Each contestant has a seat, surrounded by four sides of the B-shaped battle platform, connected into a circular circle.

As soon as Zhang Ruochen found his seat and sat down, a person on the left laughed: "I dared to participate in the eighth-changing sword competition at a young age. Do you look down on yourself too much or look down on us seniors too much?"

Zhang Ruochen turned his head and glanced at the man, feeling a little familiar.

After thinking about it carefully, I immediately remembered that this person seemed to be one of Qi Feiyu's suitors and had met him at the foot of the ancient gods.

So, Zhang Ruochen looked at the name on his seat and saw a wooden sign hanging on it with three words "Xie Yunfan".

Zhang Ruochen smiled and said, "It's just a kendo competition. Why should Senior Xie get angry?"

Xie Yunfan held a blue knife in his hand and shaved his beard. The light on the knife reflected from time to time on Zhang Ruochen's neck, leaving white marks.

He said, "Don't think that you have good swordsmanship, but you dare not take the eighth-changing monks of the Yulong. When you stand on the battle platform, you will understand how big the gap is between you and the eighth-changing monks of the Yulong."

For such self-righteous person, Zhang Ruochen just shook his head, closed his eyes, and stopped talking.

The eighth change of fish and dragon sword competition is already quite heavyweight. It can be said that anyone who dares to sign up has the potential to impact the semi-saints.

Therefore, the senior management of the Liangyi Sect attached great importance to this and sent five semi-saints ancestors to take charge of the Imperial Yuling Mountain to supervise the sword competition.

Lin Yue’s master Zixia’s semi-saint was also among them.

In fact, Zixia's half-saint also heard that someone wanted to kill Lin Yue on the battle stage, so he took the initiative to apply to sit in Yuling Mountain.

No matter what, he is Lin Yue’s master. Although he is quite disappointed with Lin Yue, he cannot watch Lin Yue be killed by others.

The five half-saints sat above, among which Zixia half-saint sat on the left, with purple sacred light emitting all over his body. His old eyes looked at Lin Yue below and sighed again.

He had known about Lin Yue climbing the second mountain of the ancient sacred mountain, and he could not tell whether he was happy or regretful.

Jinglan Bansheng smiled and said, "Among the contestants who participated in the eighth-level sword competition of Yulong, a total of four people climbed to the top of the second mountain, and each one was an amazing talent. Among the four, Lin Yue's qualifications should be the highest."

Zixia Bansaint shook his head and sighed: "If he can lead him on the right path, with his swordsmanship talent, he will have a full hope of becoming a generation of swordsmanship in the future. Unfortunately, he is too ambitious, and the higher his talent, the more he is, the more harmful it will be to him."

"Young people! Who is not a person who is more aware than the sky? What if Lin Yue is really strong and can compete with the eighth-changing cultivator of the fish and dragon?" Jinglan said half-saintly.

Zixia Bansaint smiled bitterly and said, "Have you seen anyone who has just broken through to the Yulong Realm and can confront the eighth-changing monk of Yulong?"

The other half-saints also shook their heads gently to understand Zixia's half-saint's mood.

After finally succeeding in a pride of heaven, he has the talent to become a sword saint, but he goes astray.

Any master will feel very sad when he encounters such a disciple.

Jinglan Bansheng stood up, stepped on the void with his feet, walked step by step above the battle platform, and sang: "Today is the first day of the sword competition. Now, I will announce the rules of the competition."

Below, whether it is the Holy Disciple or the inner disciple, all listen attentively.

"Three basic rules, first, sword art competition is a sword technique competition among fellow disciples, and it is not allowed to deliberately hurt people."

"Second, the contestant can admit defeat and abstain. Once the defeat, the opponent can no longer attack."

"Third, you must not use hidden weapons or poisons, and you must not take pills that increase your cultivation."

"Anyone who violates the above three articles will be severely punished."

"There are 368 contestants who signed up for the eighth-level kendo competition in Yulong. Today is the first round of competition, and the top 100 monks will be determined in a two-two duel."

"Now, all contestants, draw their own order numbers first."

"Wow—"

Jinglan's half-saint waved his sleeve and 368 light spots flew out from her sleeve, like stars, floating above the battle platform.

The contestants present took action to collect the light spots.

Zhang Ruochen used his true energy to condense a big hand, and clawed forward, and put a spot of light into the palm of his hand.

When I opened my palm, I saw that the light spots dispersed and turned into a jade order the size of a fingernail with a command number printed on it, No. 78.

Jinglan Bansheng Road: "No. 1 to No. 92, the character A battle platform."

"No. 93 to No. 184, the character B war platform."

"No. 185 to No. 276, the character C battle platform."

"No. 277 to No. 368, the T-word Battle Platform."

There are four battle platforms in Zhiyuling Mountain. According to the order, Zhang Ruochen came to the bottom of the battle platform with the character A, and began to adjust his own state, preparing to welcome the next swordsmanship competition.

According to the rules, after the first competition, half of the people can be eliminated and the first 184 people can be decided.

In the second competition, half of the people will be eliminated and the top ninety-two people will be decided.

As for losing the first two games, it doesn't mean they will be eliminated directly. They can still compete for the third game to compete for the remaining eight places.

In the end, the top 100 monks can enter the second round of competition.

"Just win two games, you can pass the first round and enter the top 100." Zhang Ruochen said intimately.

