I am cultivating an immortal in the game arena

Chapter 397 Qingyun List Opens
In addition to Yang Qingshan and Zhou Ruyue, Wusheng Sect also has many rising stars.

After all, there is still some foundation for Wu Sheng Sect.

It's just that we were too poor in the past, but now the Wusheng Sect is not short of money. With sufficient resources, many disciples are still growing up even if they don't participate in competitive competitions.

Among them, Zhang Jun also saw an old acquaintance, Hua Lin.

This guy stood behind the crowd, almost like a transparent person. If Zhang Jun hadn't felt the deep and terrifying aura hidden by this guy, he probably wouldn't have noticed him.

When the disciples fought, I, He Fan, and Hua Lin were also in pain and suffering.

Long time no see, this guy is now at the peak of his concentration, on the same level as Huang Mao, and is only one chance away from being able to enter the Tao.

Soon, there were more and more people in the arena, all rushing to participate in the Qingyun Ranking.

"Qingshan, how do you play the Qingyun List?"

This is the first time for Zhang Jun to participate in the Qingyun Ranking. Looking at the situation, it seems that everyone is going to participate.

"Breakthrough."

Yang Qingshan did not beat around the bush and said bluntly: "Go in one world at a time. Whoever can make it to the end will be at the top of the list. There will be strange beasts and monsters in every level. The further you go, the more dangerous you will be. There will even be weird gods. But what is different from the ordinary competitive world is that those who die in the Qingyun Ranking will be eliminated directly without fear of life, except for a few unlucky ones. "

Yang Qingshan could only give a general idea, but the specifics were not so clear.

The headquarters of each major sect hangs outside the arena, and the elders of each sect do not need to enter the venue. They can see it clearly from their own headquarters.

As time passed, there were more and more people in the arena.

"The surname is Zhao!!"

At this time, a roar suddenly came from the arena, attracting everyone's attention.

When Zhang Jun took a look, he couldn't help but look a little surprised.

Huang Mingyue, Gu Yanling, Gu San, and Song Guangming were all lined up in a row, and they all pointed their flying swords at Zhang Jun.

"The person named Zhao dares to fight!"

Some people were confused and looked at Song Guangming and the others, then at Zhang Jun. Some people wondered: "Are these four people crazy?"

As the newly promoted elder of the Wusheng Sect, Zhang Jun has already entered Taoism. This is a well-known fact. On the other hand, the strongest among the four of Song Guangming are only in the Concentration Stage. How could they be opponents.

But some people who know the truth have an ambiguous attitude.

"Hey, this is really interesting."

"Yes, Zhao suffered a big loss at the hands of these four people back then and almost lost his life. Now these four challenge him again. It feels like settling the past grudges."

At the Wanfu Palace, the four of them teamed up to force Zhang Jun into a desperate situation, and suffered a disastrous defeat in the end, which was also Zhang Jun's only defeat.

Many people didn't know it, but after caring people explained it, they were relieved.

"Unbelievable!"

But this can't change everyone's views on Song Guangming and the others. In any case, the state of concentration and entering the Tao are completely different concepts.

Now Zhang Jun is afraid that he can kill them all with just one hand.

"Not necessarily."

Some people who had participated in the Qingyun Ranking narrowed their eyelids and were looking forward to it.

"Okay, I'm always waiting for you."

Unexpectedly, Zhang Jun was not angry or furious, but responded lightly.

This made Song Guangming and the others feel despised.

They gnashed their teeth and wished they could fight Zhang Jun to the death.

In fact, this was their misunderstanding. Zhang Jun really didn't mean to despise them, but... his realm had changed, his vision had changed, and his enemies had also changed.

The only people who can be called enemies in Zhang Jun's eyes now are Mi Shen and Mr. Fu. Looking back at Song Guangming and the others, he can't recall the same anger as before.

At this time, a group of people wearing sacrificial robes and the host with masks on their faces finally slowly walked onto the stage.

The ceremonial robes worn by these hosts are colorful and different. Twelve people, with twelve zodiac masks on their faces, stand side by side in a row, as still as sculptures.

"It's about to begin!"

Everyone was shocked, put away the smiles on their faces, and began to strictly restrain themselves.

Zhang Jun was shaking his head at this time, looking around. In fact, he wanted to find Zuo Xiantong, but he didn't know if this guy was hiding from him on purpose. He looked around and couldn't find this guy.

