The two were startled and stepped back quickly.
But it was too late.
A bright knife light flashed across the chests of the two men, and the next moment, a long bloody mark was cut diagonally on their chests.
The sudden scene not only made the two people from the Wuyi Sect on the stage unable to react, but also the people watching the fight below the stage were a little slow to react.
When he could see the scene clearly again, the two people from the Wuyi Sect had fallen to the ground seriously injured, while Wu Shaoqi was holding a straight knife in his hand, pointing it at the ground, with a calm expression on his face.
Before, Wu Shaoqi had never used weapons, and everyone thought that he was more focused on boxing or kicking. As a result, we now know that the opponent is not like that at all. It is just that the time has not come for real fighting, so there is no need for it.
The two men from the Wuyi Sect were injured, but they did not admit defeat.
Wu Shaoqi didn't say anything, he just strode towards the two men with a knife in hand.
The Wuyi Sect refused to admit defeat, which meant they were still competing. They clearly had no chance of winning, but they still didn't admit defeat. Wu Shaoqi naturally didn't bother to waste time with them.
Wu Shaoqi has never killed anyone or seen blood, so his heart is indeed not that cruel.
But if the Wuyi Sect wants to drag this on, they are dreaming.
Wait until the two disciples recover from their injuries before fighting again?
You're thinking too much. He's not such a kind person at all.
Even if it doesn't lead to killing them directly, it should be okay to make them lose all their fighting power.
Wu Shaoqi in the stands rushed towards the two disciples with a straight knife in his hand, and the elders of the Wuyi Sect also became anxious.
One of them was seriously injured just now, and if these two were killed by Wu Shaoqi, the strength of their Wuyi Sect would be greatly reduced.
This was not what he wanted to see, so Wu Shaoqi walked towards the two men with a knife in hand. The elder of the Wuyi Sect sighed and said, "Admit defeat."
The elders of the Wuyi Sect helped the two men admit defeat, and Wu Shaoqi was a little disappointed.
After taking a look at the two of them, Wu Shaoqi bared his teeth and said, "What a pity."
After saying this, Wu Shaoqi put away his knife and jumped off the stage.
Although the first two members of the Wuyi Sect won, they were also injured.
Wu Shaoqi knocked down one person first, then injured two more. All five disciples of the Wuyi Sect were now on the stage.
Now that the last two people have lost, the Wuyi Sect has naturally lost as well.
The referee announced that Wanhuang Sect won, and Wu Shaoqi also walked to where everyone from Wanhuang Sect was standing.
As soon as he walked over, Meng Changjin, Elder Cen Rong, and Elder Huaishui all patted him on the shoulders and said, "Good boy, you did a good job."
The other people from the Wanhuang Sect also cheered when they saw Wu Shaoqi.
Once upon a time, Wu Shaoqi was a waste and a disgusting representative in Wanhuang Sect, but today, he has become the pride of Wanhuang Sect.
"Everyone has done well. After the competition is over, everyone will receive rewards." Meng Changjin glanced at everyone from the Wanhuang Sect, smiled slightly, and spoke.
"Yeah! Long live the master! Long live Senior Brother Shaoqi!" The disciples of Wanhuang Sect raised their hands and exclaimed.
Meng Changjin said nothing.
The Wanhuang Sect's competition has ended. Although Wu Shaoqi did not reveal much of his strength, those present are probably wary of him.
The disciples were about to go and watch the competitions on other stages. Meng Changjin and the two elders did not stop them, but gave Yao Bingyu a look. Yao Bingyu nodded seriously and followed Wu Shaoqi closely.
Wu Shaoqi looked at Yao Bingyu who was following behind him and shrugged helplessly, but didn't say much. Just let her follow.
Alas, Wu Shaoqi is a good person, why does the master always think that he is a super troublemaker who feels uncomfortable if he doesn't cause trouble for a day? Previously, because the Wanhuang Sect was going to compete with the Wuyi Sect, they were not sure about the mode, so everyone stayed on the sixth stage and did not move.
The competition started, and I wanted to cheer on my teammates who were going on stage, so I naturally couldn't leave.
Now that the competition is over, everyone wants to go to other arenas to see what level the disciples from other sects are at.
The disciples dispersed to other arenas, but Meng Changjin, the two elders, and several peak masters did not leave.
At this moment, several people seemed to be watching the game in the stands, but they were actually communicating through voice transmission.
