Chapter 7 I told you, you can't escape
A few days later, when Xiao Mo's salary was paid out, Jiang Qingyi held on to it tightly and was unwilling to return it to her master.
Although I am very happy that my master supports me.
But winning the championship is really too difficult.
I can't let my master waste money anymore.
As for the money invested by her master, Jiang Qingyi has made up her mind.
In this new blood competition, as long as I still have breath, I will try my best to move forward and do my best to get back the money my master invested!
soon.
The day of the new blood competition has arrived.
Early that morning, Xiao Mo took Jiang Qingyi down the mountain and headed to the venue for the New Blood Competition.
The New Blood Tournament was held on a small plain.
The small plain was divided into several areas by magic circles.
Each magic circle is a fighting arena.
Jiang Qingyi drew lots and was assigned to Group A.
Jiang Qingyi's first opponent was an inner disciple from Jiujian Peak, who was at the sixth level of Qi training.
It was relatively easy to deal with Jiang Qingyi, who was at the seventh level of Qi training.
This is exactly the case.
In the first round of competition, Jiang Qingyi won easily.
Xiao Mo was not surprised that Jiang Qingyi passed the first round of competition.
Although any new disciple can participate in the New Blood Competition.
But most people really just "participate".
The first round is to screen out those cultivators whose realm is below the fifth level of Qi training.
So in the first round of competition, it was basically those with higher levels fighting against those with lower levels, and most people won easily.
The second round is the real competition.
There are a total of three hundred disciples participating in the second round of the New Blood Competition this year.
In the second round, Jiang Qingyi faced an inner disciple from the Sword Formation Hall, whose realm was the same as Jiang Qingyi, both at the seventh level of Qi training.
As the name suggests, the disciples of the Sword Formation Hall are good at using sword formations.
A long sword cannot form a sword formation, so they usually carry a large sword box with several swords in it.
This competition was not easy for Jiang Qingyi.
In the end, Jiang Qingyi narrowly defeated her opponent, but also suffered some injuries.
Some monks from the medical hall were standing by and treating Jiang Qingyi's injuries as soon as possible.
The New Blood Competition lasted for four days.
On the second day, the new blood competition was conducted in groups of three.
All three people are opponents, two are eliminated and one is promoted.
At the end of the competition on the second day, Jiang Qingyi entered the top 100 of the new blood competition.
But during today's competition, Xiao Mo looked at Qingyi's struggling appearance and felt that Qingyi would only be able to win one more round at most.
Tomorrow there will be a draw for two-on-two duels, as well as ring battles, three-person battles, and so on.
The competition schedule is very tight and the top sixteen must be selected.
The disciples who can reach the third day are not easy to deal with.
Xiao Mo was already thinking about how to comfort Qingyi.
"Don't worry, Qingyi, you've done great. Being in the top 100 of the New Blood Competition is already very good."
During dinner, Xiao Mo comforted Jiang Qingyi.
"No, Master!" Jiang Qingyi held her hands in front of her body, "Master, you have bet so many spirit stones. Qingyi must work harder, otherwise all the spirit stones you bet will be wasted."
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Xiao Mo wanted to say something else.
But looking at the determined look in his disciple's eyes, Xiao Mo just smiled faintly and rubbed Jiang Qingyi's little head: "Nothing went to waste. Isn't this supporting you?"
"Master, you really are such a fool!" Jiang Qingyi sighed.
Although the girl seemed to feel sorry for her master's squandering of money, she still felt warm in her heart.
In the first match of the third day's competition, Jiang Qingyi faced an inner sect disciple who was at the eighth level of Qi training.
In everyone's opinion, Jiang Qingyi was bound to lose.
At the beginning, Jiang Qingyi was indeed suppressed by that disciple and basically saw no hope of winning.
Xiao Mo, who was standing outside the field, was planning to raise the white flag and surrender on behalf of Jiang Qingyi.
But what was unexpected was that at the last moment, Jiang Qingyi actually broke through to the eighth level of Qi training.
In the moment when the other party was stunned.
Jiang Qingyi found an opportunity and used the Burning Grass Style of the Grass Sword Technique!
The long sword in the girl's hand cut through the waves of fire and turned defeat into victory.
But Jiang Qingyi had no time to be happy.
She will soon participate in the next round of competition.
To Xiao Mo's surprise, the third day of competition was over and Jiang Qingyi entered the top sixteen!
"Master, I'm in the top sixteen." Jiang Qingyi ran to her master and said happily.
The girl stepped on tiptoe, raised her fair chin, and looked forward to her master's praise.
"Very impressive, worthy of being my disciple." Xiao Mo reached out and gently wiped the blood from the corner of the girl's mouth, "But Qingyi, let's give up."
"Huh?" Jiang Qingyi stared at her master blankly.
"You barely won the games today because you were injured too badly." Xiao Mo patted the girl's head. "You have proven yourself. Master is very satisfied."
In Xiao Mo's opinion, Qingyi has basically reached her limit.
Although other players in the top 16 were also injured.
But compared to other people's injuries, Qingyi's were more serious.
And the intensity will be raised to a higher level tomorrow.
It would be bad if something happened to Qingyi.
Jiang Qingyi lowered her head, her small hands tightly grasping the hem of her skirt, looking very conflicted.
But in the end, the girl raised her head and looked at Xiao Mo with firm eyes: "Master! Disciple is not afraid! Disciple wants to continue to participate in the competition!"
The world of ten thousand laws, the sect of ten thousand swords.
Maid Qiu Ye walked to the courtyard of the Wanjian Sect's leader and said, "Master, this is the list of candidates for the second round of the New Blood Competition. Please review it."
The leader of the Wanjian Sect glanced at Qiu Ye calmly and said, "No need. I am at ease with your work."
"Yes, Sect Master." Qiu Ye put the list away. "Sect Master, a disciple from Tianji City just delivered a letter. The disciple asked me to pass it on to you, saying, 'The City Master has done his best, and this is all we can do.'"
As soon as Qiu Ye finished speaking, the leader of Wanjian Sect suddenly turned his head and looked directly at Qiu Ye.
Under the gaze of the sect leader, Qiu Ye's throat rolled, sweat broke out on his forehead, and he felt as if a mountain was pressing down on him.
"Faith." The leader of Wanjian Sect uttered a word.
"Here it is." Qiu Ye quickly took out a letter from his arms.
Qiu Ye had never seen the sect leader like this before.
The leader of the Wanjian Sect flicked his finger, and the letter flew into her hands.
"Zhou Kingdom, Imperial Capital"
Half an incense stick later, the leader of the Wanjian Sect's eyes flickered, he exhaled deeply, and gently lifted the letter paper upwards. The white paper instantly turned into countless pieces and drifted away in the wind.
"Finally, I'm going to find you."
The leader of the Wanjian Sect looked at the sky full of stars, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly. This was the first time the woman had smiled in three thousand years.
"I told you, you can't escape."
"Master."
(End of this chapter)
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