Zhu Yao is very confident in Xiaobawang. Although his cultivation is not outstanding in the foundation building group, he has the most actual combat experience. Those years of being beaten by various high-level monsters were not in vain.
Sure enough, after half an hour, the little bully was easily promoted. Hundreds of foundation-building cultivators ended up with only a dozen or so left. And Xiaobawang is the only monk in the early stage of foundation building.
The candidates for the other two groups have also been determined. There were forty-two people in the Qi training group, twenty-one for foundation building, and sixteen for the least amount of Jindan.
At this time, the organizer of Sanyou City was long overdue. I saw that the red high platform that seemed to be erected at random suddenly began to rise slowly, the red cloth was lifted, revealing a high platform of white jade, on which was a row of exquisite and gorgeous chairs. It's just that there is no one on it, and there is a suspended square table above the chair, which is empty.
A middle-aged man dressed in the official uniform of Sanyou City, Yu Jian landed on the high platform, the cultivation base of Jin Dan in the later stage, took a step forward and glanced at the monks who were standing full of black pressure, and he made a sound transmission. Arriving at the entire competition venue, "All kinds of Daoists, welcome to Sanyou City. First of all, congratulations to everyone who has successfully entered the competition." He looked at the dozens of cultivators who had been promoted, and began a long official speech, "I am Sanyou City Construction. For more than thousands of years, the city has been praised by all Taoist friends, and has been protected by the ancestors, standing in the world... blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah..." After a while of praise, the style of painting changed and he began to introduce the sponsors, "This contest won Master Zhao of Tongbao Building, Master Li of Yuanling Pavilion, and Boss Yuan of Jubao No. 1 will be rewarded with one piece of 'unflavored fruit' for participating in this city.
As soon as he introduced the prizes, each time he introduced a cultivator in front of the chair on the stage. He smiled and greeted everyone present. The cultivation bases were uneven, from Foundation Establishment to Nascent Soul, but they all sat on the same row of tables.
Zhu Yao vaguely had the illusion that he had come to a certain reality show, and the introduction in his ear also changed his appearance instantly.
"Welcome everyone to watch the 'Sanxiu Dabi' program jointly broadcasted by "Tongbaolou", "Yuanling Pavilion" and "Jubaohao". Strong support, thank you for your most sensible choice of Tongbaolou Spirit Artifact, with Tongbao Xianlu smooth; thank you for your cultivation and escort experts of the treasures. You deserve to have the treasures, and the prizes provided by this program for friendship. This competition Fair, impartial and open! Hosted by Sanyou City throughout the entire process. There are three groups in total, and each time the competition is randomly combined. The first, second and third prizes will be decided respectively. The final interpretation right of this program belongs to Sanyou City! Warm applause, I would like to invite the judges of this competition, Master Zhao of Tongbao Building, Master Li of Yuanling Pavilion. Boss Yuan of Jubaohao and their relatives and friends, come on stage!"
clap clap clap...
Zhu Yao conditioned reflexively to applaud.
The scene was suddenly silent.
Hundreds of sight lines, all looked over.
The polite audience Zhu Yao: "… "
"Hehehe..." Come on. Zhu Yao had a black line on her head, "So what... My hands are dirty. Haha, slap grey..." So she could only slap her hands a few more times in front of everyone's eyes, calling you cheap, calling you conditioned reflex, shameless !
In an instant, he received hundreds of looks at "idiot".
Heartbroken!
The silence of the scene did not last long, and after a while, everyone's attention was instantly attracted by a low roar from not far from the horizon.
That cry, empty and distant, seemed to carry boundless majesty. Although it did not release its coercion, it still made people feel shocked and in awe.
Zhu Yao frowned, how could this cry sound like a dragon yin.
Sure enough, in less than a moment, a huge monster flew from the sky. It was pitch black like a snake without legs, its eyes were like electricity, and its head was horns. It was constantly twisting and twisting in the sky. It was actually a ninth-order monster.
"Jiaolong! The ninth-order Jiaolong!" There was an exclamation from the crowd.
"It's Venerable Hua Lin of Sanyou City."
"The Venerable Hua Lin is here."
The crowd instantly became commotion, and all of them looked at the head of the dragon in the sky with admiration, the god-turning Venerable in a blue shirt.
The Flood Dragon deliberately circled twice in the air as if it were posing, and then it twitched and flew towards the highest platform.
"It's amazing that Venerable Hua Lin can actually accept Jiaolong as a spirit beast."
"Yeah, what about the Jiaolong? I heard that it has a dragon bloodline, and is the closest spirit beast to the gods."
The crowd began to discuss the Jiaolong enthusiastically.
Little Ba, who has been lying on Zhu Yao's shoulder, turned his head in disdain, "Cut!" Where did the stupid human see that the creature was like a dragon
The Flood Dragon seemed to be very satisfied with the sensation he had caused, and he was not in a hurry to fall when he reached the high platform. Instead, he took his master and spun around in a circle in the sky again, dancing in a perfect arc as if he appeared. He opened his mouth wide and let out a similar dragon roar again.