Although Meng Changjin's main purpose before was to attach her spiritual consciousness to the drawing ball, after walking around all ten arenas, she was able to easily see through the strength of some cultivators whose cultivation was not as good as hers.
Now, Meng Changjin is transmitting the news to the two elders and several peak masters.
After learning about the specific strength distribution of these people, the two elders and several peak masters frowned.
They were too idealistic in their initial thoughts. After the Wanhuang Sect had no shortage of elixirs and acquired the Soul Refining Technique, it did make rapid progress.
But the time is still too short. If they were given ten years, the disciples would definitely have grown up.
But there were only a few months, and what could be done in a few months? The strength was improved, but there was no time to learn how to fight the enemy.
In the competition with Wuyimen, the first two people completely ignored their injuries. Although they seriously injured the opponent, they were also seriously injured and lost the competition.
So now Elder Cen Rong and the others are not as optimistic as they were at the beginning.
The original idea was to get into the top thirty, and strive for the top twenty.
Now I am starting to think about getting into the top 40 or strive for the top 30.
When Meng Changjin saw their expressions, he knew that they had all lost some confidence.
When she told this story, she could have guessed how they would react.
However, when he saw the expressions of several people, Meng Changjin's face turned cold.
If they keep this mentality, the Wanhuang Sect will never make progress.
"Everyone, are you scared after hearing all this? Cultivators should fight, and disciples dare to fight even though they know they can't win. As elders and peak masters, are you scared?" Meng Changjin's tone was a little cold. If they don't even dare to fight, then she thinks the elders of Wanhuang Sect should be replaced.
It’s too lifeless, how can we make progress?
Hearing Meng Changjin's cold voice, Elder Cen Rong and others suddenly woke up.
Yes, they were so scared. When did they become so timid?
They are monks after all. What kind of monks are they if they are so timid?
"We thought wrongly." Elder Cen Rong said in a voice transmission.
Just in the first game, we lost two games in a row.
Although the Wanhuang Sect won in the end, their morale was still hit.
But they forgot that the two people who came on stage were restricted and not allowed to use spiritual power to assist.
If there was assistance from spiritual consciousness, the result would definitely not be like this.
It’s just that Elder Cen Rong and others think it’s just a training, so there’s no need to use all their strength.
This was the first place where they went astray.
Although there is the intention of training disciples, the most important thing is the opportunity to enter the Binary Secret Realm.
"Well, the Monks' Alliance should have a way to intervene in the drawing of lots. Our opponents were not drawn by chance, but were directly arranged by the Monks' Alliance." Seeing that everyone was in high spirits and not as gloomy as at the beginning, Meng Changjin casually talked about her discovery.
However, she did not say that she had cut off the spiritual consciousness attached to the drawing ball.
Some things can be said, but some things cannot be said.
Upon hearing that the result of the draw was actually the arrangement of the Monks' Alliance, Elder Cen Rong and the others were only slightly surprised but accepted this fact.
I was a little skeptical at the beginning. How could it be such a coincidence that the top ten sects all avoided it.
Now that it is confirmed that the Monks' Alliance did interfere with the outcome of the draw, it is natural that everyone suddenly realizes.
"In other words, what kind of opponents we will encounter next is all arranged by the Monks' Alliance." Elder Huaishui frowned, but there was nothing he could do.
There is no evidence for this matter, and no one would believe it if I told them, but it is really unpleasant to be arranged like this.
"Yeah." Meng Changjin hummed and didn't say much.
Let me give you a heads up first. If the result of the subsequent draw is unbelievable, it will be all the fault of the Monks' Alliance, and it has nothing to do with her.
When the sun in the sky moved from the east to the center, and then from the center to the west, the first round of the game finally ended.
The fifty-five winning sects and the fifty-five losing sects were all revealed.
The Wanhuang Sect is naturally on the side of the winning sect.
The fifty-five defeated sects will have another match in the afternoon, while the fifty-five winning sects can go back and rest after drawing out tomorrow's opponents.
This time the drawing of lots was not done in the main hall, but directly on a stage.
Fifty-five games were played in pairs, plus one sect had a bye, so there were only twenty-eight games in total. Therefore, when the Monks' Alliance drew lots, they only put in balls numbered one to twenty-eight.
Among them, the sect that drew number 28 was directly promoted to the next round.
The leader does not necessarily have to come to draw the lots; each sect can just send a representative to draw the lots.
Some sects sent elders, and some sent talented disciples. On the Wanhuang Sect's side, Meng Changjin decisively sent Wu Shaoqi out.
