Yi in?"
Qi Feiyu had been paying attention to Lu Yi from the beginning. After hearing what Dugu Fang said, he pointed directly: "It's at Arena No. 101."
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As Dugu Fang announced the competition, Feng Tian, who was standing on the stage, said, "Okay, number one, come on stage."
Suddenly, two monks with number one engraved on their stone tablets jumped onto the stage.
Lu Yi took a look and saw that the two cultivators were both at the sixth level of Qi training. In fact, after the auditions, the number of cultivators at the sixth level of Qi training was the largest, followed by the fifth and seventh levels of Qi training.
There are not many people who have reached the eighth level of Qi training in the entire Baiyun Sect's outer sect, only about a thousand or so. There are even fewer people who have reached the ninth level of Qi training, and as for the tenth level of Qi training, there are less than ten people.
The two Qi training sixth level disciples saluted each other and then began to fight. Lu Yi was very interested in the beginning, but soon felt bored. Both of them did not master the skills well enough, one was only at a minor success and the other did not even reach a minor success. Lu Yi looked at those moves full of flaws and felt almost embarrassed.
With this kind of magic, he can kill people with his eyes closed...
After the two noobs fought each other for a while, the disciple who had achieved some success in magic was better and won.
After one game ended, the second one started soon. After round after round, Lu Yi almost fell asleep while waiting.
When Lu Yi thought about having to fight for several rounds in this arena, he put on the mask of pain.
(End of this chapter)
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