Chronicles of Celestial Origins

Naturally, everyone's eyes were fixed on court No. 1. The referee said a few words, the two of them saluted, and each stepped back a few feet.

Wang Xu from the Fu Fu Department was good at making talismans, but his combat effectiveness was not strong. In this competition, he could not use talismans. He could only take out a golden rope and wave it. The golden rope attacked Jiang Yuhuan, and the rope danced. The faster he went, the sky seemed to be filled with the shadow of the golden rope. Jiang Yuhuan only defended but did not attack. He shuttled freely among the ropes in the sky, as if strolling in a courtyard, and his body was as fast as the wind.

Everyone was dazzled. Jiang Yuhuan's figure was shuttled among the golden ropes in the No. 1 venue. His afterimages were everywhere in a radius of several feet. The golden ropes had wrapped the surrounding airtight, but they were entangled in him. Can't live.

The two of them were in a stalemate for about a stick of incense. Jiang Yuhuan flashed across the ropes in the sky. His body was as fast as lightning, leaving a shadow on the field. In the blink of an eye, he was behind Wang Xu. With a gentle push, Wang Xu The whole body flew ten feet away and fell to the ground.

"I admit defeat." Wang Xu stood up and bowed his hands to Jiang Yuhuan: "Thank you, Senior Brother Jiang, for showing mercy."

Tang Ning looked at the man in the field, her brows furrowed. She saw that his agility was much faster than that of the Yaksha monster in the trial ground, and with just a slight push, Wang Xu couldn't help but fall a foot away. Far away, this kind of power is not what a monk has.

At this moment, everyone on the bluestone steps on the east and west sides were cheering, and there were many people waving flags and shouting for them. Chang Jian was full of envy. After watching more than a dozen competitions yesterday, he knew that it was almost impossible to win the ranking with his own strength. After a night of adjustment, my mentality has improved a lot. Seeing Jiang Yuhuan's graceful demeanor at this moment, I can't help but applaud.

Except for the faces of the favorites in the attic, everyone else was convinced. They were indeed the favorites to win this competition. Jiang Yuhuan's performance in this competition was indeed remarkable. With the strength he showed, He could have defeated his opponent easily, but he waited for his opponent to use all his methods before knocking him down with ease without injuring him at all.

I have to say that this move is very popular.

The referee has decided the winner, Jiang Yuhuan returned to the attic, and the disciples of the Forbidden Secret Department surrounded him like stars holding the moon, giving him a lot of compliments.

Tang Ning looked up and saw him leaning on the railing with his arms folded and his eyes lazily, chatting and laughing with everyone, looking lazy.

The winners and losers were gradually determined in the other venues. After several more competitions, it was finally the turn of the fifteenth group of disciples to take the field. Only Ouyang Qian's voice could be heard: On the second venue, Tangning from the Herbal Department of the Ministry of Internal Affairs versus the Discipline of the Secret Academy. Koba Spring.

"Junior Brother Tang, it's your turn, be careful." Chang Jian said from the side

Tang Ning nodded, flew the flying sword to the second competition venue, and landed almost at the same time as a tall and thin man. The referee was a black-faced Foundation Establishment monk.

"During the competition, you are not allowed to use external forces such as spiritual weapons and talismans. Once the opponent admits defeat, stop immediately. You are not allowed to intentionally hurt his life. Do you understand?"

"Yes." The two responded, bowed to each other, and stepped back five to six feet apart.

The black-faced monk waved his hand to signal the start of the competition.

Bao Quan was the first to attack. He flipped his right hand and a moon-shaped scimitar appeared in his hand. The scimitar was curved and shone coldly under the sunlight. He waved his hand and the moon-shaped scimitar attacked Tangning. On the way, he Divided into two, two into four, four into eight, it turned into eight scimitars and chopped off from the left and right sides.

Tang Ning retreated violently, forming seals with his hands, and earthen walls about ten feet high rose up from the ground to protect him in the center.

The moon-shaped scimitar struck the earth wall from all directions, leaving only a few deep cuts. Bao Quan shouted, and the eight scimitars merged into one. They swelled in the wind and turned into a giant two feet high in the blink of an eye. Blade, this is not over yet, I saw him forming seals with both hands, the gleaming scimitar actually turned red, and a ball of flames poured out from the blade, quickly spreading to the entire scimitar with the force of a prairie fire.

The two-foot-long moon-shaped scimitar was covered with blazing flames and looked extremely terrifying. With a wave of Bao Quan's palm, the flaming scimitar slashed down with the force of breaking a bamboo, and landed on the ten-foot-high earth wall, as if it were cutting tofu. Directly cut the two high walls in the north and south in half.

The scimitar slashed down but it was in vain. Bao Quan's eyes narrowed and he saw that there was no one inside the earth wall. He suddenly felt that something was not good, but it was too late.

Several giant trees came out of the ground and wrapped around his legs. Bao Quan was about to form a seal, but it was too late. In the blink of an eye, the giant trees had wrapped him tightly, making him unable to move at all.

Tangning pointed her sword directly at his throat: "I'm sorry."

Bao Quan was bound tightly from the soles of his feet to his neck by a giant tree as thick as a foot. Not to mention making seals with his hands, he couldn't even move his fingers. He looked at Tang Ning and suddenly remembered the scene yesterday, and suddenly said: "You are the attic yesterday." I was the one who used the Earth Escape Technique because I was careless.”

