After settling Yan Feng's case, Qin Wushuang had no worries in his heart and his thoughts were clear. wWW. QuanBeN-XiaoShuo. The target in com's mind is the core disciple ranking competition.
King Lihuo has mastered a total of seven of this top-quality innate primary elixir. Among them, Dharma King Lihuo took one away, another one showed filial piety to his master, and then gave one to the purple-robed Great Master to create an innate martial saint who protects the country. Now he gave one to Yan Feng, which is equivalent to losing four.
There are three more, and Qin Wushuang has already decided on two of them, preparing to leave them to his father and brother-in-law Da Ximing.
In other words, there was only one innate primary spiritual elixir left at his disposal. The rest are the ordinary innate primary spirit pills.
That night, Qin Wushuang was alone in the secret room, once again tempering the spiritual power in the sea of consciousness, and methodically used the spiritual power to move through the body one by one.
Although he couldn't fight any flaws and discomforts in his physical body, he still didn't dare to neglect it. When he had time, he didn't forget to test it with his spiritual power.
The absorption in the spiritual power formation made Qin Wushuang feel that the spiritual power in his body was filled a lot more. Although he didn't know how far he was from the realm of the inner spirit, one thing was certain. If you continue to work hard in this direction, the realm of the spiritual realm will definitely not be too late.
He had a hunch that with the "Beiming **", a heaven-defying skill, his cultivation at the level of innate spiritual martial arts was equivalent to a heaven-defying cheating device. The speed of cultivation is definitely much faster than others.
In other words, as long as his physical body is strong enough and there is a sufficient source of spiritual power, he can even inhale it infinitely.
Of course, he wouldn't do that. Qin Wushuang knows very well that one bite cannot make him a fat man. Along the way of cultivation, only by continuously accumulating small steps can we reach a thousand miles. Only by accumulating small streams can we become a river.
After practicing for half a night, Qin Wushuang felt that all the spiritual power in the Qi Sea had completely formed a whole and merged into a whole. He knew that the more subtle the integration, the purer the spiritual power. The greater the power exerted.
After completing the practice, Qin Wushuang had no distracting thoughts in his mind and completely entered a meditative state. He rested for half the night and before he knew it, dawn was about to break. A new day is over again.
This day can almost be said to be the most exciting day in Xingluo Palace in the past year. Because the annual grand finale, the ranking of the ten core disciples, is about to begin.
Although this is only a competition among the ninety-six core disciples, it affects the hearts of all Xingluo Palace disciples. They themselves cannot participate, but they yearn for the core disciples of Yun. While watching the battle, they imagine that one day they will Standing on the entire stage, punching heroes from all over the world, kicking heroes from all over the world, how glorious is that
Some even couldn't help but take on the role, associating themselves with someone among the core disciples, cheering and cheering for them crazily.
All in all, this core disciple ranking competition has almost aroused the enthusiasm of everyone in Xingluo Palace, including those old guys, who can't help but feel a little flustered. Ninety-six core disciples, including the five newest ones, are all listed.
On the stage, the five palace masters were in the front row, while the eight emperors and elders were in the second and third rows. The envoys in front of the palace and other high-ranking officials also found their own positions.
The master of the main hall, Zhuo Buqun, looked around with a smile and said loudly: "Standing here are the ninety-six most outstanding and promising core disciples of our Xingluo Palace. You are the protagonists of today's grand gathering. I hope you will Each of you will use your special skills to provide a wonderful ranking match for all the students in Xingluo Palace. Do you have confidence?" "Yes!"
Zhuo Buqun nodded with satisfaction: "Very good, as per the old rules, the top thirty-two core disciples will have nothing to do with you in the first round and can be bystanders. The remaining sixty-four core disciples will have numbers corresponding to your rankings. The lots have all been compiled. Did you see this big fight on the stage? Here are the lots for the sixty-four of you. We, the five hall masters, will take turns to go up and draw lots. Each person will take out two lots at a time. The two lottery numbers taken out are the opponents in the first round! Do you understand?" "I understand." The main hall master smiled and clapped his hands, and asked the other four hall masters to stand up. The five major hall masters stood collectively in front of the big fight. . "Please supervise the four hall masters. Now I will mess up all the lots."
Zhuo Buqun kept waving his arms, shuffling all the lottery spots, and then turned to ask the four palace masters: "Everyone, have you seen it clearly?" The four palace masters all nodded: "No problem. "Okay, please let the Lord of the Fifth Hall pick out two first. "The main hall master said with a smile.
Tian Zhixing was not polite. He walked up with a smile, pulled out two lots with one hand, untied them and announced, "Thirty-eight versus seventy-five."
The two core disciples who were called out stretched their heads and looked around for their opponents, trying to see if they were acquaintances and making sure they were not opponents of their own lineage. Only then were they satisfied. It was the turn of Leng Qiuchi, the leader of the fourth hall, to step forward and draw two lots: "Forty-five versus forty-eight!" The rankings of these two lots were very close, and they looked quite evenly matched. The master of the third hall, Zhong Wuyin, stepped forward and grabbed two. When he untied them, his expression changed slightly. He really wished he could draw a handful on his hand. What kind of bad luck was this? He caught it. The two people in the first round were both his disciples from the same lineage. "Thirty-five versus fifty-one." Zhong Wuyin announced helplessly, cursing the bad luck in his heart and muttering to himself, "Didn't you wash your hands when you went out today? Are you going to take your luck like this when you show up?"