When Wu Shaoqi came on stage, he was under tremendous pressure. He was asked to decide on tomorrow's opponent. He was really afraid that he would be drawn from a sect in the top ten, which would be a disaster.
Although I want to be the best in the world, I don't have the strength yet, so how can I not panic? This time the draw is not based on the ranking order of the last competition, but on the order of the winners this time.
Meng Changjin, who was sitting in the audience, took a look at the first sect that went up and ignored it.
Closing his eyes, Meng Changjin's spiritual sense touched dozens of silk threads in his sea of consciousness, and he could clearly see what number was on that thread.
After the top 20 sects came up, Meng Changjin began to make arrangements.
The shady dealings are not something that only the Monks' Alliance can do!
When the representative of the top 20 sects took out the drawing ball, Yun Che, who was presiding over the drawing, changed his expression slightly.
What's going on? According to his arrangement, this number shouldn't have been drawn.
Was it the person controlling the drawing ball who made a mistake, or was it that the drawing of the sect represented its own reasons?
Yun Che had no idea. After all, the drawing ball was not controlled by him. Now that he had to preside over the drawing, he had no way of asking the person in charge.
Moreover, drawing lots does not necessarily mean that all arrangements will go as planned. If the person drawing the lots just doesn't take the ball that is handed to him, there is nothing they can do about it.
So as long as there aren't too many mistakes, don't worry about it.
The drawing of lots continued, and fortunately, the results of the next few draws were all within his expectations.
Then, it was the Wanhuang Sect’s turn.
Wu Shaoqi noticed Meng Changjin's gaze, stood up and prepared to go on stage to draw lots.
As he took a step, Wu Shaoqi paused, then naturally raised his foot, walked to the front, and jumped onto the stage.
Walking to the box made of spirit stone, Wu Shaoqi took a look at the box, then rolled up his sleeves and reached his hand into the hole above the box.
Then everyone saw the young man on the stage having a constantly changing expression. Sometimes he was conflicted, sometimes he was determined. Before he could even hold his determination for two seconds, he became even more conflicted and nervous, with all kinds of expressions appearing at the same time.
People from other sects were deeply touched when they saw Wu Shaoqi showing these expressions.
It's normal to feel anxious and worried.
After all, if you accidentally draw a strong opponent, that would not be a good thing.
On the Wanhuang Sect's side, everyone else felt the same way, except Meng Changjin. If he hadn't controlled his expression well, his mouth would probably have twitched.
This kid, that's enough! This is too much acting, that's enough!
Obviously, Wu Shaoqi still wanted to perform for a while longer, and he continued to be hesitant and nervous for a long time, and even other people began to frown.
I know you're struggling with the lottery, but it's almost time. You've been trying all the lottery balls for so long, right? Still can't pick one? When everyone started to frown, Wu Shaoqi on the stage finally seemed to have made up his mind and took a ball out of the box.
He turned his face away, raised his hands, and said loudly, "You didn't draw a bad one, did you?"
Seeing Wu Shaoqi's performance, everyone was speechless, but they didn't care about it at this time. They all looked at the small ball in Wu Shaoqi's hand, wanting to see how many numbers the Wanhuang Sect had drawn.
After seeing this, many people's faces were distorted.
"Damn, this kid is so lucky!"
"grass!"
The number Wu Shaoqi drew was not any other number but number 28 which was a bye.
Others went there to train troops, but Meng Changjin was not.
Since you can have a bye, why not? It's not like you have nothing to do after eating.
So when Wu Shaoqi went on stage, she sent a message to tell him that after he put his hand into the box, a small ball would fly into his hand and he could just draw it.
It turns out that Wu Shaoqi is also a great actor, and he prepared a lot of scenes for this draw.
After hearing the voices from the audience, Wu Shaoqi seemed relieved and turned to look at his palm.
After seeing the numbers clearly, Wu Shaoqi showed an ecstatic look on his face: "It turned out to be a bye, my luck is so good!"
After saying this happily, Wu Shaoqi took the ball and showed it to everyone in Wanhuang Sect. Then, amidst the envious and jealous gazes of everyone who wanted to beat this lucky guy to death, he quickly stepped off the stage and rushed into the crowd of Wanhuang Sect.
Wu Shaoqi stepped down from the stage, but Yun Che, who was presiding over the drawing of lots, had a dark face.
That's not his arrangement!
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