The old man was dressed in a blue Taoist robe, and he was the dean of the True Spirit Villa, the real person Xuanyong of the Pill Forge period.
This Taoist Master Xuanyong had an amiable and approachable appearance, and he was very respected by the disciples and professors of other academies. I saw him standing in the ring, and there were two middle-aged monks dressed as Taoists standing beside him.
Taoist Master Xuanyong smiled and said: "The disciples have practiced hard, and you have made great contributions to the leadership of the immortals!"
The immortal elders quickly thanked each other.
Taoist Master Xuanyong pointed to the two people beside him and said: "You know these two people when you come here, but the disciples below are afraid that they don't know each other, so I want to introduce them."
After saying that, he pointed to the thin and tall monk on his left and said, "This is Xuan Su Zhenren." Then he pointed to the red-faced monk on the right and said, "This is the real person Xuance Strategy."
All the disciples were surprised in their hearts, they were actually two real people!
These disciples are the only real people in the alchemy period in other courtyards on weekdays, and Dean Xuanyong is also rare, and most of the disciples have only seen them once in the five-year competition. This time, there were actually three real people coming, how could it not make the disciples excited? If you perform well in the competition and are favored by any real person, you can immediately become an inner disciple, and the hemolysis period is in sight.
Lu Ping looked at the three real people on the stage, although he admired them extremely in his heart, but there was a trace of clarity in his heart, the three real people came to a competition for monks in the blood refining period, it seemed that this competition was indeed extraordinary!
It's just that what Lu Ping couldn't figure out was that there was something that could make the real people of the pill forging period pay attention to the competition of these little blood refining monks?
After more than 200 disciples drew lots, they fought against each other, and the competition venue was on eight small arenas, with the top 128 to be determined in the first round, and the top 64 to be determined on the first day.
Eight small rings rose up with small shields, Lu Ping knew that this was a use of formations to avoid attacks below the hemolysis period that accidentally injured people outside the ring.
In each ring, a blood-dissolving immortal chief presided over the competition.
Xuan Yong Zhenren was not long-winded, and directly announced the start of the competition, and the disciples went to the jar containing red and blue bamboo sticks under the central ring to draw lots.
Lu Ping didn't expect his luck to be able to draw bye lots, but he didn't draw seniors like the eighth and ninth layers of blood refining, after all, more than half of these more than two hundred people were cultivated at the seventh layer of blood refinement.
Lu Ping's opponent in the first round was a disciple of the twelfth team in the middle of the seventh layer of blood refining, this disciple looked younger than Lu Ping, almost fifteen years old, thin and tall, with a hint of arrogance in his childishness.
Li Sheng did have a proud capital, he was only fifteen years old this year, and he had already reached the middle stage of the seventh layer of blood refining, and he was not only talented in cultivation, but also worked hard no worse than other disciples. Not only the family, but even Captain Fang Immortal Leader praised him for entering the hemolysis period with almost no problems.
Among the second-level disciples, there are five geniuses, they are Lin Sheng of the first team, Zhao Lang of the fifth team, Shi Lingling of the seventh team, Leng Qian of the fourteenth team, and Qian Fei of the eighteenth team.
Li Sheng has always thought that he is the only "sixth show" among these five people, this competition has heard of the sect's generous rewards, and the family has prepared a good low-level magic weapon for him, as well as a lot of talismans, which can be described as a rich net worth, and he himself is even more ambitious, he feels that even if he encounters a senior of the eighth layer of blood refining, he can win the battle, even if he is an ordinary ninth layer of blood refining disciples, he is not invincible.
So when this ordinary sixteen or seventeen-year-old blood refining seventh layer disciple stood in front of Lu Ping, Li Sheng naturally thought that this was a stepping stone for him to advance to the next round.
Lu Ping looked at the half-grown child, smiled for no reason, pulled out his higher-level magic soldier, posed a "blood-dissolving bone refining sword" hand, and said to Li Sheng: "Junior, please!"
Li Sheng saw that Lu Ping actually used this set of basic swordsmanship, it can be seen that he is also an ordinary disciple with no family background, and his face is even more contemptuous, with a "bang", he showed off a top-level magic soldier and posed for a set of kung fu passed down from the family.
Lu Ping had really never seen this set of swordsmanship, but looking at this little monk who looked like a child showing off his toys, he felt very ridiculous. But he still sensed the danger contained in it through this unfamiliar sword style.
Lu Ping suddenly felt a wave of mana hidden in this white light emitted by the magic soldier, and it quickly came towards his face.
Lu Ping responded calmly, turned around and dodged the white light, and the magic soldier in his hand was also a sword qi slashing back at Li Sheng's wrist.
Li Sheng didn't care at all, relying on the sharpness of the magic soldiers, he pushed Lu Ping's magic soldiers aside, pinched a trick with his left hand, and at the same time muttered something in his mouth, a flame rose, just waiting for Lu Ping's magic soldiers to be separated, revealing an empty position, and catching him off guard.
Unexpectedly, the two magic soldiers were connected, and Li Sheng suddenly felt a thick mana power transmitted to his magic soldier, and after a while, he was powerless, not only did he not set up the opponent's magic soldier, but he was pushed back by this force and took two steps back in a row before resolving it.
The flame technique in his hand was rushed by this mana, and it was deviated from the direction, and was easily dodged by Lu Ping, and the flames that exploded made Lu Ping's simple breeze technique blow cleanly.
The contempt on Li Sheng's face suddenly restrained a lot, this person's mana was so thick, it was actually not below him, it seemed that there were dozens. However, thinking of the net worth in his storage bag, Li Sheng suddenly became a lot more confident.
Lu Ping looked at the soybean-sized gap cut out of the blade of the high-grade magic weapon in his hand, and couldn't help but smile a little bitterly on his face, this magic soldier was only in his hands for three months, and he only fought twice, and he suffered such a heavy injury.
A set of "Twenty-Four Swords of the Wind" was faster than a sword, and one sword was as fast as a sword, and at the same time, the spells in his hand were better than the other, and occasionally there were several talismans mixed in, splitting their heads and covering their faces towards Lu Ping.
Lu Ping really felt a little flustered for a while, the other party's swordsmanship was like a gust of wind passing through the realm, it was simply pervasive, and it was also mixed with flame techniques, ice spells, wind blade techniques, golden sword techniques, giant wood techniques and other spells, when he finally relied on a solid foundation to get a little respite, before he could counterattack with a move and a half, the other party made up for it with another talisman.
Lu Ping looked at the low-grade or even middle-grade blood refining talismans, and hit him as if he didn't want money, like pieces of spirit stones splashing in front of his eyes, cursing the prodigal son in his heart.
"Fortunately, this Li Sheng is still a little sensible, and he didn't treat the high-grade talisman as a waste." Just as Lu Ping sighed, an ice blade talisman exploded in front of him, and the huge spiritual power fluctuation startled Lu Ping, and he wanted to slap himself in the ear to scrape it, this was clearly a high-grade talisman.
The cold air had already made the cold hair on Lu Ping's body stand up in fright before the three crystal clear ice blades hit him.