Tangning smiled and said nothing, and the black-faced foundation-building monk stepped forward to announce the winner of the competition.

He made a seal, untied the spell that entangled Bao Quan, stepped on the flying sword and returned to the attic.

"Junior Brother Tang, congratulations on winning the first round of competition." Chang Jian said

Tangning nodded and didn't answer. She looked at the other competition venues. Bao Quan from the Discipline Department was only at the ninth level of Qi Refining. Although his magical weapon was not bad, it could only go so far.

It's ridiculous to say something careless...

The competition passed through two more groups, and it was Chang Jian's turn. His opponent was from the Academic Affairs Department of the Foreign Affairs Academy.

The two of them fought on the field for a long time. Chang Jian's strength can only be said to be average. He knows basic spells, such as fireball, golden spear, water escape and earth wall, etc. Occasionally, he can use a high-level spell. The other party was on par with him, so no one could do anything to the other for a moment.

The other party has a ninth-level Qi refining cultivation, and his spells are slightly weaker than his, but with the help of a top-level defensive weapon, he can always resolve the crisis. The two of them fought back and forth for half an hour, and the other party's spiritual power was exhausted. His face was bloodless, and big beads of sweat kept rolling down his forehead.

Chang Jian's spiritual energy also consumed a lot of energy, but it was much better than the opponent's. In the end, he just dragged the opponent to death, his spiritual energy was overdrawn, and he was paralyzed from exhaustion.

After the referee announced the winner, Chang Jian returned to the attic, wiped the sweat from his forehead and said: "Finally, I defeated him."

Tang Ning said, "It would be good if we win."

The competition lasted until midnight. So far, the first round of competition has ended. A total of 182 people participated in the competition, and 91 people advanced. Their opponents will be selected by drawing lots tomorrow.

Because there is one more person, there will be a place that will directly advance to the next round. It will also be drawn by lot, and the person who draws a blank lot will directly advance to the next round.

After two days, everyone has taken action, and several favorites have also competed. There is no doubt that they all won easily.

In today's competition, a woman from Xuande Hall shined. She is also one of the favorites to win this competition, her name is Wei Yaqin.

The opponent was Wei Xin from the Secret Security Department of the Secret Academy. The two used many exquisite magic and magical powers in the competition. You came and I went back and forth, and it was wonderful. Yaqin, the last defender, won the competition with a move that filled the sky with ice and snow.

At that time, the entire venue was filled with floating ice flowers, and Wei Xin could not avoid them. He formed seals in his hands to form four fire dragons that circled around him, protecting him among them to resist the extreme cold of the ice flowers.

The ice flowers in the sky rushed toward him from all directions, like vultures to carrion. The four fire dragons did not even last a moment, they were all eroded by the cold air of the ice flowers and turned into flying. Wei Xin's whole body was also frozen into an ice sculpture.

This woman's skin was like ice and snow, with bright eyes and white teeth. She was alone in the ice and snow, and she had a unique appearance. All the disciples watching were greatly shocked, and the sound was loud and clear, and the lingering sound lasted for a long time.

After Ouyang Qian announced that the first round of competition was over, everyone left Diocesan Peak.

Returning here the next day, around Chen time, the ninety-one people who passed the first round of competitions arrived one after another.

After about half an hour, several rays of escaping light came from outside. When they arrived at the attic, the light around them dispersed, revealing the figures of Ouyang Qian and others.

Everyone bowed and saluted.

Ouyang Qian took out a wooden box: "Today we drew lots to determine the opponents for the next round. There are ninety-one people in total, so there is a direct quota for promotion. There are forty-six notes in this box, one of which is a white note. If you draw a white note, The people who have won the competition will advance to the next round. I will let the previous 46 people who won the competition draw lots according to the order of your competition. The names of the remaining 45 people will be placed in the wooden box. Whoever is drawn will play against him. You can Have any objection?"

Everyone shook their heads and said nothing, so Ouyang Qian called out the names of the disciples one by one and stepped forward to take out the note. The first one to call was a disciple named Ren Jing, who was the winner of the first group of venue No. 1.

He stepped forward, reached into the wooden box and took out a folded note. When he opened it, his face suddenly changed and he felt bad.

Ouyang Qian took the note and read it out: "Jiang Yuhuan, Department of Forbidden Secrets of the Secret Academy."

Everyone burst into laughter. No wonder his expression changed drastically. No one else was so lucky. The first lot drawn was the favorite to win the competition.

Everyone was secretly glad that there was a smile on their faces, but he returned to the crowd with his head lowered and his head hunched, without saying a word.

"Chen Da." Ouyang Qian continued to shout

Chen Da strode forward and reached into the wooden box. Jiang Yuhuan had been taken away just now, and he lost a big enemy. Now he was not afraid of whoever he drew. His goal this time was to be in the top three of the competition. As long as the soul-controlling milk doesn't come into contact with those people in the first few rounds, it will be fine.

Especially Jiang Yuhuan, although he is conceited, he thinks that his strength is still inferior to that of Zhuang Xinqian. The two of them were in the Qingxuan Hall together and had performed tasks together in the past. He knew Zhuang Xinqian's strength very well.

Even Zhuang Xingqian said personally that he was not sure of winning against Jiang Yuhuan, let alone him. If they faced each other, he estimated that he would only have a 20% chance of winning at most. Therefore, among the few favorites to win the championship, , the last person he wanted to meet in advance was Jiang Yuhuan.