My Projections Are All the Roots of the Holy Spirit

Chapter 174 Junior, what is your name?

On the eighth stage, there is a boy who looks a bit old.

His name is Hu Shizhong, and he has been in school for 11 years. Now at the ninth level of Qi training, when he took action, he was extremely ruthless, and the magic weapon in his hand was a first-class invisible sword.

Although the sword energy released was not truly invisible and colorless, it was also extremely concealed. The first two people who fought with him suffered a lot of hidden losses.

Therefore, at this time, he was standing on the stage holding a sword, and for a while no one came on stage.

The rules of the selection competition are very simple. As long as you think you are strong enough, just pick any arena and go on it.

If no one is around, you will defend the position.

If there is a champion, let's fight.

As long as you can win three games in a row, you can step down and take a rest, and you will be qualified to enter the Guangshui Secret Realm.

If you lose, you can leave, but if you don't want to leave, it doesn't matter, take a break, regroup, and start over again until you qualify, or you are psychologically affected and collapse and quit.

As for cheating or something!

That's really overthinking. This trip to the Guangshui Secret Realm is not to travel around the mountains and rivers, but to hunt monsters and exchange for mermaid tears.

If the cultivation level is not enough, then it is not hunting, but death.

Those who can enter the Taoist palace are not one in ten thousand, and who are not arrogant people.

Naturally, no one is willing to do this kind of underhanded tactics that they know are not good for themselves.

"Sorry, give in." Xu Jun came to the No. 8 ring with a smile on his face.

The people around him first subconsciously stepped aside, then glanced at him, and then came back without much hesitation.

Second level of Qi training?

Among a group of late-stage qi-training monks, I suddenly found a second-level qi-training monk.

It was like a Jingba suddenly mixed in among a group of ferocious wild wolves. It was just a matter of not paying attention. It was impossible to turn a blind eye after casually glancing at it.

Xu Jun stood on the No. 8 ring. He thought that he should be polite on a first-come, first-served basis.

However, after waiting for several minutes, no one came on stage.

At this time, on the stage, the referee responsible for the safety of the players said loudly: "If no one comes on stage within the five-minute challenge time, Junior Hu will pass the selection."

There are referees in each ring, and these referees are also students.

However, they are all senior students who have successfully established their foundation and have been assigned by the student union to serve as referees.

Foundation building and Qi training are two different worlds, and they are naturally capable of maintaining the safety of players.

At most, he would be slightly injured, but at least he could save his life. And with the immortal method, as long as he is still alive, he can always be saved.

Xu Jun looked at the indifferent expressions of the seniors around him and finally understood.

The guys up here are hard to deal with.

But the more difficult it is to deal with, make an appointment!

Xu Jun moved and immediately jumped up, standing firmly on the ring.

"Hey, finally someone is here... Hey, junior, which class are you in?" The referee looked at him with a smile, and then he couldn't bear it anymore.

Xu Jun saluted politely, and then said: "Senior, I just entered school this year."

Newly admitted...

The referee's face darkened slightly, but there was a burst of good-natured laughter from below the ring. Even Hu Shizhong, who was holding an invisible sword on the ring, could no longer keep his face.

"This little guy is on the second level of Qi training. Why are you joining in the fun?" The referee said dissatisfied: "Hurry up and don't waste our time."

Xu Jun scratched his scalp and asked doubtfully: "Senior, is there a rule that prohibits people from coming up to the second floor for Qi training?"

The referee hesitated for a moment and said: "That's not true, but..."

Xu Jun quickly said: "Since there is no such thing, I naturally have the right to be on stage."

The referee's mouth twitched slightly. Although there are no regulations in this regard, those who can participate in the trials must at least be in the late stage of Qi training.

How come this guy can't even see the slightest bit of expression on his face?

However, now that the matter had come to this, he turned around helplessly and said, "Junior Hu, please be merciful."

Hu Shizhong nodded slightly and said, "Senior, please rest assured that I will not hurt my junior."

Of course he would not make such a promise if it were a closely matched opponent. However, a second-level Qi practitioner...

"Junior, you can take action now."

Xu Jun glanced at him and said, "Senior, my name is..."

"Okay, hurry up. Winning this one against you doesn't count. I have to fight again." Hu Shizhong was a little impatient. Is this junior still finished?

Xu Jun had no choice but to give up the plan of naming everyone.

If it was above the unified examination, Xu Jun would definitely swing his sword and unleash eighteen sword energies to ensure peace in the world.

However, Master Ye Wanqing asked him to stay in the ring for three days.

Then, every ounce of mana and spiritual power is extremely important and critical.

Xu Jun no longer dared to hide his secrets.

However, if you can save a little, you should save a little.

Xu Jun glanced at the other person and said to himself, Senior, I'm sorry.

With a flick of his wrist, he drew out his long sword.

This is not the Silver Moon Cold Light Sword that was kept warm in the sword mark of Dantian Master, but it was just picked up casually.

"choke."