At this time, bursts of hoarse and dull chanting followed the twelve hosts.

A huge turntable appeared in front of everyone.

This turntable is larger than the regular turntable Zhang Jun has seen before.

Above are various totems that imitate rules, which is dazzling at first glance.

Zhang Jun noticed that the number of turns on the turntable this time was actually twelve.

You must know that an ordinary competitive race only has three laps, which means there are twelve rules.

What surprised Zhang Jun even more was that one of the two hosts was holding an hourglass, and the other walked to the turntable and moved the pointer on the turntable with his hand.

"Isn't it random?"

Zhang Jun asked Yang Qingshan.

"No."

Yang Qingshan shook his head: "All the rules are dialed by the host. A host dials it once. During this period, all sects can place bets with the host. Whichever family places a larger bet can designate a certain item. rule."

"Can you still play like this?"

"Well, to put it bluntly, it's just throwing money. The more money someone throws, the greater the advantage will be."

Hearing Yang Qingshan's words, Zhang Jun couldn't help but raise his brows, looked back at the direction of his own Wushengmen, and couldn't help but smile: "So... the advantage is mine!"

Yang Qingshan and other Wusheng disciples had smiles on their faces.

Yes, wealth can lead to the gods, and the advantage is mine.

The Wusheng Sect has nothing else but plenty of money, and with the attitude of Lao Zhao and the others this time, they are probably already ready to go.

At this time, one after another sects began to place bets.

Betting itself is also a big gamble. Once the disciple is eliminated, the spiritual stones and resources placed will be immediately included in the prize pool and become the reward for the winner of the next round.

"Old Zhao, how much should we vote for?"

Wu Mingtong took out the transmission talisman and asked.

At this moment, Elder Zhao was enjoying the blessings of being together and watching the movements in the arena. Hearing Wu Mingtong's message, he said calmly, "No hurry, just throw 10,000 spirit stones first. I'll let them do it this round." Pick first.”

Although the Wusheng Sect is rich, but with the twelve rounds of rules, one after another, even the Wusheng Sect cannot withstand such a burning.

In the early stage, there was a mixed bag of good and bad, and the rules could not determine the outcome, so all the strength had to be left behind. As sects placed bets one after another, many small sects could only stare blankly. Even if they had a little money, they would not dare to place bets rashly at this time.

Only when the time in the hourglass ended did he see another host in a rat-head mask. According to the amount of bets, he looked in the direction of the Zhengdao Sword Sect in the distance.

The Sword Sect had already made preparations internally, and immediately asked people to report the rules they had selected early.

Everyone couldn't help but look curiously in the direction of Jian Zong, wondering what the rules Jian Zong chose this time.

Just wait for the rat-head masked host to gently move the pointer.

"Kakaka..."

I saw the pointer landing on a pagoda-shaped totem.

When everyone took a look, they immediately understood the intention of this sword sect.

"The pagoda seems to be a cultivation suppression. It starts by suppressing everyone's cultivation at the same level. The cultivation level is restored layer by layer as the levels are leveled. The Sword Sect is a thief."

Yang Qingshan snorted coldly.

The Sword Sect pays attention to the weak defeating the strong, and becomes stronger when encountering the strong. With their sword skills, they can easily crush the masters of the same level.

With this rule, many Sword Sect disciples will not be eliminated in at least the first three rounds.

"Well, that's interesting."

Zhang Jun nodded, already roughly guessing the plans of the Righteous Alliance.

The Sword Sect and the Spiritual Beast Sect are both relatively strong sects in the early stage, and the two joining forces may be able to cause a big loss in the first round.

Maybe, even a master who has entered the Dao realm may overturn under the deliberate siege of the two families.

It is obviously self-evident to whom this rule is directed.

"Rumble, rumble..."

At this time, there seemed to be an invisible tension brewing between heaven and earth. Everyone's heartbeat became extremely clear at this moment, echoing in the ears, in sharp contrast to the silence around them.

Suddenly, a gap opened in the sky, and a beam of dazzling light poured down from the gap, like the Milky Way hanging upside down, instantly illuminating the entire arena as bright as day.

The center of the beam gradually expanded, forming a huge light gate, with mysterious and ancient runes flowing on its edge, as if it was connected to another unknown world.

As the door closed gradually, everyone's eyes gradually became intense.

"rush!!"

In an instant, hundreds of escaping lights rushed straight from the seats into the door.

