The sky was clear and the sun was shining brightly.
In the Tianwu Arena, the crowd was bustling, and there were many disciples of the Tianwu Academy sitting on the trapezoidal steps all around.
At the very center of the Tianwu Arena is the Tianwu Arena, which is ten meters long, ten meters wide, and one meter high.
A figure looks like a roc spreading its wings, skimming tens of meters, and landed on the Tianwu Doutai in a steady posture, looking around, radiant and radiant, as if substantial.
"Old man Qin Mo, an elder of the Zhenwu Alliance." With his hands behind his back, the old man spoke loudly and vigorously: "Today, this elder will preside over the competition for the number of Zhenwu Enlightenment Maps. Now, please join the battle."
After the words fell, seven people walked out from one side of the four university palaces.
Seven people, this is the maximum number of people after the Four University Palaces have discussed many times, and they are striving for perfection.
The limit on the number of other forces is also seven, at most seven, but those forces cannot make up seven.
Like the Shangguan family of the declining royal family in the kingdom era, there is only one Shangguan Lianyi who is qualified, but this kind of opportunity to fight against geniuses is rare, especially when the killer cannot be killed. Therefore, the Shangguan family, except for Shangguan Lianyi In addition to the wings, there are three more people, a total of four.
The same is true for other forces, three, four, five, and some even got seven.
A total of seventy-three.
Chen Zong found that several eyes fell on his face, very sharp, with undisguised hostility, from Tianwu Academy and Juren Academy.
"Among you, some of you have reached Rank 8, some have reached Rank 7, and some have reached Rank 6 or even Rank 5." Elder Qin Mo's eyes were sharp. After scanning, he could see through everyone's cultivation. When his eyes fell on Chen Zong, he was surprised that he couldn't see his cultivation.
"Practicing strength level five to level six, are you the opponent of level seven to level eight?" Elder Qin Mo asked suddenly, causing many people's expressions to change immediately.
"There are only five quotas this time, which means that among you, there will be sixty-eight people who will not be able to get the quota. I am not sure who will get the quota in the end, but I can be sure who will not be able to get the quota." Elder Qin Mo continued. : "This elder knows your plan, and wants to take advantage of this opportunity to fight against geniuses and hone yourself. Under normal circumstances, you should be given this opportunity. It's just that this elder doesn't have so much time, and the competition for places must be ended as soon as possible."
As soon as Elder Qin Mo's words came out, many people's expressions immediately changed. This is because they intend to eliminate them from the competition.
"However, this elder is not so ruthless." Elder Qin Mo changed the subject: "Go to the measuring column."
Soon, someone lifted a force measuring column up.
"Practicing strength level five and six, each person has only one chance to attack the force measuring column, and if they can hit the seventy mark, they are eligible to participate in the competition for places." Elder Qin Mo said.
Chen Zong carefully looked at the force measuring column. It was the same shape as the one he had seen before, and it also had a 100 scale, but he could tell from what Elder Qin Mo said, that it was different from the previous force measuring column.
"I'll come first." A martial artist who practiced Jinjing Rank 6 strode out and stood two meters away in front of the force measuring column, concentrating on his momentum and mobilizing his inner strength.
"Tiger roars in the field!"
With a shout, it was like a tiger roaring, followed by a punch, ferocious and swift, a phantom of a tiger's head appeared under the fist, and it opened its mouth to let out an astonishing roar, and the gust of wind struck.
The breath of practicing Jinjing rank six permeated.
With a bang, the force measuring column trembled slightly, and the red rose straight up from the base. In the blink of an eye, it exceeded the sixty mark, and continued to go up, but stopped at the sixty-eight mark, unable to charge up again.
The man's face changed back and forth, very unwilling.
"Ten scales represent one revolution, and ten to twenty represent two revolutions. In this way, seventy scales represent seven revolutions." Chen Zong was stunned.
This means that one must have the attack power of Rank 7 of the Jinjing Realm to be eligible to really participate in the battle for the spot.
If you think about it, the sixth rank of the strength training belongs to the middle stage of the strength training, and the seventh rank of the strength training belongs to the later stage. The gap between the two is obvious.
"I abstain." Said a martial artist who practiced Jin Jing rank five.
My family knows their own affairs, and they can't hit the 70 scale after practicing Jin Jing for six rounds, let alone him who only practiced Jin Jing for five rounds.
Seventy-three people, those who have reached Rank 8 of the Strength Training Stage, three from the Tianwu Academy, two from the Giant Blade Academy, two from the Blood Academy, and two from the True Sword Academy, making a total of nine. Seven ranks, there are twenty-two in total, and the remaining forty-two people are all practicing Jinjing ranks five and six, including Chen Zong.
"I'll do it." A man who practiced Jinjing Rank 5 was probably holding the idea of trying his luck, strode towards the force measuring column, gathered all his strength, and performed the killer move of the martial arts he was practicing.
One leg seemed to be able to crush a ten thousand catty boulder, and it slammed towards the force measuring column.
With a bang, the force overflowed, and the force measuring column trembled, as if it was about to be crushed.
The red surged upwards, directly crossing the fifty scale, heading straight to sixty, and when it reached sixty-one, it trembled slightly and stopped.
The cultivation base of the fifth rank of the Jin Jingjing, but the attack power can reach the sixth rank of the Jinjing Jing, which is indeed very good, but there is still a significant gap from the 70th scale, and we will be eliminated.
One after another came up to the test, bursting out with his strongest blow, but the one with the best score almost reached the seventy mark, just a little difference, and he was doomed to miss this competition for the spot.
