The sky was full of clouds, and the sky was full of clouds.

While he was thinking, clouds gathered on the hillside of Qingquan Peak, and many outer disciples drove clouds of various colors to fly towards Huangdao Mountain in the distance.

Above the sky, a series of escape lights passed by, and he couldn't help but sigh.

"What a wonderful scene of immortals!"

A touch of joy flashed in Lin Chen's eyes. After a moment of hesitation, he immediately pinched the magic formula with his hands and condensed a blue cloud in front of him.

After jumping on it, he flew into the air and drove the cloud towards the hillside of Huangdao Mountain.

All along the way, various spiritual clouds gathered towards the hillside, all of them were outer disciples wearing gray robes.

The expressions of these disciples were different. Some were nervous and uneasy, while others were extremely excited.

......

Huangdao Mountain is an extremely wide mountain. A large square was dug out on the mountainside.

After a while, thousands of outer disciples landed on the left side of the square on the mountainside of Huangdao Mountain.

On the right side of the square, there were nearly a hundred arenas with a radius of more than fifty feet. The arenas were half a foot high and were built of hard green rocks.

On the rocks below the arenas, arena numbers from one to one hundred were engraved.

And on the open space on the left, there was also a high platform built, which was enough to overlook the scenes on all the arenas.

Thousands of gray-robed outer disciples all stared at the three people on the high platform of the square with solemn expressions.

The three people on the high platform, one dressed as a middle-aged Confucian scholar, one dressed as a beautiful Taoist nun in her thirties with black hair, and another looked like a young monk.

These three people were the three foundation-building uncles in charge of this outer sect competition.

Under the high platform, there were one hundred inner disciples in white clothes, all of whom were at the seventh or eighth level of Qi Refining.

They stood in four rows, with twenty-five people in each row, with a strong and fierce aura, looking at the thousands of outer disciples in front of them with a stern face.

The inner disciples were the judges of these gray-robed outer disciples, and the three people on the stage were in charge of planning and selecting some outstanding outer disciples to be admitted into the inner sect.

In addition to the top ten in the outer sect competition who could become inner disciples, each foundation-building uncle had three quotas for additional selection.

However, the uncles rarely used these quotas, perhaps because they did not meet any disciples they were interested in.

After all, the disciples in the outer sect basically had poor spiritual roots.

After waiting for another quarter of an hour, hundreds of outer disciples came one after another, and no one appeared afterwards.

The foundation-building uncle on the stage, who looked like a middle-aged Confucian scholar, coughed lightly, raised his hand, and an astonishing spiritual pressure immediately pressed down on the disciples below.

The originally noisy venue suddenly became silent. He glanced at the two fellow disciples who were in the foundation building stage, then turned around and looked down at the outer disciples below.

He spoke slowly.

"Very good. There are a total of 873 Qi-refining disciples participating in the outer sect competition. The participating disciples can go and get a wooden sign with your number on it."

"Follow the order and take turns to fight on the stage."

"When cultivators fight, casualties are inevitable, but there is an iron rule. Once a disciple admits defeat, he must stop."

"If you intentionally kill your fellow disciples, your cultivation will be abolished on the spot and you will be expelled from the sect."

The words of the Confucian scholar uncle were loud and resounding in the huge square, mixed with spiritual power, and clearly transmitted to the ears of all the disciples present.

"Okay, now the inner disciples will issue the number plates~"

As soon as the voice fell, the outer disciples came forward and lined up to receive the wooden signs.

The participating disciples only need to show their identity tokens, and the inner disciples will take the tokens and inject a stream of spiritual power into the wooden sign, and the registration will be completed.

Lin Chen looked at the wooden sign in his hand, which had number 350 written on it.

After half a quarter of an hour, the participating outer disciples all got their own number plates.

They stood neatly below.

Seeing this, the Confucian master uncle stretched out his hand towards the void, and a golden light flashed in his hand. Suddenly, a golden small bell appeared. He picked up a small hammer and knocked it.

Dong~

Accompanied by a dull bell sound, the Confucian master uncle spoke.

"Now I declare that the outer sect competition officially begins."

"All disciples, take your positions, and numbers one to two hundred will go on stage to compete!"

After that, the participating disciples walked out of the crowd and walked onto the stage according to the numbers on the ring.

One hundred inner disciples who served as referees also took their positions and shot a ball of spiritual power towards the ring.

Suddenly, a series of array spirit patterns appeared on the ground of the arena.

After a breath,

A white array shield several dozen feet high was erected to prevent spells and magic weapons from bombarding outside during the competition.

Lin Chen was in the second round, so he could just watch the performance of these brothers.

On the No. 45 stage in front.

A slightly thin young man, with the cultivation level of the sixth level of Qi Refining, had a very ordinary appearance, light eyebrows and narrow eyes, and was the kind that could not be remembered in the crowd.

But his Shi Yan's name was very loud, proficient in a variety of earth-based spells, and amazing defense. Sometimes the brothers in the inner sect would call him when they went to do tasks.

Standing opposite Shi Yan was a graceful sister.

She was also a sixth-level Qi Refining cultivator, named Jiang Zhi, and her gray outer sect robe could not hide her beautiful face.

As soon as she appeared, she attracted cheers from many male disciples nearby.

Jiang Zhi looked a little weak, smiled slightly, and said softly.

"Jiang Zhi greets you, Senior Brother~"

Shi Yan didn't say much, but just bowed as usual.

With the white-robed inner sect senior brother raising his hand, the competition began.

Shi Yan glanced at Jiang Zhi, narrowed his eyes, pinched a spell with one hand, and stomped his feet hard.

A stream of yellow spiritual power drilled into the ground.

Jiang Zhi's position squirmed.

A few hissing sounds!

A flash of yellow light, several yellow earth spikes about a foot long suddenly emerged.

Jiang Zhi was also prepared. With a wave of her jade hand, a group of blue clouds gathered, and she immediately flew to a height of several feet, avoiding the attack of the earth spikes underground.

Then, with a flip of her palm, a water-blue long sword flew out, trembling slightly in the air, and transformed into more than a dozen sword shadows about a foot long, shooting towards Shi Yan.

All the directions around him to avoid were blocked.

The two men attacked fiercely and mercilessly, and as soon as they faced each other, they used deadly moves.

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