The words "Jiuzhou Ancient Battlefield" seemed to have magical powers, and made the fourth child who had been "wronged" before suddenly quiet down.
The ancient battlefield is unfamiliar to most warriors on the Qingzhou continent.
But for the core disciples of the three sects, it is a sacred and awesome existence.
Just because there are very few people in the entire continent who can enter the ancient battlefield.
But those who entered the ancient battlefield and were able to return smoothly eventually turned into famous people on the mainland.
Some lucky ones, because they have accumulated enough meritorious service on the ancient battlefield, directly became gods on the ancient battlefield and entered the God Realm.
But those are all things to say later, to enter the ancient battlefield, one must have that qualification, one must first win the sect competition.
In previous sessions, only the best disciples who won the top three in the sect competition could enter the ancient battlefield. This time, the top ten can participate. This is undoubtedly great news.
The sect competition is a grand event in Gu Yuehai, which is held every two years. According to regulations, only disciples who have joined the sect within 50 years can participate. If they have won the top three in the competition, they will not be allowed to participate again next time.
Among the six disciples taught by Wu Ya, including the newly joined little emperor, there are three people who have joined the sect for less than fifty years.
Among them, Xiaodixin's fourth senior brother participated once, but lost to Xuefeng's people in the competition to enter the top ten. As for Xiaodixin's fifth senior sister, because of her health, she has never participated in the competition.
"Master, after taking the elixir made by Qian Yaoshi this year, I feel better. I want to participate this year."
Among the disciples, Xiao Wu who had the weakest sense of presence suddenly spoke.
These disciples taught by Wu Ya have different appearances, but they all have their own strengths.
Most of them were accepted as disciples because of their superior talent, but there were two exceptions.
One of them is Qin Xiaochuan, known as the fourth child, and the other is Xiaowu Wuyue.
Qin Xiaochuan's life experience was full of twists and turns. He was an orphan picked up on the battlefield when Headmaster Wu Ya sent a group of disciples to enter the ancient battlefield. His life experience is unknown.
As for Xiao Wu Wuyue, she is the widowed daughter of a younger brother taught by Wu Ya.
Her parents died accidentally because of a sect mission, and her mother gave birth to Wu Yue when she was in danger.
The person was saved, but Wuyue's dantian was affected, and she could only gather half of the energy of others, so Wuyue's cultivation base was also the weakest among all the disciples, even the little emperor who had just joined soon It's not as good as, let alone participating in the martial art competition.
In order not to make Wu Yue feel sad, the other brothers and sisters never mentioned this matter in front of her.
Unexpectedly, this time, the always introverted Wu Yue would take the initiative to ask for help.
"I also have this plan as a teacher. Xiao Wu, your dantian is different from ordinary people. You can only use the inner alchemy of the sky demon level to refine it into medicine to completely cure it. However, the demon clan has been extinct for many years. Now the only place where you can hunt demons is the Ancient battlefield. In previous years, only the top three in the competition could enter the ancient battlefield. This year, the top ten can enter, so, as a teacher, I also like it. You can participate in this competition." Headmaster Wu Ya looked at Wu Yue's too much With a thin face, he sighed.
For Xiao Wu, he always felt a little owed.
Originally, he was supposed to complete the mission of that sect back then, but he was delayed due to some personal matters.
He always felt that he was the one who killed Xiao Wu's parents.
"Master, there is me too. Don't forget about me, my disciple. I was defeated by Xuefeng's grandson last time. This matter has been talked about for several years. This time, I must Win it back." The fourth son, Qin Xiaochuan, also salivated, and leaned forward.
His purpose is different from Xiao Wu's. He wants to participate in the sect competition. Apart from avenging his revenge two years ago, he also has a selfish motive.
He has always wanted to know who his biological parents were, and maybe he could find some clues in the ancient battlefield where he was born.
"I'll give you one more chance. If you lose again this time, I'll throw you as a handyman in the outer gate, saving you from embarrassing Wu Yafeng every day." Headmaster Wu Ya blew his beard and stared.
He glanced at the disciples around him again, and pondered.
"Actually, my teacher called you here today to discuss with you. Do you think Xiao Liu should participate in this martial art competition?"
The most troublesome thing for Headmaster Wu Ya is the problem of the little emperor.
Speaking of which, among his disciples, the age span is a bit large.
The boss with the oldest qualifications has been in the field for more than 150 years, and his cultivation is already comparable to that of supernatural powers, and he can be regarded as a demigod.
The second child and the third child have also joined the sect for more than a hundred years, seventy or eighty years, and they have also participated in the sect competition and achieved the top three results.
But since he was the fourth child, no one under the head teacher Wu Ya has entered the top ten every time in the martial art competition.
In the eyes of Headmaster Wu Ya, this is obviously a slap in the face.
This time, although the fourth child and the fifth child will participate, but these two, one is careless, and the other is too poor. Whether they can enter the top ten is still unknown, and the rest is the little emperor.
But the child's age...
Headmaster Wu Ya doubted that if he sent the little emperor to play, the other few summits would not say that he abused children.
"Master, Xiaoliu is too young, let's just forget about the martial art competition this time."
The person who spoke was Wu Ya's head disciple, he was thoughtful and considered the most thoughtful.
"I don't think that Xiaoliu has a very high comprehension ability. I fought against him a few days ago, and he has already been able to draw with me." It was Qin Xiaochuan who spoke.
"You still have the nerve to say, how long has he been a beginner, how long have you been a beginner." Headmaster Wu Ya scolded.
Several other disciples also held their own opinions.
"Master, why don't you call Xiao Liu over tomorrow morning and listen to what he has to say. That child is extremely intelligent, and he must have his own ideas."
In the end, it was the three disciples of Headmaster Wu Ya who made the final decision, and the others also felt that the little emperor should have his own ideas.
Headmaster Wuya listened, and the next day, he indeed summoned the little emperor to come to question him.
The two masters and apprentices had a secret conversation in the room all morning, and when the little emperor came out, Master Wu Ya had already decided that Wu Ya Peak would send three disciples to participate in this martial art competition.
"If you can get the top three in the sect competition, you can represent the sect and enter the ancient battlefield. The aura of heaven and earth in the ancient battlefield is a hundred times that of Qingzhou Continent and ten times that of Lone Moon Sea. If little emperor can enter the ancient battlefield , your strength can be improved to the greatest extent."
The words of the master are still in my ears.
Improvement... If the strength can be improved, does it mean that he is one step closer to the "growth" he hopes for
Standing on the top of Wuya Peak, Little Dixin clenched his hands into fists, admonishing himself inwardly.
In the martial art competition, he must win!