[Chapter 282: Sun-like Thunder Sword]
Among the ancient sects, Kunlun has the longest history, which means it has the longest seniority. Everyone takes Kunlun as the leader.
Of course, this is just a support, not that Kunlun’s people are the strongest.
So the ceremony and orders are all guided by Kunlun’s long spirit.
After announcing the start of the ancient martial arts conference, Wu Nan of Shenlongtan issued a card number to each participant, and they competed in a one-to-two pattern. They could also choose not to, which was equivalent to giving up the competition. And so on
, they kept lining up to guide a round of competition.
Of course, there are restrictions on this. For ancient martial artists to compete, the first to third levels of dark energy are one round, the fourth to sixth levels are the second round, and the seventh to ninth levels are the last round.
The age limit is not more than 30 years old.
In this way, most people will be eliminated.
This is a round of competition to select disciples, and then you will have a competition to compete for power, and there is no limit to this.
In short, the ancient martial arts conference is an ancient tradition, and the content is not just these. Baishan, who was sitting next to Yang Yiyu, explained it to Yang Yiyu slowly.
At this moment, the first round began, and it was a competition between ancient warriors with the first to third levels of dark energy. Generally speaking, the elders of the major families brought their followers to gain experience and try their luck. If one of their followers was valued by the innate boss, it would be a great opportunity.
Among the disciples of Yunmen brought by Yang Yiyun, only Wang Zongren was more suitable. He entered the sect late and had never practiced martial arts. After joining Yunmen, he was directly called a cultivator. Now he is at the peak of the first level of Qi Refining, which is equivalent to the first level of dark energy.
Yang Yiyun wanted to choose matching skills for his two disciples. Dugu Hui practiced “Xianjian Jue” and entered the Dao with swords. Wang Zongren had average qualifications but good luck and practiced “Wanxiang Gong”. He was considered to be the first level of Qi Refining, but his foundation was very solid, but his luck had not yet been revealed.
In this round of competition, Wang Zongren started at halftime.
In addition, there was Li Dayi, who had a martial arts foundation and was already at the second level of Qi Refining after practicing Taoism. There was also Dugu Hui, whose internal force was quickly transformed and he had reached the third level of Qi Refining.
As for Lu Xuexi, she looked like she was at the fifth level of Qi Refining Stage, but in fact, her strength and means were enough to win against the ninth level of Dark Power.
Among the people from Yunmen, only Daochang Fang was old and no longer within the scope of the competition, and the rest seemed to be able to participate.
However, Yang Yiyu told Lu Xuexi not to participate in the first round of the competition, and to wait until the power struggle came.
Anyway, on the surface, the cultivation of Yunmen was low because of the cultivation, but the real strength was indeed much stronger than the same Dark Power ancient martial artists.
Anyway, Yang Yiyu had confidence in everyone in Yunmen. After all, they were cultivators, and everyone practiced martial arts. The original “Star Covering Heaven Sword” and “Great Sun Thunder Sword” were two swordsmanship suitable for men and women.
In terms of comprehensive strength, Yang Yiyu believed that Yunmen would show a good appearance in the Ancient Martial Arts Conference, and he waited and saw.
Soon, the first person who was drawn came on the stage. The disciple of the Mao family, a small family in the south, fought against the child of a couple of Dark Power ninth level casual cultivators. Both of them were at the first level of Dark Power, and their ages were almost the same, both in their early twenties.
At this age, being able to cultivate to the first level of dark energy is also considered a good talent.
Several innates all discussed that the seedlings that appeared in this session of the ancient martial arts conference were all good.
The two people in the field had already started fighting. Neither side used weapons. They fought with fists and feet, and fought one move after another. It seemed that they were evenly matched, but Yang Yiyun could see that the Mao family would win within three moves.
Sure enough, as soon as the thought came to his mind, the young man of the Mao family made a feint, which made the opponent panic. He kicked the young man of the casual cultivation party out of the competition line and won.
Yang Yiyun sighed in his heart: “The ancient martial arts family is still profound and has an advantage. The young man of the casual cultivation party is comparable to the young man of the Mao family in terms of internal strength. He only lost in the moves.”
Then he entered the next game…
Yang Yiyun was not interested in this kind of martial arts competition. He just watched the excitement. In his eyes, there was no amazing person.
Yang Yiyun’s observation used the spiritual consciousness to see the talent of the contestant. Is it an experienced cultivation talent? If he could meet someone with a single spiritual root, he wouldn’t mind accepting him as a disciple of Yunmen.
Unfortunately, there are only a few geniuses in this world, and they were all ordinary people after eight games.
When it came to the ninth game, Wu Nan’s voice sounded: “The ninth game is Wang Zongren vs. Ye Chu.”
