Chapter 227: Thin arms and legs, can't be beaten

It is spring again, and the Zhongzhou Competition, which has been postponed for three years, has finally resumed.

This time, it is the individual competition for the youth group.

The stands were still crowded, as if the farce three years ago had long since disappeared in time.

"Will the Supreme Sect come this time?"

"I don't know. I heard that Lin Du is going to die. Is it true?"

"It's hard to say. Who knows?"

At least some news about other people's geniuses would leak out every day in a sect with tens of thousands of people, but the Supreme Sect has few people and is the smallest sect among the big sects. It is not even certain whether the person is dead, alive, or half-dead.

"Hey, they're here! From the Supreme Sect! Yuan Ye who lost his dragon energy, Mo Lin who lost his spirit bones, and the medical practitioner are here. Why aren't the contestants here?"

"Hiss...Is it true that Lin Du is going to die?"

"Lin Du didn't come, but there is another contestant who came. The shortest one is the strongest contender for the top spot in Qin Xinjing this time, Ni Jinxuan."

"I know, I know, but her odds on the handicap are 1 to 3. There is a man from Guiyuan Sect who is in the Great Perfection of Qin Xin Realm. That man, who traveled around before, once defeated a cultivator of Tengyun Realm by surpassing his level. It's hard to say if Ni Jinxuan meets him."

"That's right... looking at a little girl with thin arms and legs, who is so friendly, I guess we can't fight her."

There was a lot of discussion among the people, and the people of the Supreme Sect were also a little nervous.

The reason was simple. The junior master had not come out of retreat yet, and there was even a thick layer of ice at the door of the cave, which was almost a real ice cave. It was unbearable to get close to it, and Yuan Ye's hand even touched the door when he knocked on it.

"I'm so worried... Do you think Junior Master-Uncle really can't catch up?" Yuan Ye felt sorry for the spirit crystal he threw in, because those were all obtained from smashing coffins!

"It's hard to say, but this time we have to execute a group of people to establish our authority, plus we'll compete with the Qinxin realm first, and then the Tengyun realm cultivators." Mo Lin paused, "I think... advancement is important, so it doesn't matter if Junior Master Uncle can't come."

Yuan Ye shook his head, "That's fine."

He looked at Ni Jinxuan solemnly, "Junior sister, it all depends on you! Fight for your reputation!"

He also bet a lot of money on Ni Jinxuan, all of which was hard-earned money from playing the erhu to send people off!

Ni Jinxuan nodded, "Don't worry!"

Yuan Ye smiled, "I have nothing to worry about. When you win, I will be the first to play music to celebrate for you."

"That's not necessary." Ni Jinxuan looked at him warily.

Yuan Ye felt very regretful, "When I went out to sing, people gave me a lot of rewards."

"It's because the boss wants you to leave as soon as you've earned enough money!" No one understands how terrifying Yuan Ye, who knows how to sell his skills, better than Ni Jinxuan.

Soon, the war drums sounded, and the people in charge had been replaced this year. The heads of the major sects and Feng Yi, the acting head, stood in front of the rostrum, and a group of monks wearing soul-forbidden shackles were driven out one after another.

A powerful person in the formless state stood up and denounced the evil demon that had caused a lot of uproar three years ago. He spoke righteously and with great indignation.

The gist of it is that the evil demon seduced a powerful man who was about to survive a calamity, planted someone in his midst, and finally set up an evil formation in the secret realm. However, it was discovered early by the young talents of Zhongzhou, and they worked together to crack the formation. The future of our Zhongzhou youth is promising, and they are literally the backbone of our Zhongzhou's future!

Especially the two array mages represented by Lin Du and Meng Ling, who, at the youngest age, broke the powerful evil array set by the Demon Lord. Lin Du was only 22 years old at the time! His future is limitless, limitless!

The great man spoke passionately, wishing that everyone could understand the difference between a demon king who has lived for a thousand years and a 22-year-old Zhongzhou cultivator! Look at us Zhongzhou cultivators! Geniuses emerge young!

Do you understand the value of a 22-year-old formation mage?

No matter how powerful you evil demons are, you can't even deceive the children of us Zhongzhou!

Feng Yi coughed lightly without making any sound, interrupting the continuous output of the powerful.

Although it was for the purpose of enhancing the power of Zhongzhou, it was really too much to use Lin Du as a target.

But it is obvious that everyone likes to hear these words. Our great continent should not be invaded or provoked.

The Mighty One then began to judge the crimes of these traitors and sentenced them to death.

The audience was very excited, but the Demon Lord was very depressed.

"What do they mean, being young is a big deal? I ate a whole mountain of monsters when I was 22, did I brag about it?"

"Your Majesty, should we save them? It would be embarrassing if we don't save them..."

Qianyu was silent for a moment, his expression uncertain. The guardians and elders behind him also held their breath and waited, thinking that the Venerable was thinking about how to tear apart the prestige of the monks in Zhongzhou.

After a long while, Qianyu asked, "Is this a subordinate of our Holy Sect?"

Demons: ...

