Signature completed.
After carefully checking everyone's identity, Xu Xinghe announced the start of the competition.
The contestants come from five countries and three sects.
This includes the Piaomiao Immortal Sect.
Everyone was surprised to see that Piaomiao Xianzong had also signed a life and death contract.
Three countries and one sect voluntarily withdrew from the competition.
The remaining two countries are Dayan and Jin.
The remaining two sects are Piaomiao Xianzong and Tianxiong Sect which had just participated in the competition.
At this time, the practitioners in the audience had already begun to discuss in low voices.
"Didn't they say that the three major immortal sects would only fight for the two large spiritual mines? Why is the Piao Miao Immortal Sect trying to take the lead now? Isn't this bullying?"
"Someone should need that longevity pill."
"Hmph, probably targeting Da Yan. Back then, at the border of Da Yan, Piao Miao Xian Zong lost all face..."
"Which one is Da Yan?"
"That's over there. See? The one in the red skirt who is protected in the middle is the Queen of Da Yan..."
"Tsk tsk, such a small country actually killed so many talented disciples of Piao Miao Xian Zong on the stage, and now it is still safe and sound. It seems that Da Yan is not simple."
At this time, Xu Xinghe had already asked someone to make the lots.
The four teams draw lots to decide their opponents, and the two winning teams will enter the final competition.
This way, you can save a lot of time.
The four teams draw lots in turn.
Xu Xinghe and the two gray-robed old men took the lots in their hands and unfolded them to examine them.
It just so happened that Dayan and Tianxiong Sect caught each other and became rivals.
The remaining battle is naturally between the Kingdom of Jin and the Piaomiao Immortal Sect.
A blond old man from the Jin Kingdom immediately made a "Pooh" sound, said something unlucky, then turned around and whispered to discuss with others.
Then, one of the old men left the crowd and walked towards the Jiutian Yaotai.
The reason why they are not afraid of Piaomiao Immortal Sect is that they are a vassal state of Jiutian Yaotai. Their old ruler has an amazing talent for cultivation and after abdicating, he became an elder of Jiutian Yaotai.
They were also very interested in the longevity pill.
However, now their first opponent is directly the Piaomiao Immortal Sect. They suddenly became hesitant, so they sent people to ask for the opinion of Jiutian Yaotai.
Not long.
The old man came back, whispered a few words to the others, then went on stage to tell Xu Xinghe that he would withdraw from the competition.
In this way, Piaomiao Xianzong will have a bye.
The Dayan Sect and the Tianxiong Sect will have a decisive battle, and the winner will continue to fight against the Piaomiao Xian Sect.
Upon seeing this, the practitioners below the stage began to discuss this with dissatisfaction again.
At this time, Yueyang Lou of Piaomiao Xianzong suddenly walked onto the stage, bowed to the crowd and said, "The competition for this longevity pill is because our disciples need it, not because we are greedy or bullying the weak. After discussing with the elders, in this competition for the longevity pill, our Piaomiao Xianzong will only send out three people at most, and no matter who wins or loses, no one more person will go on stage."
These words slightly suppressed the discussions.
After Yueyang Lou finished speaking, he bowed to Xu Xinghe beside him and walked down the stage.
In fact, given their status as the Piao Miao Immortal Sect, they naturally didn't need to come on stage to explain everything to everyone.
Naturally, this explanation was not entirely addressed to other sects and countries, but to the other two major immortal sects, for fear of causing dissatisfaction on the other side.
After all, they still have to fight for the spiritual mine later.
And everyone knows that their Piaomiao Xianzong has a grudge against Dayan, so naturally they can't do it too obviously.
Xu Xinghe glanced at the audience before announcing the official start of the competition.
The first person to come on stage from the Tianxiong Sect was a young man named Jia Cong.
The young man had long gray-brown hair, was nearly two meters tall, with bare arms and bulging muscles. He carried a nine-foot-long golden broadsword on his shoulders, with his fists also golden. He had an extremely fierce aura.
