The 160 matches in the first round of the Folding Flower Fair will be held in four arenas, with four matches in each arena, ending in ten days. This rule is because in the first match, there is often a large gap in strength and it does not take long. If it times out, it will be judged as a draw, and the two will advance at the same time.
In the next round, there is no tie rule, and the time is extended indefinitely until the winner is determined, or one person admits defeat.
After the lottery, the young practitioners have one day to prepare.
The entire Yecheng boiled on this day.
All the teahouses were full of seats, and there was thunderous applause. There were rumors in the market about the skills and techniques of fighting the two of them. They were well-founded and convincing, as if they had actually seen it with their own eyes.
Bold people rushed to the foot of Chongming Mountain to build a grass hut, which was far away from the ring, but they could hear the sound and see the colorful light, which was enough to make them excited.
However, the protagonists of this event are naturally not Yecheng people.
The disciples of the Baopu sect by the Xinshui Bridge in the north of the city, the disciples of the Lianjian sect in the Xinghualin in the west of the city, the Buddhist monks by the Tongan Canal in the east of the city, the disciples of other sects in the inn in the city, and the Cangya by the autumn lake in the south of the city The disciples of the mountain all reacted differently because of the result of the lottery.
They collected information, analyzed the opponent's weaknesses and strengths, and pondered the tactics and routines for tomorrow's battle. After worrying about themselves, they couldn't help but worry about their fellow students.
Everyone knows that Cangyashan and Baopuzong have a bad relationship.
In the first round of the lottery, except for Yin Biyue, only Ruan Xiaolian was selected as a disciple of Baopuzong.
But it wasn't Ruan Xiaolian that worried the most.
"The other three groups are at least similar, but what about Senior Brother Yin?" The disciple who spoke had a worried look on his face, "... Senior Brother Yin reached the Concentration Realm three years after he started, which is really fast. But I heard... Where did Bao Puzong come from? The barrier-breaking realm has been broken through half a year ago!"
Even though Duan Chongxuan scoffed at all six of the 'Bao Pu Qi Zi', in fact, the 'Bao Pu Qi Zi' reputation is still very loud.
As soon as the voice fell, someone retorted, "What about the gap in realm! Senior Brother Yin is a disciple of the Sword Saint! I think when Senior Brother Jun Yu was in the Xiaocheng realm, he was better than a Mahayana ancestor!"
The disciple who said this has admired Jun Yu from the beginning, and when he was at his most enthusiastic, he even deliberately imitated the posture of dressing up and holding a sword.
Not everyone looks at the problem with strong personal feelings, and some are calm, "But to cross the border to win, after all, there is one in a hundred miles."
"But I believe that Senior Brother Yin will win!" He Yanyun's face was full of determination as a clear female voice sounded.
Others were also infected by her confidence,
"I also believe that Senior Brother Yin will win!"
"Brother Yin will definitely win!"
Contrary to the confidence of Cangya Mountain's disciples, the odds in Yecheng's casinos were already set at three to seven. Those who buy Yin Bi will lose more.
Because I don't know when, such rumors began to rise: Yin Biyue, a disciple of the Sword Saint, went into a demon while practicing swordsmanship, and his cultivation was greatly damaged.
This rumor was told vividly, and many disciples of the sect believed it.
Yecheng is rich and has a large casino, but the number of foreign monks who go to gambling is far more than the residents of the city. Because Yecheng people want to gamble, they must provide proof of their existing property before placing a bet to prove that they will not go bankrupt and carry huge debts because of losing the bet. In addition to this, there are many restrictions and rules. Over time, fewer people gamble.
The monks from outside do not have to abide by the rules of the casino. They bet not only to win money, but also to show their support for the sect and show the prestige of the sect.
Duan Chongxuan walked in with a fan, and walked out with a fan.
When he entered, Yin Biyue's odds against He Lai were three to seven. When he came out, the odds were stretched to 6-4.
Baopuzong's disciples didn't understand, "This is impossible! Where did this person get so much money?!!"
But they were never willing to show their timidity. After piecing together, they found that it was still not enough to push the odds back. One person said, "Anyway, Senior Brother He will definitely win! Even if you borrow money to bet now, you will be able to win back then!"
The disciples of Baopuzong suddenly became enlightened, and went to Yecheng Qianzhuang to borrow a large sum of money.
Yin Biyue was completely unaware of these things.
He played the sword in the sea of knowledge, and he has settled for three days and three nights. At this time, no matter whether people in the world have confidence in him or not, they cannot affect him in the slightest.
Because he has confidence in himself.
Until it was Duan Chongxuan's turn to compete, he woke up from meditation. Put on the Taoist robe of Cangya Mountain, and carefully straighten his clothes in front of the mirror.
Opening the door, the morning breeze is accompanied by the fragrance of Magnolia Magnolia.
When he looked up, he happened to meet Luo Mingchuan who was waiting under the tree, and Duan Chongxuan also happened to come out of the house.
Today's Duan Chongxuan can't see the slightest tension on the eve of the battle. Dressed more elegantly, extravagant but not extravagant. It's not like going to fight, but like going on a blind date.
Luo Mingchuan looked at Yin Biyue, "Junior brother, you..."
There was no cape or hood on the robe, so three thousand white hairs poured down.
Yin Biyue quickly understood what he meant and said,
"I used to be afraid of scaring children on the road, but I wasn't ashamed to see people, and I had to cover my face everywhere. Now the flower-folding meeting has begun, and it will be bright and magnanimous."
Luo Mingchuan only felt a pain in his heart when he heard it. If it wasn't for him, the younger brother's appearance was so beautiful, where would he need to cover up? How could he be ridiculed by bandits in Panlongling because of this
Soon, his thoughts calmed down, and Qianye Lian on Chongming Mountain was bound to win this time.
The three walked out of the city together. Among the endless stream of people, there were disciples of various factions, as well as people rushing to watch the excitement. Yin Biyue's hair color was particularly striking.
It's just those good-natured speculations or malicious eyes, he doesn't care at all.
But Luo Mingchuan cares.
He found that when so many people looked at his younger brother, his heart began to be restless.
It's not normal, he doesn't know why. Don't even know what to do.
Fortunately, there were already people on the stage, and everyone's attention was quickly diverted.