The dictionaries wrote their names on the prepared cards one by one and put them in the prepared wooden boxes.
In front of everyone, Lin Zixin will draw opponents from each match.
Soon, the contestants for the first competition were drawn out.
The two went up to the rooftop and greeted each other, both somewhat cautious.
This should be their first time to compete in front of so many people. Thinking of my every action being watched by more than a thousand people, it is hard for an inexperienced person not to be nervous.
Lin Zixin gave an order, and the competition began.
This competition is not exciting. Both of them were very nervous and played very stiffly. In the end, the disciple from Tianhai Pavilion won by virtue of his deeper cultivation.
It was like this for several games in a row.
This disappointed the disciples. In this level of competition, even my own sect can't compare to it!
Veteran disciples who have participated said: "It's like this at the beginning, just get used to it gradually. It's exciting when it comes to the challenge! Behind it are rare masters."
On the Jiuyao Palace side, the first person whose name was called was Shao Zhengyang, and the disciples of our sect gave him encouragement.
Shao Zhengyang was full of ambition, and then he heard Lin Zixin report his opponent, a barbarian!
Then he was stupid.
Is God playing with him? Before, he comforted Tan Yubing that there were few barbarians, but now he encountered them himself.
No way, even the barbarians have to go!
Shao Zhengyang bit the bullet and went to the rooftop.
Just as he was about to sign up for the ceremony, the barbarians over there came over with stone axes!
Shocked, Shao Zhengyang drew his sword hastily to meet the enemy.
Sure enough, they are barbarians. Before the competition, didn't they know that they had to be known by their names
The barbarian didn't care about his complaints in his heart, and he gave Shao Zhengyang a big blow when he came on the stage, and the stone ax slashed down, causing waves of anger.
Shao Zhengyang quickly felt the horror of the barbarians. Cleaving the stone axe, this simple action brought about an unstoppable sea of air waves. The extremely ferocious force stirred up the surrounding air, forming a vortex of air waves.
With the crisis approaching, Shao Zhengyang had no time to think, and instinctively turned his sword into light, dashing left and right in the air waves.
The barbarians yelled and struck down with ax one axe. Shao Zhengyang's figure was like lightning, shuttling back and forth among them. The sword light flickered from time to time, striking at the weak point.
The audience on Huanfeng were attracted.
After playing so many games, this one is finally a bit level.
"Nephew Shao is in a bad situation!" Tan Yubing said in a low voice.
The barbarians live in the west of Yinshan Mountain, which is called the Great Wilderness. There is a wild land, full of powerful monsters, if you want to survive, you can only fight non-stop.
There is great power in the blood of the barbarians. Once the age is reached and the blood is stimulated, they can practice. Relying on the power of their blood, they are infinitely powerful. Fighting against barbarians, humans are inherently at a disadvantage. In the previous wars between the two races, the human race suffered countless casualties, and it often took several besieged one to wipe out the other.
Shao Zhengyang has been restrained. Fighting head-on, his strength was too weak, and he wanted to fight back, but the air wave restricted his actions.
Lu Mingshu thought silently, what should he do if he encounters this situation? She simulated the strength and angles of the barbarians one by one in her mind, and then corrected them according to the performance on the field.
"Too much power..." she murmured. In the simulated scene, there is a shade of red, which represents the range of power. If things go on like this, Shao Zhengyang will find no loopholes, only to end up in defeat.
Shao Zhengyang has been in the Fusion Realm for four years. His foundation is not deep, and he has no advantage over the opponent. His strength lies in his continuous sword power. But as soon as the barbarians started the game, they used powerful forces to suppress him, and the initiative changed hands, so his advantages could not be brought into play at all.
"It's a bad start." It would be much easier if Shao Zhengyang made the first move and seized the initiative at the beginning of the game.
"Nephew Lu, if it were you, what would you do in this situation?"
Lu Mingshu said: "First break the opponent's momentum, and then fight for the initiative. Although the barbarians are powerful, their martial skills are crude. Once the initiative changes hands, it will be difficult for them to recover." This is how Yu Kuang dealt with the barbarians. Facts have proved that very effective.
"However, how to break the opponent's air wave?" Tan Yubing had been thinking for a long time, but couldn't figure it out.
Without hesitation, Lu Mingshu said, "Use the spear of the son to attack the shield of the son."
Tan Yubing was taken aback, what do you mean
Shao Zhengyang on the stage was gradually driven into a desperate situation. Seeing that he was about to lose, he finally fought back.
I saw his figure drifting away, advancing instead of retreating, facing the heavy air waves, the sword light pointed directly at the barbarians.
The air wave hit him heavily, but he didn't care about it, and rushed in front of the barbarian in one breath. The stone ax slashed down again, Shao Zhengyang's sword turned around, and the mysterious light of the sword energy collided with the air wave.
"Put it to death and live?" Lu Mingshu turned his head and thought for a while, then shook his head.
It's not that this method is not feasible, but that the price to pay is too high. If it is her, there are better choices. The air wave has a shortcoming, it is not as easy to control as Xuanguang, as long as it is guided a little and changes its direction, it can attack and cancel each other out. This is what she said by using the spear of the son to attack the shield of the son.
But Shao Zhengyang didn't have her calculation ability, so he couldn't do this. This is probably the best option for now. It's just that, no matter what the outcome is, he's bound to get hurt.
After being attacked abruptly, Shao Zhengyang finally brought out his strengths. The sword moves into one piece, enveloping the opponent.
Tan Yubing's complexion improved: "So, there is a 50% chance of winning."
Lu Mingshu nodded. This is the first battle of the barbarians. If Shao Zhengyang loses, he will lose his momentum.
The sword light was shining, the air waves were surging, and with a bang, the two forces exploded.
When the movement subsided, neither of them could stand up.
Lin Zixin appeared, checked the status of the two, and announced with a smile: "The outcome is not yet decided, and both of them are exhausted. This match is a draw."
At Jiuyao Palace, everyone let out a sigh of relief. As long as you don't lose, Yu Kuang won a game before, if Shao Zhengyang loses, it will inevitably affect the momentum of the sect.
Shao Zhengyang returned to the shed with a pale face.
Kang Tian showed him the injury himself, and told him, "I have internal injuries, go and rest."
Some disciples stepped forward and helped Shao Zhengyang down.
"If you don't win, you can't enter the challenge?" Tan Yubing asked suddenly.
"Yeah, Senior Brother Shao has to fight again..."
Lu Mingshu wanted to sympathize with Shao Zhengyang. In this match against the barbarians, even if you want to give up, you won't be able to get a draw. It's not a loss of face, but you have to fight again with your injuries.
The competition continued.
On the side of Jiuyao Palace, disciples were drawn one after another, some lost and some won.
Tan Yubing went off first and won the next round smoothly.
Lu Mingshu was never drawn. There are too many competitions in the Fusion Realm, and it will take at least three days to complete the primary election.
As night fell, Lin Zixin announced that the first day of the competition was over.