At this moment, Yang Yiyu suddenly looked up at the field. He couldn’t help but pay attention to his apprentice’s competition.
Wang Zongren was in the first level of Qi Refining, just entering the door of cultivation, while Ye Chu was a descendant of an ancient martial arts family. The head of the Ye family, Ye Zaitian, and an elder were killed by Yang Yiyu, but another elder of the Ye family was seriously injured but not dead, so the Ye family still exists.
In Yang Yiyu’s eyes, Ye Chu was at the second level of Dark Power, and Wang Zongren was at the first level of Qi Refining, which was equivalent to the first level of Dark Power. As long as the gap between the two sides did not exceed three levels, he would comply with the rules of the competition.
In the eyes of outsiders, Wang Zongren was bound to lose this match, but Yang Yiyu had some confidence in Wang Zongren. The advantages of cultivators were much stronger than those of ancient warriors. What’s more, Wang Zongren practiced the Wanxiang Gong plus the Sun Thunder Swordsmanship. He was trained by Lu Xuexi, so he should not lose.
After the competition began, Ye Chu held a knife in his hand, full of anger. He wanted to eat the flesh and blood of the people of Yunmen, and the murderous intent was pervasive. It was normal for him to show his anger during the competition. He wanted to kill Wang Zongren.
Since the opponent had a chance, Wang Zongren would not suffer.
Dugu Hui said to Wang Zongren off the court: “Brother, take the sword, don’t embarrass the master.” While speaking, Dugu Hui threw his sword to Wang Zongren. Wang
Zongren was silent, but he was strong inside. After taking the sword, he nodded to Dugu Hui, then glanced at his master Yang Yiyu sitting on the stage, and said firmly in his heart: “I will not embarrass the master.”
He even thought that his aptitude was not as good as his senior brother Dugu Hui, so he
had been practicing very hard since then, and he remembered the words of the elder Lu Xuexi, the guardian of Yunmen, that hard work pays off. He had practiced the Great Sun Tathagata Sword every day, and had made some progress. He was very eager to fight in this battle.
“I’m going to kill you, little thief from Yunmen~” Ye Chu looked at Wang Zongren in a low voice on the field, with a murderous tone.
“Be careful not to flick your tongue, it will be easy for me to kill you~” Wang Zongren was not willing to be outdone.
The two of them exchanged words in a way that only they could hear.
When Wu Nan shouted to start.
Ye Chu had already stabbed Wang Zongren with a sword, which made Wang Zongren a little hasty, and he quickly blocked with his giant sword.
“Dingdang~”
In the first confrontation, Wang Zongren was hastily pushed back by Ye Chu’s sword.
In Yang Yiyun’s eyes, this confrontation saw that Wang Zongren had a solid foundation, and in terms of strength, he was very different from Ye Chu, or just a little weaker.
In this way, if you want to win, it depends on who is more powerful in terms of moves.
Wang Zongren was under pressure. He was the first one to fight in Yunmen, and this was the first time for Yunmen to participate in the ancient martial arts conference. His master was on the same platform with the six innate masters. He had only one idea in his mind: he could only win this battle and not lose, and he could not embarrass Yunmen and his master.
The first confrontation was too hasty and coupled with his lack of combat experience, he was a little embarrassed.
At this moment, he saw the sneer on Ye Chu’s mouth, which immediately made Wang Zongren angry.
Then Ye Chu’s second sword came, and Wang Zongren resisted again.
“Ding Ding Dang Dang~”
Wang Zongren was in a passive position with three moves on his face, and he couldn’t help but feel a little flustered.
Once there is panic in the competition, it is a flaw. Ye Chu seized the opportunity and turned the fourth sword to stab Wang Zongren’s neck.
This time, Yang Yiyun was sitting on the high platform and his heart tightened.
At this time, Yuan Chenzi of Qingcheng gloated: “Mr. Yang, it seems that your Yunmen disciple is going to lose~Haha~”
Yang Yiyu glared at Yuan Chenzi fiercely without saying anything. He stared at the field, and broke off a piece of stone from the stone chair with force in his hand, ready to rescue Wang Zongren if he was in danger. He didn’t care about the rules, as long as Wang Zongren was not injured. Seeing that
Ye Chu’s sword stabbed at Wang Zongren’s neck, who was unable to dodge, Yang Yiyu was about to make a move, but as soon as he turned his strength, he stopped again. His eyes suddenly lit up, and he thought to himself: “This stinky boy is not stupid~”
At this moment, Wang Zongren twisted his body, as if he had planned to do so for a long time, and bumped his shoulder on Ye Chu’s sword. Then everyone heard Wang Zongren roaring: “The big sun is like a thunder sword, the sun rises in the sky, cut!”
(End of this chapter)