"It seems not?"

"I don't know if I've seen it before. It looks a bit out of place. Is it because of the torture by the Zhongzhou cultivators that his cultivation level has declined and he looks ugly?"

Qianyu raised her hand and pressed her temple with a headache, but she only felt a piece of cold metal. She became even angrier, "Are you brainless? You can't even remember this!"

"Ah... yes, I am brainless. Your Majesty, don't you know that?"

The elder who was being questioned said cautiously that he was a formless demon. Not only did he not have a brain, his prototype did not even have concrete limbs.

Qianyu gritted her teeth and said, "If they are not ours, then why should we save them? Get lost! Come back to see me when you have a brain!"

This time, there were no evil spirits causing trouble. All the evil spirits who were captured by the major sects within a year were killed. Death was the most severe punishment.

The venue was cleared again, and this time, it was time for the individual competition among the Qin Xin realm monks from various sects.

There were a total of twenty-five people, fighting in pairs. Some people would definitely be left without a chance in the first match, and a magic tool would be used to automatically draw lots. Soon, the names of the players on each stage appeared in the air.

Ni Jinxuan was lucky to get a bye.

Everyone from the Supreme Sect looked at Ni Jinxuan. What did the junior uncle say? This child is extremely lucky.

There were thirteen people in the second round, and the magic weapons were randomly matched again. Ni Jinxuan still had a bye.

The crowd was talking about it, and the elder was afraid that something might have gone wrong with the magic weapon, so he simply restored the original lottery method.

Ni Jinxuan opened the paper ball, and it was still blank.

Feng Yi looked up at the sky silently. What was going on? He was still counting on Ni Jinxuan to play a few more games to advance.

When it came to the third round, Ni Jinxuan simply volunteered to compete, but the elders refused to believe it and tried drawing lots again.

Seven people stood in a row. Ni Jinxuan opened the note, and it was blank again.

Several elders were annoyed.

"It's a little weird, we have to believe it." Someone whispered.

Ni Jinxuan bowed and said loudly, "Elder, please call me to fight and randomly select one of my opponents and then arrange them. Otherwise, it will be unfair to everyone."

Fighting continuously, even with time to replenish spiritual power and rest, there is indeed some loss.

Her calm and generous attitude suppressed the dissatisfaction of many contestants.

"Sometimes luck is also a kind of strength." A powerful man smiled and said, "But since you asked for it yourself, if others have no objection, it's not impossible."

The other six people certainly had no objection, but soon they felt a little regretful when they were chosen to be Ni Jinxuan's opponent.

He has objections!

Ni Jinxuan also got a physical cultivator. He was almost as tall as Mo Lin, but twice as strong as him. He looked like a small mountain. The fact that he could cultivate to this level at this age showed how hardworking he was.

"Wan Yi of the Pure Yang Sect asks for advice, fellow Taoist."

"Ni Jinxuan of the Supreme Sect asks for advice, fellow Taoist."

The two men introduced themselves and saluted each other, then heard the sound of a war drum and attacked almost at the same time.

Ni Jinxuan did not hold a whip, and the opponent was also unarmed, with only two iron wrist guards on his hands that looked extremely heavy.

The two men came up and punched each other directly. Their spiritual power exploded at the same time. The huge recoil force made them retreat together, and the soles of their shoes left a shallow mark on the stone surface of the platform.

Wan Yi only felt a numbness from his phalanges to his ulna. He never expected that the spiritual power of this little girl, who he couldn't see unless he lowered her head, was so strong.

His expression gradually became solemn. Physical training focuses on body refinement and the integration of one's own physical skills and spiritual power.

This little girl... must have extremely strong spiritual power.

The two men locked eyes, and then attacked again almost at the same time, one kicking and the other punching.

"Do you feel that my junior sister is not as heavy as that person's leg?" Yuan Ye said in a low voice.

"...That's not the case." Mo Lin was silent for a moment. His junior sister knew that the kid's physical strength was not inferior to any physical practitioner of the same age. The only one without muscles in the Supreme Sect might be the goose in the back mountain.

"But I still believe she can do it." Yuan Ye didn't want to recall the pain of being thrown out as a goal-breaker.

Sure enough, after half an incense stick of time, the rumbling sounds on the stage gradually became faster and faster, and the two people went from two-way output to one-way pressure from Ni Jinxuan, pressing forward step by step.

An arm that was bigger than her head was swung over by her but she easily raised it and hit it hard. Then she used her footwork and extremely strange and agile moves to hit the man's knees, lower back and other key but non-fatal parts.

The cultivator was very strong, but not as fast as Jinxuan. He finally grabbed one of Ni Jinxuan's legs and was about to throw her away, but he didn't expect that this was exactly what Jinxuan was thinking.

But the petite female cultivator exerted force on her waist in the air, used the force to stand up, and gave the man a head-on blow.

There was a loud thud, and everyone felt their teeth ache. The body cultivator loosened his hand in pain, but Jin Xuan pulled out her legs and swept the person off the stage.

When the war drums sounded, Jinxuan emerged victorious.