Zhu Yao frowned, "It's so noisy."
Hachi was more direct, "Shut up!"
It was not very loud, and it was estimated that even the monks on the scene did not hear it, but the Jiaolong, which was only halfway through, suddenly squeaked and fell directly onto the high platform, his face on the ground. Even the god-turning cultivator on its back choked and almost got carried off it.
Hua Lin is desperately trying to keep his face as a cultivator, what happened to this spirit beast today
However, Jiaolong opened his big black eyes, lying on the stage and looking straight at Zhu Yao's direction, his eyes first filled with joy, then darkened, and finally began to tremble, making a low whimper of unknown meaning.
"Heisha, what's wrong with you?" Hua Lin asked worriedly, after all, it was the spirit beast he had finally trained.
Jiaolong ignored him, instead shaking like a leaf in the wind, his voice became more and more sad, and his eyes were hazy.
Others don't understand, but Zhu Yaodao heard clearly.
"Woo woo... The lord hates tiao tiao, tiao tiao is so sad, tiao tiao wants to cry for a while. woo woo woo... "
Zhu Yao's black line, strips? Isn't it called the Black Devil? The real name of the monster is such a tasteless name, did your parents make it
Hua Lin looked at his spirit beast for a long time, but couldn't see what happened to it? With a sigh, he had to jump off it. The Jiaolong immediately formed a mass of incense sticks, squatting on the high platform like a piece of cake, with only a pair of unlovable black eyes in the middle, surrounded by a low pressure of sadness.
The culprit, Xiao Ba, glared over there and said, "Idiot."
The Jiaolong trembled even more immediately.
"Woooooo... I'm hated, I really want to go shi!"
Zhu Yao directly pressed Xiaoba back and whispered, "Don't scare it, it will cause an accident."
Didn't you see that even Hua Lin was squeezed by it and had to stand on the edge of the high platform? Squeeze any more and it will fall off.
#On the importance of Protoss blood#
"Cough cough..." Hua Lin finally recovered from the abnormality of his spirit beast, silently thankful that these monks had never seen a flood dragon, thinking that the pancake shape was the common form of all flood dragons, and no one doubted it at all. His face was saved, but after the trouble, he lost the mood for the leadership speech he had prepared, so he waved his hand and laid out several formations on the wide field of play, very serious and majestic. , "The Big Competition begins."
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The situation of the Loose Cultivator Competition is actually very simple. The candidates for Jindan and Qi Lianqi are just plural, and there are no more or less in pairs. Only Zhuji is the singular of twenty-one people. I don't know if it's because Xiaobawang is the only cultivator in the early stage of foundation building, and he has the lowest cultivation level in the foundation building group. So in the first and second rounds, he was honored to be bye and directly advanced. By the third game, there were only six people left, including him. Xiaobawang did nothing, but was honored to enter the top six.
Zhu Yao comforted the lucky players who were about to play, "Xiao Bawang, relax, luck is also a part of the game."
"..." Grandma, can you stop talking like this while eating melon seeds? No speaking ability at all
"Good boy, if you win one game, you will be the top three!" It would be great to go straight to the finals.
"Hey..." Xiaobawang sighed, "But, I haven't fought with other people, and I don't know the depth of each other. If..."
"Xiao Bawang, do you think that when you really encounter an enemy, the other party will give you time to let you understand clearly before you start?"
He was taken aback, "..."
"The focus of the game is on your own improvement, and it has nothing to do with the game itself."
The worry in his eyes was instantly swept away, "I know grandma."
"Well, remember to win more sesame seeds and come back!"
"..." Did it turn out to be sanguine? There is an elder who plays cards unreasonably, so sad!
"I think your next game should be against the monk in the middle stage of foundation building." Zhu Yao pointed to a monk in gray clothes not far ahead. He is the only middle stage foundation building player in the top six. It is the late stage or the Great Perfection, which is different from Xiaobawang who has always been bye, but the other party rushed up with strength, "If you can get out of the crowd with your mid-term cultivation, he is estimated to be more difficult to deal with than other monks, yourself. Be careful, don't underestimate the enemy."
The little bully nodded, "Yes. I understand."
After a half-time break, the top six competition kicked off. Zhu Yao guessed right, the opponent of the little bully was the cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building.
If he is not mistaken, the opponent should be Firewood Double Spiritual Root. In the previous games, he used the spells of these two lines.
Xiaobawang is a five-spirited root, but he is not cowardly. In addition, he has just played two games, but it is the first time that the bully is playing, and he has an advantage in physical strength. It's just that the opponent's strength is not only that, it should be concealed.
The match between the two is in the final third, and the first two games are over. The little bully just flew and landed in the center of the field, and Zhu Yao suddenly felt a sense of pride.
Look, a new star is about to rise.