"Palace Master, Chen Zong should be able to hit the seventy mark." One of the two elders of the True Sword Academy was a little worried.
The gap between the sixth rotation and the seventh rotation is obvious, and the gap between the sixty-nine scale and the seventy scale is equally obvious.
"Don't worry." Master Huanyun smiled slightly.
Master Huanyun knew very well what Chen Zong's strength was like in three months, so he wasn't worried at all.
However, whether Chen Zong can win the spot in the end, Master Huanyun has no idea. After all, there are as many as nine of them who have practiced the eighth turn of Jinjing, each of them is a genius, and their strength is completely out of the ordinary. of.
But even if you can't get a spot in the end, you can still fight against these geniuses and sharpen yourself.
Chen Zong did not go up until the last one.
"It turns out that his cultivation has not yet reached Rank 7 of the Strength Training Realm."
"I can't see through it, I thought it had reached rank seven."
Many people were surprised when they saw Chen Zong walking towards the force measuring column.
Three meters away from the force measuring column, after standing still, Chen Zong stared with both eyes, and drew his sword out of its sheath. The light of the sword was like a shooting star across the sky. .
"Peak of turn six!"
In an instant, Chen Zong's internal energy permeated, letting people know his cultivation.
The ultimate skill of the Thunder Light Swordsmanship——Lightning Lightning Sweeping the Sky!
Red immediately rose from the base, blinked, and rushed past the sixty mark.
sixty one!
sixty two!
sixty-three!
Soon, the red rushed to the sixty-nine mark, approaching seventy.
Daoist Huanyun was there, and the two elders were staring at him with wide-eyed eyes, a little nervous.
Lin Hao, Liu Ze, Xuan Jianzi and You Jianzi were also staring at the scale on the force measuring column.
As if swimming against the current, like a fish leaping over a dragon's gate, the red rushed to the seventy mark all of a sudden, shook up and down slightly, and then stopped at the seventy mark for three seconds.
"That's right." Elder Qin Mo nodded.
The cultivation base at the peak of the sixth rank of the Jinjing can display the attack power of the seventh rank of the Jinjing, which is indeed good, although it has just reached the threshold of the seventh rank of the Jinjing.
"I knew Junior Brother Chen was fine." Lin Hao laughed.
The peak of the sixth rank is still in the middle stage, and the early stage of the seventh rank is in the late stage. The difference between the two is still very obvious. Looking at the warriors in front, all of them are considered to be talented, but no one can reach the attack power of the seventh rank. .
"What's your name?" Elder Qin Mo looked at Chen Zong and asked, approachable.
"Chen Zong."
"I've heard of your name before." Elder Qin Mo said with a smile, "Congratulations on your qualification to participate in the competition for the quota of the True Martial Enlightenment Map."
"As for you, we can only be eliminated." Elder Qin Mo swept through many fighters who practiced Jinjing rank five and rank six, and said bluntly: "And the thirty two of you have a chance to get one of the five places."
Soon someone came up and lifted the force measuring column away, and then moved up a black iron box.
"The next match is the promotion match. Thirty-two people will draw lots first, number one against number two, number three against number four, the winner will advance to the next round, and the loser will be eliminated." Elder Qin Mo said in a neither high nor low tone: " After two rounds of promotion, it will be the final points race."
"Come and draw lots."
As Elder Qin Mo's words fell, everyone walked towards the black iron box, reached in through the circular opening above, and took out the number plate.
The number plate Chen Zong got was number nine, and his opponent was number ten.
"Your cultivation base is at the peak of rank six, but you can have an attack power of rank seven. It's really good, but unfortunately, you met me." Shangguan Lianyi looked at the number plate in his hand, and saw the number plate in Chen Zong's hand. The number of the card, said immediately.
"It's too early to say who will win." Chen Zong smiled lightly.
"Hehe." Shangguan Lianyi smiled, feeling that Chen Zong was overestimating his capabilities.
"No. 1 and No. 2 are ready to fight, and everyone else retreats to the Tianwu Doutai." Elder Qin Mo announced loudly, his figure floated up slightly, and he slid back.
The number one is Xuan Jianzi of the True Sword Academy, and the number two is a Rank 7 disciple of the Liexue Academy.
The victory or defeat can almost be predicted before the hands are started.
"You are not my opponent." Xuan Jianzi said calmly, his eyes drifted, and he didn't know where his gaze was.
"Who knows." The disciple of Liexue Academy grinned, his figure rushed out like the wind, he pulled out his scimitar with his backhand, and cut Xuan Jianzi from the side like a crescent moon.
Unexpectedly, it was just a phantom, and the real scimitar appeared behind Xuan Jianzi at an inconceivable angle with a cold light, cutting straight to the back of the neck.
Xuan Jianzi remained motionless until the moment when the scimitar approached him, and then he swung the sword with its sheath, easily resisting the cut of the scimitar, and at the same time turned his wrist, the long sword with its sheath wrapped around the blade, and the head of the sword hit the disciple of Liexue Academy directly on the chest , with a bang, it was directly repelled a few meters, and he took a step forward, followed like a shadow, and the second blow hit the same place on the chest of the disciple of the Blood Academy again, causing bleeding from the corner of the opponent's mouth.
"I admit defeat." Only then did the disciples of the Blood Academy realize that the gap between their own strength and the opponent's was too great, and there was no comparison at all.
"It does have some skills." The Lianjin Stage 8 of the Tianwu Academy and the Liexue Academy were slightly startled, and said secretly, listing Xuan Jianzi as a strong opponent.
(end of this chapter)