Mortal Cultivation: Portable Space

The competition from the second day onwards will be a ranking competition for disciples below the ninth level of Qi Refining. It is the same as the outer sect competition. If you compete for the top ten, the sect will receive rewards. If you do not have a master, you may also be The elder selected him and accepted him as his disciple, so the beginning of the second day's competition will also be a battle between dragons and tigers.

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In the early morning of this day, the inner sect seemed particularly lively. The inner sect disciples who usually retreated all walked out of the cave and flew towards Douzhan Peak.

At this time, five or six hundred people have gathered at Douzhan Peak. The outer disciples have no right to come in and watch. Therefore, during the inner sect competition, the number of people watching at Douzhan Peak will be much smaller. At this time, Zhou Yu, Bai Xiaowen, and Yanan arrived early They came to Douzhan Peak. They came here for no other reason than to cheer for Wu Fan. At this moment, nineteen people suddenly flew from the sky. Three of them flew straight to the elder area, and the remaining ten Six people stopped in the disciple area and landed on the platform. These nineteen people were all the monks at Danding Peak.

At this time, Wu Fan was sitting together with his second senior brother Zhu Ming, third senior brother Ye Lei, fourth senior sister Jueshuang, and fifth senior sister Ru Xue. They chatted a few words from time to time, all waiting for the start of the competition. When Wu Fan When Fan looked around casually, he saw Zhou Yu and the others. At this time, the three people also noticed him and were waving to him. Wu Fan smiled at the three of them, then said something to his brothers and sisters, and stood up to face Zhou Yu and the others. Go.

Seeing Wu Fan coming towards them, Zhou Yu and the others stood up to greet him. Bai Xiaowen smiled and said: "Junior Brother Wu, the three of us are here to cheer you on. We know your strength, so you must I want to be promoted to a core disciple, and then I can brag to others that I have a core disciple brother, haha..."

"Haha, I will try my best!" Wu Fan couldn't help laughing when he heard Bai Xiaowen's words.

Zhou Yu came over and patted Wu Fan on the shoulder and said: "Just try your best. Even if you can't be promoted to core disciple this time, you will definitely succeed next time!"

Wu Fan knew what Zhou Yu was thinking. He was afraid that Wu Fan would be shocked if he was not promoted to a core disciple this time. It was no wonder that he had such thoughts. Everyone knew that those who could be promoted to a core disciple basically had to refine their Qi. Dzogchen cultivation level, and Wu Fan is only at the tenth level of Qi training.

At this time, Yanan took a step forward, saluted Wu Fan and said, "I believe that Senior Brother Wu will be promoted to the position of core disciple this time."

"Haha, okay, I will try my best to fight for it." Wu Fan looked at the three of them and smiled.

After the three of them chatted for a while, eight or nine hundred people had gathered at Dou Zhan Peak, and more than sixty elders from the Foundation Establishment Stage arrived. At this moment, a sword light flew from the sky, and the sword light spread out , revealing the old man inside. This is none other than "Yu Linzi", the head of the Qingfeng Sect.

When the leader arrived, all the elders and disciples below stood up to salute him. After the ceremony, leader Yu Linzi looked around at all the disciples and said: "Today is the inner sect competition that happens every five years. The rules of the competition will be explained by Elder Ruiyuan later. Disciples above the tenth level of Qi Refining must perform well today. If they are able to compete for the top thirty, they will be promoted to the position of core disciple. At the same time, the sect will also give a foundation-building pill as a reward. Reward, okay, you guys prepare for the next game.”

When all the disciples heard the words Foundation Establishment Pill, they all showed excitement and caused a commotion. They were all looking forward to how great it would be if they could get a Foundation Establishment Pill.

When the leader Yu Linzi finished speaking, he did not fly away like he did during the outer sect's competition. Instead, he landed and came to sit in the elders' area. I guess this leader also wanted to watch the competition today.

After the leader sat down, a middle-aged man walked out of the elders' area. This man was none other than the elder Ruiyuan who presided over the outer sect competition. He stepped forward, glanced at the disciples, and then said: "Today is the first competition. It will be participated by disciples above the tenth level of Qi Refining. It is the same as before. It will still be a two-by-two duel, and the top thirty will be decided. , tomorrow will start a competition among the disciples below the ninth level of Qi Refining. Today there are 488 people participating in the competition. All the disciples will draw lots to decide their opponents. For example, the disciples who draw bamboo sticks No. 1 and 2 can go to the first level. There will be a competition in the No. 3 and No. 4 arenas, and those who draw bamboo numbers No. 3 and No. 4 will go to the No. 2 arena to compete, and so on. After the first round, all the disciples who have won the competition will continue to draw lots to choose their opponents. Okay, no more words. Say more, now, all disciples above the tenth level of Qi Refining, go to the arena to draw lots and prepare for the competition."

When Elder Ruiyuan finished speaking, Wu Fan and the other 488 people all came up to the stage, including all the disciples of Danding Peak except Wei Qi and Xuehui.

Wu Fan walked to the bamboo tube and took out a bamboo stick. He took a closer look and saw that it said number sixty-two, which was relatively high. His opponent was number sixty-one. There were ten stages in Douzhan Peak. , Wu Fan's competition could not begin until the fourth round. He walked back to the stage and sat down next to several senior brothers and sisters. He only waited for a while before the game started.

At this moment, Fifth Senior Sister Ru Xue looked at Wu Fanjiao and said with a smile: "Junior Brother, what number did you draw? You must not compete with me on the same stage. I am not your opponent, Junior Brother." Cluck..."

When Zhu Ming, Jueshuang, Yelei and others heard what Ru Xue said, they all turned their heads and waited for Wu Fan to tell him what his number was.

"Junior brother, I am number 62. What are the numbers of these brothers and sisters?" Wu Fan took out the bamboo stick and showed them to them.

"Keke, luckily we are not on the same stage as me, I am number 85!" Ru Xue said with a relieved tone.

The second senior brother also forced a smile on his big round face and said, "I'm number 168."

"Haha, I'm number 219, and I'm not on the same stage with you!" The third senior brother Ye Lei laughed.

But the fourth senior sister Jueshuang didn't say anything, just took out a bamboo stick and shook it in front of everyone, and it showed number 305.

Then several people started chatting, and time passed quickly. Before an hour was up, it was Wu Fan's turn to go on stage.

"Come on, little junior brother!" Ru Xue smiled.

At the same time, several other senior brothers and sisters also nodded to him.

After Wu Fan nodded, he flew directly to the ring. At this time, a male cultivator stood opposite him. He was about 31 or 32 years old, with the cultivation level of the eleventh level of Qi Refining. He was very strong, wearing a set of black clothes, standing with his hands behind his back and looking at Wu Fan.

"This junior brother, I am "Zhang Yue" from Yunhai Peak. Please teach me!" The man in black said with a slight bow.

"Danding Peak Wu Fan!" Wu Fan also returned the greeting, and then took out his Silver Moon Sword.

Seeing that the other party had a top-grade magic weapon flying sword, Zhang Yue did not dare to neglect it, and instantly took out three high-level magic weapon flying swords from his storage bag. He only saw him pinching his fingers with one hand and muttering something, and the three flying swords suddenly flew towards Wu Fan at a high speed.