And his cultivation level is at the early stage of Grand Master level.
Seeing this, everyone in Da Yan was discussing who would go up first when Fairy Zixia said, "This person seems to be born with supernatural power. His sword skills should also be very fierce. It just so happens that my fists have not been used in such a tough battle for a long time. Let me go up in this competition."
Everyone's eyes turned to her.
Bai Yishan thought for a moment and nodded, "It's just right for Master Zixia to go up, it's just right for young people to face young people. But be careful, this person's pores are golden, and there is a layer of faint golden light on his skin. His explosive power and defense should be very strong. Master Zixia must not be careless."
Fairy Zixia nodded and walked onto the battle stage.
Zhuang Zhiyan turned his head and looked at Linghu Qingzhu next to him, wondering, "Qingzhu, why did you go up to sign just now?"
Given this girl's personality, it is impossible for her to take the initiative to do such a thing.
Linghu Qingzhu looked across the battlefield at the crowd of people from the Piaomiao Immortal Sect. After a moment of silence, he said, "Revenge."
"revenge?"
Zhuang Zhiyan was stunned when she heard this, and then she remembered the competition at the border of Dayan, when she was ambushed and almost died because of her soft-heartedness.
"Revenge is indeed necessary."
Zhuang Zhiyan nodded and said, "But don't be careless. By the way, Qingzhu, what is your current level of cultivation? Last time I asked Zixia, she hesitated and didn't tell me."
Linghu Qingzhu paused, then said calmly, "Early stage of Guiyi, late stage of Grandmaster."
As soon as these words were spoken, Zhuang Zhiyan was shocked and opened his mouth wide.
Luo Ling and Luo Shang from the Xianyun Pavilion nearby, as well as Master Ning Yuan and others from the Jinchan Temple, and even Bai Yishen, all had stunned expressions on their faces.
"Return...return to the realm of unity?"
"Grandmaster...late stage?"
For a moment, everyone froze in place, their faces blank.
You know, Luo Ling, the ancestor of Xianyun Pavilion, has only reached the late stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm.
And the ancestor of Lingxiao Sect, Zhuang Zhiyan, is only at the middle stage of Grandmaster level...
"You... you are at a higher level than your ancestor?"
"And it's a dual cultivation of body and soul..."
"This... How on earth do you practice this?"
"Amitabha, monster, monster!"
When this news came out, it was like a bolt from the blue, and everyone in Dayan was stunned.
Zhuang Zhiyan was even more speechless.
"Master Linghu, how...how did you cultivate? The last time I saw you, you were only at the initial stage of the Spiritual Transformation Realm..."
"I remember that a year ago, when Peak Master Linghu came to my Qingyun Temple, he was only at the late stage of the Great Martial Master and the Refining Spirit Realm..."
The more they talked, the more shocked and unbelievable they became.
Linghu Qingzhu still had a calm expression on his face, but he secretly glanced at someone in front of him.
"boom!"
At this moment, a loud noise suddenly came from the stage.
The practitioners around the stage all took a deep breath.
On the battlefield, Fairy Zixia, dressed in a red dress, was waving her huge fist that was shining with light, and it collided head-on with the broadsword of the young man named Jia Cong.
The air waves are rolling.
Both figures trembled and retreated backwards.
Jia Cong stood firmly, immediately grasped the knife with both hands, roared, and instantly swung the knife to create a storm of sword light, sweeping away again.
The tall and burly body and the fierce golden knife in his hand formed a sharp contrast with the tall and slender figure in a red dress opposite.
However, what surprised everyone was that the fist of the seemingly slender and delicate woman suddenly became extremely large, like a hammer, and she punched at the sword beams with a "boom".
The two men used swords against fists, ferocity against ferocity, and their moves were all fierce and violent, like a storm. In a blink of an eye, they had exchanged hundreds of moves, and they became more and more courageous as the fight went on.
"Zixia is so strong! I never thought that she, at such a young age, could have achieved a breakthrough to the Grandmaster level."
