They were dressed in light golden robes. They were all about thirty years old. They had majestic looks and long beards hanging on their chests. A wave of powerful profound energy rippled around their figures. Even the light began to distort around them.
All the registered disciples immediately did not even dare to express their anger.
Ding Hao felt a suffocating feeling approaching him, as if three ancient mountains were pressing in front of him.
Whether it is in the lower dantian or middle dantian of the abdomen, the two profound energies of ice and fire seem to be suppressed, and begin to violently release and surge, running rapidly in the meridians and acupuncture points, like thunder, and begin to act instinctively. resistance.
He had to use his power to suppress it quickly, and then the profound energy in his body slowly stabilized.
"It's so scary. The strength of these three middle-aged men has probably surpassed the realm of the Innate Martial Arts Sect and has reached an unbelievable level. The Wenjian Sect is really as skilled as the clouds!"
Ding Hao secretly admired in his heart.
"Tch, they're just a few little guys in the Grand Master realm. I think back then, I could crush thousands of these guys to death with just one finger!" Daozu snorted disdainfully in his mind.
"That's right, a small sect is indeed a small sect, and only three generations of disciples can reach the realm of a grandmaster. Hehe, they are vulnerable!" Sword Ancestor was not willing to lag behind and immediately launched the map cannon.
Ding Hao touched his nose disapprovingly and did not respond to these two "ancestors".
The origins of these two ancestors are mysterious, and they are hundreds of thousands of years old monsters. In their eyes, they are low-class goods, but in today's Snow State, they are probably both super masters in their own right.
"These three people are all core true disciples among the three generations of disciples. I never expected that someone with such status would preside over this competition among the five academies!"
Among the registered disciples, some recognized the identities of the three golden-robed strong men on the stage and whispered.
The Wenjian Sect was founded 1,500 years ago and has produced countless generations of disciples. The traditional rule is that the highest-ranking person at that time is the first generation of disciples, and the following generations are divided into second, third and even higher generations according to the time of joining the sect. Seventh and eighth generation disciples.
Today, the senior ancestor of the Wenjian Sect is said to have lived for more than six hundred years and has remained hidden from the world.
The current leader, Li Shuijian, is a second-generation disciple.
Li Shuijian has been in control of the Wenjian Sect for more than three hundred years, and his strength is unfathomable. It is said that no one in the Wenjian Sect can match him except that ancestor, and he is also one of the famous grand masters in the entire Snow State.
Li Shuijian has a very high prestige in the sect, but the leader usually lives in seclusion. Ding Hao and other named disciples are not qualified to meet this important figure.
Except for some powerful elders who are the same generation as the leader Li Shuijian, the three generations of disciples already have a high status in the sect.
In particular, the core true disciples among the third-generation disciples are almost the top candidates for Wenjian Sect in the future. Their status is second only to the small number of second-generation disciples. The fact that they can come out to preside over this five-academy competition shows that Wenjian Sect has great respect for them. This time the registered disciples competed seriously.
"Meet the three senior brothers (uncles)!"
Around the martial arts arena, everyone bowed and saluted with respectful expressions.
On the first stage, a middle-aged man with a big face and big ears raised his hand, and a gentle force spread out, lifting everyone up. This man was as powerful as an abyss, extremely majestic, and his eyes were burning like fire. He was so bright that no one dared to look at him.
He glanced at the registered disciples of the fifth academy and nodded slightly.
"The competition of the five academies begins now. I hope that all disciples will pay attention to this competition, go all out, show your strongest state, and strengthen the power of Wenwen Sword Sect. Don't be timid and lose ground before and after, so that all elders, senior brothers and The leader is disappointed!"
Another third-generation master wearing a light golden robe read aloud.
Next, another third-generation disciple read out some rules and rewards of the competition, and then the competition of the five houses officially began.
Under the envious gazes of more than two thousand registered disciples, the seeded contestants selected by each academy slowly walked out of the crowd and came to the bottom of the first arena to draw their respective numbers for the competition. Group.
…
"Huh?"
On the first stage, the middle-aged man with big ears and long beard in front of him suddenly expressed surprise.
"What? Did Senior Brother Yin find something wrong?" Lu Qi, the third-generation master who had never spoken at his side, laughed.
On the other hand, Yin Yifei, a middle-aged man with big ears, shook his head slightly and said: "I suddenly had a very strange feeling just now. Among the fifty seed players from each house below, someone gave me a very strange aura. When I sensed it carefully, But nothing was found, could it be that I had an illusion?"
"Is there such a thing?" Lu Qi was extremely surprised.
"Maybe Senior Brother Yin is deaf and blind, and there is something wrong with his practice. What's all the fuss about." Cheng Fei, another third-generation disciple, curled his lips in a sarcastic tone and said: "These two thousand or so named disciples are all carefully selected by the sect. Miaozi, is there something strange?"
"You..." Lu Qi was furious.
Yin Yifei waved his hand, signaling Lu Qi not to argue with Cheng Fei.
The core disciples also have different factions. This Cheng Fei is not a figure in Yin Yifei's group. It is common to undermine each other. Although Yin Yifei is angry in his heart, in a formal occasion like today, in front of thousands of registered disciples and elders, There is no need to start a fight.
…
Ding Hao received the green No. 10 card.
After handing the sign representing himself into the hands of another working disciple, he temporarily returned to the disciple sequence of Qingshan East Campus, waiting for the result of the final battle to be announced.
Just now when he passed the first arena, an extremely powerful aura suddenly passed over his body, almost making Ding Hao lose his temper on the spot. It seems that the strange state in his body attracted the attention of a certain third-generation disciple on the stage. .
Ding Hao was thoughtful.
Soon, the seeded players who had drawn their numbers came back one after another.
Ji Xin, Li Juling and other seeded contestants from the Qingshan East Campus returned after handing in their number tags. They all looked eager to show off their skills in the competition among the five colleges. They were excited with the disciples who had good relationships with them. What he said was full of confidence.
Li Lan behaved very low-key, standing quietly among the crowd, closing his eyes to rest.
Beside him, his two confidants Ge Yin and Zhang Tianlun were looking around, looking like they couldn't wait for the competition to come as soon as possible.
Ding Hao was keenly aware that there was some inexplicable hostility in the eyes of these two people when they looked at him. Moreover, the momentum of these two people today seemed to be different from the previous few days.
"Damn, could it be that my mocking face is working again? These two guys..."
Ding Hao felt strange in his heart and was secretly on guard.