Soaring of Galaxia Chapter 221: First round showdown

After finishing the matter of Yan Feng, Qin Wushuang had no problems in his heart, and his thoughts were clear. The goal in my mind is directed at the core disciple ranking competition.

This top grade innate first spirit pill, Lihuo Dharma King has practiced a total of seven. Among them, the Lihuo Dharma King took one away, another was filial to the master, and then he gave a purple robe to create a martial sage who protects the country. Now he gave one to Yan Feng, which is equivalent to missing four.

There are three more, of which Qin Wushuang has already set two of them, and they are going to leave them to his father and brother-in-law Da Ximing.

In other words, there is only one best innate primordial pill left for him. The rest are the ordinary Innate First Spirit Pills.

... That night, Qin Wushuang was alone in the secret room, once again tempered the spiritual power in the sea of ​​consciousness, and methodically used spiritual power to run small weeks in his body.

Although he couldn't find any flaws and discomforts in his physical body, he still didn't dare to neglect. When he had time, he didn't forget to use his spiritual power to test it.

The absorption in the spiritual power formation made Qin Wushuang feel that the spiritual power in his body was filled a lot. Although, he didn’t know how far he was from the middle spiritual realm, one thing was certain. , Continue to work hard in this direction, the spirit realm, will certainly not be too late.

He has a hunch that by virtue of the "Beiming Dafa", which is a heaven-defying technique, his cultivation at the level of Xian Lingwu is equivalent to a cheating device against the heavens. The speed of cultivation is definitely much faster than others.

In other words, as long as his physical body is strong enough, as long as there is a sufficient source of spiritual power, he can even inhale infinitely.

Of course, he wouldn't do it like that. Qin Wushuang knew that he couldn't be a fat man with one bite. Only by continuously accumulating steps can you gain thousands of miles in one path of cultivation. Only by accumulating small currents can it become a river.

After cultivating in the middle of the night, Qin Wushuang felt that all the spiritual power in the sea of ​​qi had completely formed a whole, merged into a whole.

He knew that the more subtle the fusion, the purer the spiritual power. The greater the power it exerts.

After completing his training, Qin Wushuang had no distracting thoughts, and completely entered a state of meditation. He rested in the middle of the night, and dawn was about to break before he knew it.

A new day is here again.

This day can almost be said to be the most exciting day in Xingluo Temple in a year. Because the annual finale—the ranking of core disciples—is about to kick off.

Although this is only a struggle between the ninety-six core disciples, it affects the hearts of all the disciples of the Star Luo Temple. They cannot participate by themselves, but they are very yearning for this core disciple. During the process of watching the battle, I imagined that I was standing on the whole stage one day, punching the heroes from all directions and kicking the heroes from all directions. What a glorious ancestor was that?

Some people even entered in without restraining themselves, associating themselves as one of the core disciples, frantically advocating for them and cheering for them.

In short, this core disciple ranking competition has almost mobilized the appetite of everyone in the Star Luo Palace, including the old guys, and the mood can't help but feel a little agitated.

Ninety-six core disciples, including the newly born five, are all on the list.

On the stage, the five main hall masters are in the front row, and the eight great kings and [***] elders are in the second and third rows. The messengers in front of the hall and some other middle and high levels have also found their own positions.

The main hall master Zhuo Buqun walked around with a smile, and said loudly: "Standing here are the 96 most outstanding and promising core disciples of my Xingluo Temple. You are the protagonists of today's event. , I hope each of you will show off your housekeeping skills and offer a wonderful ranking match for all of Xingluo Temple. Do you have any confidence?"

"Yes!"

Zuo Buqun nodded with satisfaction: "Very good, old rules, the top thirty-two core disciples, in the first round, there is nothing to do with you, so you can be bystanders. The remaining 64 core disciples will be ranked corresponding to yours. The number of the lottery has been compiled. Do you see this big fight on the stage? Here, is the lottery of the 64 of you. Our five hall masters will take turns to draw the lot. Each person takes out two at a time. Only by signing, the two drawn positions are the opponents in the first round! Understand?"

"Understood."

The main hall master smiled and clapped his hands, greeted the other four hall masters to get up, and the five main hall masters stood collectively in front of the big battle.

"Please supervise the four hall masters, now I will disrupt all the tickets."

Zhuo Buqun’s arms kept swaying, washing all the signs in a mess, and then turned to ask the four hall masters: "Everyone, do you see clearly?"

The four hall masters all nodded: "No problem."

"Okay, please grab two of them and sign them out first." The main hall master said with a smile.

Tian Zhixing was not polite, and walked up with a smile, grabbed two lotteries in one hand, untied them, and announced: "Thirty-eight versus seventy-five."

The two core disciples who were called out both stretched out their heads, looking for their opponents everywhere, wanting to see if they are acquaintances and make sure they are not opponents in their own line. This is only satisfactory.

Leng Qiuchi, the lord of the Fourth Hall, came forward and grabbed two lotteries: "Forty-five versus forty-eight!"

The rankings of these two picks are very close, and they seem to be quite evenly matched.