"Follow me closely and don't get separated."

Zhang Jun said something to the disciples of the Wusheng Sect behind him, then jumped up and used the Kunpeng Technique to stir up a strong wind, which wrapped up all the disciples of the Wusheng Sect and rushed into the gate quickly.

Before entering the gate, Zhang Jun took advantage of the crowd's unpreparedness to spread his wings, and a terrifying strong wind suddenly broke out, blowing all the figures in front of him to pieces.

This move naturally attracted many people's shouts and scolds.

However, Zhang Jun just grinned and rushed in with Yang Qingshan and the others.

The moment the figure rushed into the door, Zhang Jun felt that all his cultivation levels were suppressed to the lowest point by a force.

It was as if all mana, physical and spiritual power were restricted to an extremely low level. This sudden change made everyone feel a little uncomfortable.

When Zhang Jun and others landed on the ground, they discovered that their cultivation had been suppressed to the Qi Gathering Realm.

"This feels... so uncomfortable."

Yang Qingshan shook his neck and felt that his whole body was heavy. There was obviously a huge amount of Qi in his body but he couldn't use it at all.

The same is true for the rest of the people. This time the cultivation level is too low, which makes many people feel a little uncomfortable.

Zhang Jun looked around, only to see mist in front of him, and a strong rancid smell in the air. But on the top of the mountain in the distance, there was a huge light door, which seemed to be the exit from here.

And above the light door, there is still an hourglass hanging.

"That's the exit. If you don't get through when the time comes, I'm afraid you'll be locked up here and eliminated immediately."

Many people noticed that direction, and some immediately rushed forward without hesitation.

But just a few steps after rushing up, they heard a rumble of rolling stones in the distance. Everyone tensed up and saw that the gravel under the ground began to tremble.

"No! Get away quickly."

Some people saw it clearly and immediately jumped up to dodge. However, some people reacted half a beat later, and were immediately knocked out by a black shadow. Before they could see clearly what it was, countless black shadows submerged it and trampled it into pieces. Bolognese.

"Tide of Beasts!!"

Zhang Jun's brows tightened. He didn't know when he had already held the six-eye rosary in his hand. Although his cultivation was suppressed, it did not affect his use of the exotic treasure.

With the blessing of the six-eyed rosary, Zhang Jun's eyes were like lightning, and he could clearly see the figures in the fog at a glance. They were all black and steel-armored wild boars.

This kind of low-level alien beast could only be used as food rations in the past. .

But now they are swooping down from the mountain in groups. With their current cultivation level, they may be trampled to pieces in an instant.

"Adou!!"

Seeing this, Zhang Jun immediately called out Adou, jumped on Adou's body, and said to Yang Qingshan and others: "Don't fall behind, follow me, kill me!!"

As he spoke, he patted Adou and rushed forward against the tide of beasts.

Yang Qingshan and others did not dare to hesitate at all and immediately followed.

"Rumble, rumble..."

After taking a few steps, they saw a black mass of armored wild boars in front of them charging towards them.
These armored wild boars have blue hair all over their bodies, are as hard as steel, shine with a metallic sheen, and rush towards the crowd with violent power.

When experts like Yang Qingshan and others saw this, they couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts and felt tremendous pressure.

After all, their current cultivation level cannot even be destroyed by magic weapons. If you are hit by these wild boars, they will trample you to death regardless of whether you have entered the Taoist realm or not.

The key is that if masters like myself die in the wild boar, I am afraid that they will become the laughing stock of the entire sect after they get out.

Thinking of this, Yang Qingshan and the others did not dare to be careless at all. They summoned magical weapons and followed behind Zhang Jun to kill him.

However, what is unexpected is that before these wild boars approached Adou, they seemed to smell the smell emanating from Adou, and immediately began to hide away from everyone for about a minute.

This time, Yang Qingshan and others were very happy.

But some people were happy and some were worried. Zhang Jun and the others relied on Adou to go all the way up, causing the wild boar group that rushed towards them to separate left and right and hit other sect disciples.

There were constant screams, and many disciples with weak foundations and bad luck immediately became the first wave of candidates to be eliminated.

I saw these disciples who had been trampled to death by wild boars appearing on the seats in the arena with their faces in a daze. Under the gaze of many sects, their faces were as red as monkeys' butts.

There are even some masters among them who were once regarded as elites in the sect, but now their reputations may have been completely ruined.

(End of this chapter)