With the sound of the long sword being unsheathed, the surrounding environment seemed to suddenly become quiet. Xu Jun took one step. This step was as fast as lightning, as graceful as a swimming dragon, and had an unpredictable feeling.

Hu Shizhong felt his eyes blur, and then a white light flashed, and a huge and terrifying sense of danger swept over him.

Without thinking, Hu Shizhong reached out for the invisible sword in his hand.

But he immediately felt that his arms began to spin involuntarily.

not good!

Hu Shizhong has also been practicing swordsmanship for many years. Although his swordsmanship is far from comparable to that of Xu Jun, he still has a bit of vision.

He instantly understood that he was about to lose control of the magic weapon in his hand.

Underestimating the enemy.

As soon as this thought came to his mind, his hand loosened and the invisible sword flew away.

Not only that, the long sword in the opponent's hand was already pointed at his throat. The tip of the sword was glowing with white light, which was the sword's Gang.

At this time, Hu Shizhong was full of magic, and his talismans and magic weapons were not activated, but he was defeated inexplicably.

The corners of the Foundation Establishment referee's mouth twitched slightly, and he thought to himself, Hu Shizhong, this idiot, has already been on the stage, so naturally he has two brushes, but you underestimate the enemy so much, you deserve it!

However, he never thought that when Xu Jun first took the stage, his feelings were different from Hu Shizhong's. In the later stage of Qi training, no one would take the second level of Qi training into consideration, let alone a foundation-building master.

"This battle is over, this... junior is the winner." The Foundation Establishment referee said with some embarrassment: "Junior, your name is..."

"My name is Seo Jun."

"Xu Jun? This name seems a bit familiar."

"Holy crap, I remember that martial arts champion."

"It turned out to be him, haha, Senior Hu is so unlucky."

"Unexpectedly, the rumors turned out to be true. This junior is indeed a master of swordsmanship."

"Haha, in addition to swordsmanship, he is also a genius in physical training."

"Forget it about physical training. He has only been training for a few days and cannot be considered as a fighter."

When Xu Jun signed up, there were countless conversations below.

These Taoist palace students who have been enrolled in school for at least a few years are actually indifferent to the current number one scholar in science and martial arts.

They are all the chosen one among ten thousand, and their eyes are always looking upward. Only in this way can they always maintain a positive heart.

However, Xu Jun, the new top martial arts champion, is really famous.

There are already countless versions of the story about how he slapped a third-level real person in the face at the Physical Training Branch and asked Dean Zhongli to take the initiative to retreat.

Some of the versions become more and more evil as they spread, but because of this, most people know that they have such an amazing junior.

That's a third-level real person!

Let alone a junior who has just entered school, even if a foundation-building senior who is about to graduate can do this, it will cause a huge sensation.

Xu Jun put away his sword and stood up, giving the other party a smile.

Hu Shizhong's expression changed several times, although he was full of unwillingness.

No one would be willing to accept that he was already defeated before he even used his skills.

However, after all, he did not have the shamelessness to stay on the stage. He nodded and Hu Shizhong said: "Junior, if you miss this time, I will ask you for advice later."

After saying that, he stretched out his hand and the invisible sword that fell on the stage jumped up automatically and fell into his palm.

As the sword light flashed, he had already walked far away with the sword.

At this moment, his mentality was a bit broken. Even if he wanted to make a comeback, it would be a matter of tomorrow and the day after tomorrow.

Anyway, there are still two months until the Guangshui Secret Realm opens, so there is still time.

The base-building referee looked deeply at Xu Jun. This guy turned out to be pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger.

He doesn't think it's his fault that he didn't let Xu Jun know his name at all.

Anyway, it seems ridiculous no matter how you look at it, a junior who is on the second level of Qi training kills a senior who is in the later stages of Qi training with one sword.

"Junior Xu, are you going to defend the ring?"

"certainly."

"Okay, you have already won one game. If you win two more, you will be qualified to enter the Guangshui Secret Realm." The Foundation Establishment referee turned his head and said loudly: "Who wants to go on stage, hurry up."

"I."

"I."

"I…"

Half of the people in the crowd were raising their hands.

The Foundation Establishment referee reached out and tapped someone and said, "Zheng Qinghui, you were at the front just now, it's just you."

A thin man jumped up to the ring happily and said apologetically: "Junior, my name is Zheng Qinghui, majoring in Lingzhi Branch. I'm sorry for taking advantage of me today."

A bargain?

Xu Jun was speechless. Now that he knew my name, he actually thought that fighting me would be an advantage. How high-minded are these seniors?

In the distance, Guan Ziqian sneered slightly.

If Zheng Qinghui comes on stage eight out of ten times and Xu Jun's magic and mental strength are insufficient, it will indeed be a bargain.

But now, Xu Jun has just taken the stage, and the last performance was almost effortless.

You are not taking advantage, but you are rushing to die.

Hey, the first few batches of students recruited by Dao Palace didn’t have good eyesight.

(End of chapter)