The first round of 160 fights at the Flower Folding Conference will be held on four stages, with four fights on each stage, and the competition will be completed in ten days. This rule is because the first round of the competition is often very different in strength and does not take long. If the time limit is exceeded, it will be judged as a draw and both players will advance at the same time.
There is no tie rule for the next round, and the time is extended indefinitely until the winner is decided or one person admits defeat.
After the drawing of lots, the young practitioners had a day of free time to prepare.
The whole Yecheng was boiling on this day.
Every teahouse was packed with people and there was thunderous applause. Word of the two men's fighting techniques was circulating everywhere in the city. The descriptions were well-reasoned and convincing, as if one had really seen them with one's own eyes.
The brave people rushed to the foot of Chongming Mountain and built straw huts. Although they were far away from the arena, they could hear the sounds and see the colorful lights, which was enough to make them excited.
However, the protagonists of this event are naturally not the people of Yecheng.
The Baopu sect disciples by the Xinshui Bridge in the north of the city, the Lianjian sect disciples in the apricot blossom forest in the west of the city, the Buddhist practitioners by the Tong'an Canal in the east of the city, the disciples of other sects in the inn in the city, and the Cangya mountain disciples by the Qiu Lake in the south of the city all reacted differently to the results of the draw.
They collected information, analyzed their opponents' weaknesses and strengths, and pondered over their tactics for tomorrow's battle. After worrying about themselves, they couldn't help but worry about their fellow disciples.
Everyone knows that Cangya Mountain and Baopu Sect have a bad relationship.
In the first round of drawing lots, apart from Yin Biyue and the other two, only Ruan Xiaolian drew a disciple of the Baopu Sect.
But the person who worries people the most is not Ruan Xiaolian.
"The other three groups are at least at similar realms, but what about Senior Brother Yin?" The disciple who spoke showed a worried look on his face, "... Senior Brother Yin reached the Concentrated Spirit Realm three years after joining the sect, which is indeed fast. But I heard that... He Lai from Baopu Sect broke through the Barrier Breaking Realm half a year ago!"
Even though Duan Chongxuan looked down on six of the "Seven Masters of Baopu", in fact, the reputation of the "Seven Masters of Baopu" was still very loud.
As soon as the words fell, someone retorted, "So what if there is a realm gap! Senior Brother Yin is a disciple of the Sword Saint! When Senior Brother Jun Yu was still in the Hinayana realm, he was better than a Mahayana ancestor!"
The disciple who said this had admired Jun Yu since he started worshiping him. When he was most fanatical, he even imitated his dressing style and sword-holding posture.
Not everyone looks at the problem with strong personal feelings, there are also calm ones, "But if you cross the border to win, after all, there is only one person in a hundred miles."
"But I believe that Senior Brother Yin will win!" A clear female voice sounded, and He Yanyun's face was full of determination.
Others were also infected by her confidence.
"I also believe that Senior Brother Yin will win!"
"Senior Brother Yin will definitely win!"
In contrast to the confident disciples of Cangya Mountain, the odds of the gambling houses in Ye City have been set at 70% to 30%. The more people who bet on Yin Bi, the more they will lose.
Because no one knew when, such a rumor began to spread: Yin Biyue, the disciple of the Sword Saint, went astray while practicing sword, and his cultivation was greatly damaged, as evidenced by his black hair turning white.
This rumor was told in such vivid detail that many disciples from different sects believed it without a doubt.
Yecheng was rich, and the gambling houses were large, but there were far more foreign monks who went there to gamble than local residents. Because the people of Yecheng had to provide proof of their existing property before placing a bet to prove that they would not lose everything and go into huge debt because of gambling losses. In addition, there were many restrictions and rules. Over time, fewer people gambled.
Outside monks do not have to abide by the rules of the gambling house. They place bets not only to win money, but also to show their support for the sect and demonstrate its prestige.
Duan Chongxuan walked in waving a fan, and walked out waving a fan.
When he entered, the odds for the match between Yin Biyue and He Lai were 3 to 7. When he came out, the odds were raised to 4 to 6.
The disciples of Baopu Sect didn't understand, "This is impossible! Where does this person get so much money?!"
But they were not willing to show weakness. After scraping together their money, they found that it was still not enough to lower the odds. One of them said, "Brother He will definitely win anyway! Even if we borrow money to place the bet now, we can win it back later!"
The disciples of Baopu Sect suddenly realized something and went to the bank in Yecheng to borrow a large sum of money to suppress He Laisheng.
Yin Biyue was completely unaware of these things.
He practiced swordplay in his sea of consciousness and had been in a state of concentration for three days and three nights. At this point, no matter whether the people in the world had faith in him or not, it could not affect him in the slightest.
Because he has confidence in himself.
It was not until the day when it was Duan Chongxuan's turn to compete that he woke up from his meditation, put on Cangya Mountain's Taoist robes, and carefully adjusted his clothes in front of the mirror.
When I opened the door, the morning breeze filled my arms with the fragrance of magnolia.
When he raised his eyes, he saw Luo Mingchuan waiting under the tree, and Duan Chongxuan just came out of the house.
Today, Duan Chongxuan did not show any nervousness before the battle. He was dressed more elegantly, noble but not extravagant. He did not look like he was going to a duel, but rather like he was going on a blind date.
Luo Mingchuan looked at Yin Biyue, "Junior brother, you..."
There was no cape or hood on the Taoist robe, so three thousand white hairs cascaded down.
Yin Biyue quickly understood what he meant and said,
"In the past, I was afraid of scaring children on the street, not because I was ashamed to see people, so I had to cover my face everywhere. Now that the flower picking meeting has begun, I should be open and honest."
Luo Mingchuan felt a pain in his heart when he heard this. If it weren't for him, why would his junior brother need to hide his beautiful appearance? And why would he be ridiculed by bandits in Panlong Ridge because of this?
Soon, his thoughts calmed down. He was determined to get the Thousand-Leaf Lotus on Chongming Mountain this time.
The three of them walked out of the city together. Among the endless stream of people, there were disciples from various sects and people who came to watch the excitement. Yin Biyue's hair color was particularly eye-catching.
He just didn't care at all about those well-intentioned speculations or malicious looks.
But Luo Mingchuan cares.
He found that when so many people were looking at his junior fellow apprentice, he began to feel restless.
This was not normal, and he had no idea why it was happening. He didn't even know what to do about it.
Fortunately, someone had already entered the ring and everyone's attention was quickly diverted there.
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