The old man was dressed in a blue Taoist robe, he was the dean of the True Spirit Academy, Xuanyong, the real person of the alchemy stage.
This Taoist Xuanyong is amiable and approachable, and he is very respected by the disciples and professors of other courtyards. I saw him standing on the ring, and beside him were two middle-aged monks dressed in Taoist attire.
Taoist Xuanyong smiled and said: "Disciples practice hard, and you have contributed a lot to leading the team!"
All the elders quickly expressed their thanks.
Daoist Xuanyong pointed to the two people beside him, and said: "I think you two know each other, but I'm afraid the following disciples don't know each other, so I need to introduce them."
After that, he pointed to the tall and thin monk on his left, and said, "This is Master Xuan Su." Then he pointed to the red-faced monk on the right, and said, "This is Master Xuan Ce."
All the disciples were shocked, they were actually two real people!
These disciples are usually the only alchemy masters in the other courtyard, and it is rare for Dean Xuan Yong to see each other. Most of the disciples only see each other once every five years. This time there were actually three real people present, why didn't the disciples get excited? If you perform well in the big competition and are favored by any real person, you can immediately become an inner disciple, and the hemolysis period is just around the corner.
Lu Ping looked at the three real people on the stage, although he was extremely admired in his heart, but he kept a trace of clarity in his heart. The three real people came to a competition for monks in the blood refining period. It seemed that this competition was really extraordinary!
What Lu Ping just couldn't figure out was, what could make the real people in the alchemy stage pay attention to the competition of these little blood refining monks
After more than two hundred disciples draw lots, they will fight against each other. The competition will be held in eight small arenas. In the first round, the top 128 will be determined. In two rounds a day, the top 64 will be determined on the first day. name.
Small protective shields were raised on the eight small arenas. Lu Ping knew that this was the use of formations, which could prevent attacks below the hemolysis period from accidentally injuring people outside the arena.
In each arena, a fairy elder in the hemolysis period presides over the competition.
Master Xuanyong didn't bother, and directly announced the start of the big competition, and all the disciples went to the jar with red and blue bamboo sticks under the central ring to draw lots.
Lu Ping didn't expect to be lucky enough to get a bye lottery, but he didn't get seniors like the eighth or ninth level of blood refining. After all, more than half of the two hundred people were at the seventh level of blood refining.
Lu Ping's opponent in the first round was a disciple from the twelfth team in the middle stage of the seventh level of blood refinement. This disciple looked younger than Lu Ping, about fifteen years old, tall and thin, with a serious expression on his face. There is a trace of arrogance in the childishness.
Li Sheng does have something to be proud of. He is only fifteen years old this year, and he has already reached the middle stage of the seventh level of blood refining. Not only is he talented in cultivation, but he is no worse than other disciples in his hard work. Not only the family, but even Captain Fang praised him that there was almost no problem entering the hemolytic period.
Among the second-level disciples, there are five geniuses. They are Lin Sheng from the first team, Zhao Lang from the fifth team, Shi Lingling from the seventh team, Leng Qian from the 14th team, Qian Fei from the 18th team. The five people are called "Five Excellences", and they are all figures of the eighth or ninth level of blood refining, because these five people all entered the seventh level of blood refining late stage before they were fourteen years old.
Li Sheng has always thought that he is the "sixth talent" only after these five people. This time, he heard about the rich rewards of the sect, and the family even prepared a high-quality low-level magic weapon for him. There are a lot of talismans, which can be said to be rich, and he himself is even more ambitious. He feels that even if he encounters a senior of the eighth level of blood refining, he can win it. Even ordinary disciples of the ninth level of blood refining are not invincible.
So when this ordinary seventeen-year-old disciple of the seventh level of blood refinement stood in front of Lu Ping, Li Sheng naturally thought that this was a stepping stone for him to advance to the next round.
Looking at the half-grown child, Lu Ping smiled for no reason, pulled out his high-level mage, made a "blood-dissolving bone-refining sword" gesture, and said to Li Sheng: "Student please!"
Li Sheng looked at Lu Ping using this set of basic swordsmanship. It can be seen that he is also an ordinary disciple with no family background. The contempt on his face was even worse. The French soldier performed a set of kung fu handed down by the family, thinking to himself, his father said that this set of "Twenty-Four Swords of the Storm" is quite powerful during the blood refining period, and he, an ordinary man with no background The disciple probably has never even heard of this set of sword techniques.
Lu Ping had never seen this set of sword skills before, but looked at this little monk who was like a child showing off his toys, and found it very ridiculous. But he was still aware of the danger contained in this strange sword style.
Li Sheng moved the top-level magic soldier in his hand, and a white light flashed like a horse. Lu Ping suddenly felt that a mana was hidden in the white light emitted by the magic soldier, and it quickly came towards the face, and the move was not old. , the face has been cut so painfully.
Lu Ping accepted the challenge calmly, turned around to avoid the white light, and a sword energy from the mage in his hand cut back towards Li Sheng's wrist.
Li Sheng didn't take it seriously at all. Relying on the sharpness of the magic soldiers, he pushed Lu Ping's magic soldiers aside. If there is an opening, he will be caught off guard.
Unexpectedly, when the two magic soldiers met, Li Sheng suddenly felt a thick mana being transmitted to his own magic weapon. After a while, his strength was weak. Not only did he fail to block the opponent's magic weapon, but he was pushed back by this force. It took two steps to dissolve it.
The flame tactic in his hand was rushed by this mana, and it was thrown in the wrong direction, and Lu Ping easily dodged it. The flames that exploded were completely wiped out by Lu Ping's simple breeze tactic.
The look of contempt on Li Sheng's face suddenly subsided a lot. This man's mana is so powerful that he is not inferior to him. It seems that some of them have been beaten. But thinking of the wealth in his storage bag, Li Sheng suddenly gained a lot of confidence.
Lu Ping looked at the soybean-sized gap cut out on the blade of the high-grade magic weapon in his hand, and couldn't help smiling bitterly. This magic weapon had only been held in his hands for three months, and he had only fought twice before. suffered such a blow.
The magic weapon in Li Sheng's hand swung forward and attacked again. A set of "Twenty-Four Swords of the Storm" was faster than one sword, and each sword was as fast as one sword. Dao talismans were mixed in, and they hit Lu Ping head-on.
Lu Ping felt a little flustered for a while, the opponent's swordsmanship was like a gust of wind, it was pervasive, and there were also spells such as flames, ice seals, wind blades, golden swords, and giant woods. Relying on his solid foundation, Yi Yi gained a little respite, and before he could counterattack with a half-stroke, the opponent made up with another talisman.
Lu Ping looked at the blood-refining talismans of low-grade or even medium-grade one after another, and beat them at him as if they didn't want money, like pieces of spiritual stones in front of his eyes, cursing the prodigal son in his heart.
"It's a good thing that Li Sheng is quite sensible, and he didn't regard the top-grade talisman as a waste." Just as Lu Ping was sighing, an ice blade talisman exploded in front of him, and the huge fluctuation of spiritual power shocked Lu Ping. , I can't wait to slap myself, this is clearly a high-grade talisman.
The chilly air made Lu Ping's hair stand on end before the three crystal clear skates hit him.