Zhong Wuyin, the master of the Three Halls, came forward and grabbed two of them. He untied and looked at his face. His complexion changed slightly. He really wanted to draw a hand in his hand. What kind of luck is this? The two people he caught in the first round were all two disciples from the same vein under his sect.

"Thirty-five vs. fifty-one." Zhong Wuyin announced helplessly, cursing bad luck in his heart, muttering to himself, "Did you not wash your hands today when you left the house? You are so lucky as soon as you make a move?"

After Zhong Wuyin finished pumping, it was naturally Qin Wushuang's master Tan Zhongchi who pumped it. He is relatively modest in this draw, neither has his disciples, nor is there anything special about him.

Just about to walk away, the hall master suddenly smiled and said: "Second, you will mess up the sign again to avoid the possibility of cheating before me."

Tan Zhongchi nodded and shuffled the pick again, and Zhuo Buqun stepped forward to draw.

In this way, the five hall masters will take turns. After each round, there will be ten places, and five groups will compete.

Qin Wushuang's No. 92 was drawn in the third round, and it was Leng Qiuchi, the lord of the Fourth Hall, who was drawn to him, and said loudly: "Sixty-eight, right ninety-two."

When the 68th heard the result at first, he was ecstatic, and fortunately said: "Hey, my opponent is ranked very low. In the first round, it seems that hope is increased this time."

At the moment, I looked around and kept asking: "By the way, do you know who the number ninety-two is?"

There are only sixty-four people participating in the lottery. It is easy to find someone from each other. Soon someone caught a glimpse of the changes in Qin Wushuang, thinking of the complacency of No. 68, and couldn't help teasing: "Congratulations, your opponent is the top three senior disciples in the assessment, and you are promoted."

"Uh? Really? Which one?"

"Oh, if I remember correctly, he should be called Qin Wushuang!"

No. 68 suddenly became silly and lost his voice: "Qin Wushuang?" She sighed, and was full of joy. He thought that he had encountered a soft persimmon this time. When it heard that it was Qin Wushuang, his breath suddenly collapsed, like a Deflated like a balloon pierced by a needle.

Muttered: "My life is so memorized? Do you want me to be planted in the lottery for two consecutive years? God, how unfair you are. You remember me every year. Our people Is the product so bad? Qin Wushuang... my god."

Who is Qin Wushuang? The senior disciple appraisal champion, six full points, the outside world is optimistic that he will enter the top sixteen, and even have the strength to hit the top ten superman.

It can even be said that the strength of others is at the level of seed players. Because of the rules, senior disciples must participate in the first round of assessment when they are promoted.

Compared with his opponent's lament, Qin Wushuang's mentality is extremely calm. Without the top 32 in the first round, for him, Qin Wushuang, there is no difficulty at all.

These core disciples after thirty-two are probably not as good as Li Wuji. Qin Wushuang was able to kill Li Wuji earlier, but now after so long of baptism and cultivation, it is naturally even more unreasonable to fail.

In the first round of the lottery, in addition to the encounter of disciples of the same sect in the line of the three hall masters, there was also a duel of the same sect in the line of the hall lord.

The result of the draw came out, thirty-two pairs, sixty-four people, all found their opponents.

The next stop, Xingluodian performance stage.

The martial arts platform of the Xingluo Temple is located to the north of the Xingluo Temple. It has a wide location. It is a huge high platform with a very wide area. On it, sixty-four small martial arts platforms have been built according to the hexagrams of eight, eight or sixty hexagrams. Surrounded by a huge Tai Chi gossip in the middle, the terrain is very open.

Even the small stage for performing martial arts has a length and width of at least thirty feet, which is perfect for martial arts competitions.

Qin Wushuang looked at this majestic martial arts field, and he felt shocked in his heart. I have to admit that any scenery in the Xingluo Temple has an atmospheric and shocking beauty.

In this huge martial arts field, sixty small martial arts platforms, there is almost no edge between each other.

"I'm afraid, only by flying in the sky can you have a more complete panoramic view of this huge martial arts field, right?" Qin Wushuang thought in his heart.

I have to say that Qin Wushuang has a good relationship with the fifth hall master, and the 68th is also a disciple of the fifth hall master Tian Zhixing.

Under the leadership of the arbitrator, the two came to their duel exercise platform.

Qin Wushuang stood on the stage with his hands on his waist, his whole person~IndoMTL.com~ looks like a sculpture, with a strangely stern expression, his eyes swept in front of No. 68.

"Take a trick!"

Qin Wu flicked the long whip in his hands, and the whip was full of shadows in the sky, like countless silver dragons dancing, shaking all kinds of waves in a psychedelic manner.

The sixty-eight felt dazzled for a while, with a spear in his hand, a bit between his teeth and a loud shout, he pierced towards Qin Wu's double-sided door.

The first move is strong, and then the move suffers. With such thoughts in mind, one shot at 68 is a poisonous move.

It's just that, in Qin Wushuang's eyes, this kind of marksmanship is a trick. The head of the whip sticks out, as if a poisonous snake is vomiting a letter, and it is directly wrapped around the head of the spear.

When the two forces touched in the void, the weather first hit, and the void immediately shook the void.

The atmosphere, between this collision, pushed to a climax.

(To be continued)

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