After Zhong Wuyin finished his draw, it was naturally Qin Wushuang's master Tan Zhongchi who drew Yo. His draw was relatively average. He was neither his disciple nor anything special. Just as he was about to walk away, the master of the hall suddenly smiled and said: "Second brother, please mess up the lot one more time. This will prevent me from cheating before." Tan Zhongchi nodded, and Wen messed up the lot. Zhuo Buqun stepped forward to draw. In this way, the five hall masters take turns to go up. After each round, there will be ten places and five groups will compete.
Qin Wushuang was drawn in the third round, and the one who won him was Leng Qiuchi, the master of the fourth hall, who said loudly: "Sixty-eight, versus ninety-two."
When No. 68 suddenly heard the result, he was ecstatic and said happily: "Hey, my opponent's ranking is very low. In the first round, it seems that this time the hope has been greatly increased." Looking around at the moment, no He asked: "By the way, do you know who No. 92 is?"
There are only sixty-four people participating in the lottery, so it is easy to find someone from each other. Soon someone caught a glimpse of the changes in Qin Wushuang. Thinking of the smugness of No. 68, they couldn't help teasing: "Congratulations, your opponent is the top three senior disciples in the assessment and has been promoted." Huh? Yeah? Which one is it? "
"Oh, if I remember correctly, his name should be Qin Wushuang!"
No. 68 was immediately stunned and lost his voice: "Qin Wushuang?" He lamented. He was originally full of joy, thinking that he had encountered a soft persimmon this time. When he heard that it was Qin Wushuang, his breath suddenly deflated, as if he had been stabbed by a needle. It deflated like a burst balloon.
He murmured: "Why do I have to bear my fate like that? Do you think you have to let me fall into the lottery for two consecutive years? God, you are so unfair. You bear it year after year. Our character is poor. Has it reached this point? Qin Wushuang... Oh my god, who is Qin Wushuang? The champion of the senior disciple assessment, with perfect scores in six categories, the outside world is optimistic that he will enter the top sixteen, and even have the ability to reach the top ten.
It can even be said that his strength is at the level of a seed player. It's just that due to the rules, senior disciples must participate in the first round of assessments after promotion.
Compared with the lamentations of his opponent, Qin Wushuang's mentality was extremely calm. The top thirty-two did not participate in the first round. For him, Qin Wushuang, the difficulty was not high at all.
After the thirty-two core disciples, I am afraid that even Li Wuji is slightly inferior. Qin Wushuang was able to kill Li Wuji earlier, but now after such a long period of baptism and training, there is no reason why he should fail. In the first round of drawing lots, in addition to the encounter between disciples from the three hall masters' lineage, there was also a duel between fellow disciples from the main hall master's lineage. The results of the lottery came out, thirty-two pairs, sixty-four people, all found each other's opponents. Next stop, Xingluo Palace Performance - Wutai.
The martial arts performance stage of Xingluo Palace is located in the north of Xingluo Palace. It is located in a wide area. It is a huge high platform with a very wide area. Sixty-four small martial arts performance stages were built on it according to the eight and sixty hexagrams, clustered in the middle. A huge Tai Chi Bagua with a very open terrain.
Even the small martial arts stage is at least thirty feet long and wide, so it is perfect for martial arts competitions.
Qin Wushuang felt shocked when he looked at this majestic martial arts arena. I have to admit that every scenery in Xingluo Palace has a kind of majestic and shocking beauty. In this huge martial arts arena, there are 60 small martial arts stages, and you can barely see the edges of each other. "I'm afraid, only by flying high in the sky can we have a more complete view of this huge martial arts arena, right?" Qin Wushuang thought in his heart.
It has to be said that Qin Wushuang is closely related to the lineage of the fifth hall master. That number 68 is actually a disciple of the fifth hall master Tian Zhixing. Under the leadership of the arbiter, the two came to their duel stage. Qin Wushuang stood on the stage, with his hands on his waist. His whole body was like a sculpture, his expression was surprisingly cold, and his eyes swept over No. 68. "Let's move!" Qin Wu swung the long whip in both hands, and the whip shadows were thick in the void, as if countless silver dragons were dancing, shaking out various ripples in a psychedelic way.
The sixty-eight men felt dazed for a while. They thrust out the spear in their hands, gritted their teeth, shouted loudly, and pierced Qin Wushuang's front door. To strike first is to be strong, but to strike later is to suffer disaster. With these thoughts in mind, whenever Sixty-Eight takes action, it will be a poisonous move. However, in Qin Wushuang's eyes, this kind of marksmanship was just a minor skill. The head of the whip stretched out, like a poisonous snake spitting a message, and wrapped it directly towards the head of the spear. The two forces collided in the void, and the innate aura collided, immediately shaking the void with a "chichi" sound.
The atmosphere, during this collision, was pushed to the climax.