Chapter 368 A Little Fun
Gu Liyue looked at Jingxu and said, "This evil demon is really annoying. It disturbs everyone's peace. Jingxu, please bear with it."
Jingxu replied, "Okay, okay."
After hearing what he said, Gu Liyue said, "I have something else to do. Please feel free to go ahead, Jingxu."
Jingxu nodded and watched Gu Liyue leave. He sighed in his heart: Cultivators have always been on high alert against evil spirits, but I didn't expect that they would be annoying to Gu Liyue, as if they were just a troublesome fly.
He felt that Gu Liyue's expression just now was really as if she saw a fly dirty a dish, and he couldn't help laughing.
Gu Liyue returned to the cave, thinking about everything that happened tonight. She only caught a demon cultivator with low cultivation level. So what was the demon cultivator's intention?
Wen Qinnuan was checking the Bixia Sect's team with the jade slip, and she actually found that one cultivator was missing. It was obvious that the evil demon had replaced that cultivator and entered the Xuantian Sect.
Gu Liyue heard the message Wen Qinnuan sent her, and explained that she had sent someone to check the information entered when she entered the sect in the morning.
The disciples guarding the mountain gate also mentioned that at that time, because there were too many people, the people of Bixia Sect were somewhat dissatisfied. Some disciples did not use spiritual energy to record their cultivation, and only let them report their cultivation level themselves.
Gu Liyue asked, "So, that cultivator was replaced outside the sect, right?"
Wen Qinnuan said, "Yes, I also explained this to their team leader Xia Qing."
"Okay, you have to compete on stage tomorrow, so go get some rest first."
The next day, Gu Liyue came to Jianfeng, where the battle strength competition was held.
When she arrived, the square was already bustling with people and monks were everywhere.
You can see teams from different aristocratic sects wearing their respective uniforms. The Xuantian Sect wears royal blue robes with narrow sleeves and silver edges.
Gu Liyue saw the rest area of Xuantian Sect and walked over.
Each aristocratic family sect designated an area for them to rest and wait.
Looking at everyone's robes, it's easy to tell who is on the same team.
The monks of the Wanfo Sect all wear yellow robes and have a bald head. When they talk to people, they often put their hands together and chant the Buddha's name.
The robes of the disciples of Zixiao Sect are purple, and you can tell at a glance that they are not idle and they walk to other people's rest areas from time to time.
Gu Liyue observed them carefully and found that they were selling their own elixirs, talismans, magical instruments and array plates to people from other aristocratic families and sects.
She couldn't help but laugh. They were treating this as their own trade show, which was a good idea.
Anyway, in terms of combat power, although they have more means, it is still difficult for them to win. Huo Mo doesn't seem to care about this competition. After all, as long as he can get a good ranking in the field he is good at, it will be fine.
The sword cultivators of the Lingyun Sect were resting in the rest area, seemingly gathering their strength. Ling Changfeng stood there, holding his sword, looking towards Gu Liyue. Gu Liyue nodded at him, and he nodded back.
This Ling Changfeng was at the Nascent Soul stage, and there was a good chance he would face off against her in the later stages. Gu Liyue thought that she had come to watch the battle today, and she also wanted to take a closer look at the characteristics of the techniques of these aristocratic families.
This time, the disciples' combat power competition was conducted in groups, and the ranking was based on the points obtained.
There is a limit on the number of people in each team, which is limited to twelve. If you can't get twelve people, you can have fewer people.
The reason why the number was set at twelve was because some families could not find so many skilled fighters below the Jindan level.
Among the fourteen teams of this session of the aristocratic sects, each team reported twelve people.
The competition adopts a round-robin format, requiring each contestant to play once. As for who the opponent will be, the captain can make his own arrangements after the team is designated.
Each player gets 3 points for a win, 2 points for a draw, and 1 point for a loss.
The final ranking depends on the points.
Gu Liyue pondered the rules of this competition and recalled Tian Ji's horse racing. It seemed that the captain's position was very important. Sometimes this kind of competition did not rely on strength, but also on the captain's wisdom!
Although everyone's cultivation is clearly displayed, sometimes cultivation does not represent strength. Which cultivator from which team you meet is decided on the spot, and it also depends on fate to some extent.
She walked up to Xiao Ju and asked, "Who is your captain?"
Xiahou Jingrong was also in the team. He said, "Liyue, it's me."
Gu Liyue asked, "How do you plan to arrange the order of appearance?"
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After chatting with Xiahou Jingrong for a while, she felt more and more that this battle strength contest was a bit of a joke.
Xiahou Jingrong felt something, looking at the list of team members in his hand. In addition to the few familiar people, there were some less familiar ones.
After learning more about it, he discovered that their cultivation was all at the Golden Core Stage, which was considered quite good.
He remembered what Gu Liyue had told him: "Being able to defeat an opponent when your cultivation levels are similar is the greatest victory. Try to approach this situation within a controllable range."
Since there are fourteen teams, seven arenas appeared on the square of Jianfeng. One cultivator from each team can go on stage to compete, and the cycle continues until all one hundred and sixty-eight people have gone on stage once. Each team will be scored according to the points obtained.
The combat power competition of this group of disciples can be completed within one day.
There is a screen on one side of the square that displays the real-time scores of each team.
If anyone has any questions about the points, they can check them at any time.
The competition began, but Gu Liyue didn't pay much attention to the Xuantian Sect's team.
She went to the side of the arena where the disciples of Wanfo Temple were competing and saw a tall and strong monk standing on the stage, waiting for his opponent, who was a disciple of the Cheng family.
Gu Liyue was amazed. Why could one party wait so long in the audience before going on stage? The monk also looked nonchalant.
If Xuantian Sect encountered such an opponent, the chances of gaining more points might be higher.
Finally, the disciple of the Cheng family came on stage. He was wearing a white robe and holding a sword in his hand. The monk raised his hand and grabbed in the air, and a long stick appeared in his right hand.
Seeing the long stick reminded Gu Liyue of Xiao Ju. She was surprised to realize that Xiao Ju's buzz cut hadn't changed in the past few years, and everyone seemed to be used to it. Did he cut it specially? She could ask him when she had time.
She withdrew her thoughts and focused her attention on the stage.
The monk chanted some incantations and swept the long stick in his hand with a golden light. The Cheng family disciples seemed to be frightened and could not move. They opened their eyes wide and tried to raise their swords to stab, but they lost the initiative.
He was bounced to the edge of the ring by the golden light. He shook his head, took a few steps forward, swung his magic sword, and the sword energy flew obliquely towards the monk. The monk leaped up and immediately hit the face of the Cheng family disciple with a stick.
The Cheng family disciple dodged by moving sideways, but was kicked off the stage by the monk.
Gu Liyue felt that there was a gap in strength between the two.
I feel like it’s not enough to watch.
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