"That girl has been born with supernatural powers since she was young, and the skills she has practiced have always been based on toughness, but her temper is not hot at all."
"Senior Zhuang, this generation of Lingxiao Sect is really full of talents, which is really enviable."
Although Zhuang Zhiyan was a little embarrassed, he was also very pleased and proud. He sighed and said, "No wonder people say that the waves behind push the waves in front, and each wave is higher than the last. I have done my best to live up to the ancestors of Lingxiao Sect."
The two men on the stage fought fiercely for another half an hour, but there was still no winner.
After a brief pause, Jia Cong held the knife in both hands, grinned and said, "Very good! I, Jia Cong, haven't had such a good fight in many years! Miss Zixia, next time, I won't show mercy!"
Fairy Zixia clenched her fists and said with a cold and arrogant look on her face: "Me too."
After that, the two fought again.
The sword light and fist light collided violently at an extremely fast speed, and the huge sound of air explosions could be heard continuously on the stage.
Another half hour passed.
The two separated in the blast and fell to the ground. They both stepped back for a distance before stopping.
At this time, both of them were sweating, panting, and exhausted.
The two men's moves were ferocious and powerful, but they also consumed a lot of their energy. After more than an hour of fierce fighting, they were both exhausted.
Jia Cong panted, looked at the other side with admiration and said: "Miss Zixia, you and I are evenly matched, and it is difficult to tell who will win. Let's not waste time. Why don't we shake hands and call it a draw?"
Fairy Zixia raised her chin slightly and said, "Sorry, I must win this round. Da Yan is just a small country, and we cannot compare to your Tianxiong Sect. We cannot afford to lose a round. We are determined to get that longevity pill."
Jia Cong's eyes flashed, and he stared at her for a few more times. Suddenly, he put away the golden sword in his hand, and said with a folded hand: "In this case, I admit defeat in this round. I claim to be born with supernatural power. No one of the same level can withstand my 72 Heaven-shaking Swords, but Miss Zixia resisted with her fists and did not lose. I admire her very much. In this round, I feel ashamed of myself and admit defeat."
Fairy Zixia clenched her fists, not letting down her guard at all, and said coldly, "Then you go down first."
Jia Cong smiled slightly, his eyes brighter, and said, "Miss Zixia is so cute."
Then he bowed to Xu Xinghe in the corner and said, "Senior, I admit defeat in this round."
Xu Xinghe nodded and announced: "First round, Dayan wins!"
Fairy Zixia then slowly put away her skills, and her two huge fists quickly turned back into their original small pink fists, and the fierce aura on her body also quickly subsided.
She bowed respectfully to Xu Xinghe, then turned around and walked towards the stage.
Jia Cong suddenly asked again: "Fairy Zixia, excuse me, are you married?"
Fairy Zixia was startled when she heard this, then she turned around and smiled, her eyes bright and her teeth white, as beautiful as a flower: "Of course we are married, and we have several children now."
After saying this, the woman in the red skirt fluttered down the stage like the charming sunset in the sky.
Jia Cong stood on the stage with a somewhat stiff expression.
"Brother Jia, please come down quickly. I will fight you in the second round!"
The burly young man named Shi Potian suddenly jumped onto the stone platform carrying the war hammer he had just won. He looked at the people of Da Yan below the stage with a defiant look and said, "Who from Da Yan wants to accept the challenge?"
Everyone in Dayan looked at him and the hammer on his shoulder with solemn expressions.
"This person is a mid-stage Grandmaster, and his defense and explosive power are even stronger than that guy named Jia Cong. He was injured in the previous competition, but he recovered so quickly."
"The power of his war hammer is at the level of a spiritual treasure. Coupled with his own strength, even a late-stage Grandmaster would find it difficult to defeat him."
As everyone was discussing in low voices, Zhuang Zhiyan sighed and said, "It seems that I have to take on this round. Although it is not nice to bully the young with the old, our Great Yan cannot compare to other big sects."
"I'll go."
At this moment, a cold voice suddenly sounded beside him.