The contestants from No. 1 to No. 92 have all arrived at the bottom of the A-shaped battle platform.

Zhang Ruochen observed carefully and soon saw Xu Changsheng's figure below the battle stage. As for the other popular figures with great strength, they disappeared.

Xu Changsheng's eyes also stared at Zhang Ruochen, and the expression on his face became strange, looking like he was smiling.

The monks who sorted numbers one and two have already stepped onto the battlefield.

"Course Enforcement Court, Yan Yunbei."

"Mokongyuan, Han Zhang."

The two monks reported their names and started fighting.

Yan Yunbei is a disciple of the Holy Legend. He is talented and only in his sixties. He is quite young among the eighth-changing monks of the Yulong era. He looks only twenty-seven or eight years old.

However, Han Zhang is an elder in blue and is now 120 years old.

The two are twice as old, but they are in a similar battle.

In the end, Han Zhang used a set of mid-grade ghost-level swordsmanship, attacked thirty-seven moves in a row, and defeated Yan Yunbei.

"I am worthy of being a strong man of the older generation. After a hundred years of accumulation, whether it is combat experience or control of power, Han Zhang has reached the level of superb level." Zixia Bansaint said with a smile.

Zixia Bansaint is Han Zhang's senior brother, so he showed a look of relief when he saw Han Zhang win.

"Yan Yunbei also practiced a set of mid-level sword technique at the ghost level, and he had a chance to win. Unfortunately, his use of sword technique was still worse." Next to him, Jinglan half-saint shook his head gently.

年轻人终究还是不够沉稳,不够老练.

In the subsequent battle, Zhang Ruochen has been observing carefully and humbly learning the experience of confronting masters.

Whether it is a person who is stronger than him or a person who is weaker than him, it is quite amazing to be able to practice the eighth change of the fish and dragon. There is always something worth learning from in him.

Xu Changsheng was ranked 55th, and the 56th fight with him was a 100-year-old elder in Qing.

With just one move, Xu Changsheng penetrated the protective holy spirit of the elder in blue, knocked him off the battlefield, and won the victory neatly.

The strength shown by Xu Changsheng certainly shocked everyone. For a moment, the entire A-shaped battle platform was silent.

Xu Changsheng walked down the battlefield and walked past Zhang Ruochen, stopped, raised his eyelids slightly, stared at him, and said, "Now, do you understand what the eighth transformation of the fish and dragon is, right?"

说完后,许长生就径直离开.

Zhang Ruochen glanced at Xu Changsheng's back, then smiled faintly, and began to observe the swordsmanship competition on the battle stage again.

Every time Zhang Ruochen observes a competition, he can deepen his understanding of swordsmanship.

"Master said that the essence of Jianyi is 'self'. Only by fully experiencing the relationship between 'self' and sword can we cultivate Jianyi to the tenth level of great perfection."

Unconsciously, in Zhang Ruochen's sea of ​​energy, the silver pill-shaped sword intent heart turned into a small figure and began to practice sword moves.

On the battlefield, every monk used his sword moves, the sword intent heart will be used again, and the essence of sword art will be understood from it.

"The next game, No. 77 vs. No. 78." Zixia's half-saint announced.

Xie Yunfan held a white short sword one foot long and stepped onto the battle stage, bowed toward Zixia's semi-saint, and then stood up straight and prepared to start the battle.

他是七十七号.

However, No. 78 had not yet stepped onto the battlefield, and a noisy sound suddenly sounded below the battlefield.

"Who is No. 78, why haven't you stepped onto the battlefield yet?"

"Xie Yunfan is a genius in Yuqing Palace and is quite powerful. I guess he saw No. 77, so the No. 78 was afraid and dared not step onto the battlefield."

"How is it possible? If you dare to participate in a kendo competition, you are all first-class strong people. How could anyone retreat at the last minute?"

...

Seeing that No. 78 had not stepped onto the battlefield for a long time, Zixia frowned, injected the holy energy into the voice, and sang: "The next game, No. 77 is duel No. 78."

Finally, the voice of Zixia's half-saint awakened Zhang Ruochen who was pursuing the sword.

Zhang Ruochen's pupils regained his spirit, and he let out a long breath, glanced at the Baiyu Order in his hand, and whispered: "No. 78, I am No. 78."

Under the gaze of everyone, Zhang Ruochen took a few steps and walked up to the battlefield.

“原来七十八号是林岳.”

The inner disciples present looked at Zhang Ruochen and all their eyes became strange. If it were someone else, they would not believe that they would retreat in the last minute, but Lin Yue... was possible.

After all, Lin Yue is just a new Holy Legend disciple. A few months ago, he was a warrior from the Heavenly Realm.

He rashly signed up for the sword competition at the eighth level of the Yulong transformation, which many people couldn't understand.

Now, he was afraid to step onto the battlefield for a long time. It must have been because he saw the shocking battle ahead that he realized the gap between himself and the eighth-transformer monk of the Yulong Dynasty and was frightened!

Behind the battle, a boo sounded immediately.

Even the disappointment in Zixia's half-saint's eyes deepened a little.

If you are just arrogant and arrogant, as long as you guide and teach carefully, you may not be able to correct it.

However, if a person is too timid and retreats when he meets an opponent stronger than him and does not dare to face it directly. Then, no matter how great the adventure such a person is, he will be just a waste.
Chapter completed!