As soon as this voice came out, everyone looked over and saw a river flowing across the horizon. Jade ripples surged, white foam like snow. Two malevolent Inky Flood Dragons with golden locks on their necks dragged a Inky Coiled Dragon Python carriage, stirring up great waves as they surged forward.
Qi Yuntian was wearing a Daoist robe with silk ribbons around his waist. His sleeves were as big as the clouds and his expression was solemn. Beside him was a Daoist boy who was holding a scroll.
Not long after, the carriage landed on the First Peak. He raised his sleeve and waved it lightly, collecting the vast and mighty water. It was as if thousands of miles of heavenly water had fallen. Suddenly, there was a loud sound, and even the entire mountain top was shaken. When he looked again, the layers of waves had already disappeared, and only the rumbling sound was left. It reverberated endlessly.
At this moment, other than the third peak that was missing one person, nine of the top ten disciples were present. On the other eight peaks, no matter if they were disciples or disciples, they all stood up and said in unison, "Greetings, Big Senior Brother."
Qi Yuntian stood at the peak. His body was tall and straight like a mountain. His eyes were like a torch as he looked around. His gaze paused on the third peak for a moment before he walked over and said, "Brothers, please rise."
When the disciples heard this, they all stood up straight.
At this moment, a girl who was riding on a crane flew over and said loudly, "Greetings, Spiritual Master Qi. Junior Uncle Zhong needs to go into seclusion and is at a critical moment. I'm afraid he won't be able to attend this competition.
His words were loud and clear, reaching everyone's ears. Qi Yuntian smiled faintly and said, "Junior Martial Brother Zhong is diligent in his cultivation, it is our sect's good fortune. It's fine if you don't come to this competition." .
Among the top ten disciples, only Zhong Mu Qing had not appeared in the competition for more than a hundred years.
He used to be a disciple of Immortal Meng, and was Qi Yuntian's senior and junior brother. They were about the same age, but their skills were slightly inferior. After the great change in the sect, Immortal Qin took a fancy to him and wanted him to be his disciple.
Although Zhong Muqing was one of the top ten disciples and had participated in many competitions, no one paid any attention to him.
This was all because Immortal Qin's status in the sect was extraordinary. She was the daughter of the former Sect Leader. She also had the support of a few Elders in the Du Zhen Palace. Whether it was the aristocratic families or the master and disciple lineage, even if they could not win her over, they did not want to offend her.
Fortunately, this Daoist Master rarely appeared and never cared about the sect's matters. If it wasn't for the three lake demons who kidnapped her disciple, she wouldn't have appeared on Bamboo Island. Zhong Muqing probably didn't come to the competition because of Immortal Qin's instructions. He didn't want to get involved in the dispute.
For example, disciples of great clans like Huo Xuan and Du De had long since become accustomed to this. Moreover, a single person could only occupy the position of one of the 10 great disciples for 360 years. So even if this person avoided battle, there would come a day when he or she would have to move out.
After Qi Litian arrived, he seemed to have brought with him a powerful aura. The other eight peaks were completely silent, and the aristocratic families were no longer able to chat as freely as before.
Zhang Yan nodded to himself. Qi Yuntian was undoubtedly the third generation Eldest Senior Brother. Among the disciples of the aristocratic families, there was no one who could compete with him.
No wonder the master and disciple lineage only had three people among the 10 great disciples. But they could always gain the upper hand. He alone could suppress the crowd.
Zhang Yan turned to look at the second peak. It was rumored that that person was only one step away from the Yuanying Realm. However, if he did not take this step well, his Yuanying Realm would not be complete. No one knew when this person would be able to take this step.
Huo Xuan sat alone on a rock on the peak. He was silent.
This person's cheeks were thin, and his eye sockets were slightly sunken. He was wearing a grey mist Sun Weaving Daoist robe. He did not look very handsome, but his eyes flashed with a frightening light from time to time.
At this moment, there was movement from the formation at the bottom of the valley. More than 30 Transformation Core cultivators walked out one after another. These people were able to break through the formation and had defeated at least a dozen of their peers. They could all be considered the elites of the Qincang School.
Ren Mingyao walked out of the formation. He was walking with his head held high, but when he saw Zhang Yan and Ning Chongxuan sitting on the cloud, he seemed to have thought of something. His expression changed slightly and he stopped moving forward.
Someone behind him said, "Senior Brother Ren, what's the matter?"
The person did not wait for him to answer. He followed his gaze and sighed, "So it's Senior Brother Ning and Senior Brother Zhang. From the looks of it, these two have the intention to compete for the position of the 10 great disciples. How courageous."
Ren Mingyao suddenly felt annoyed and said coldly, "Senior Brother Ning has the help of Zhenren Sun and Senior Brother Qi, so he has a good chance of winning. But this Zhang Yan may not succeed. Let me ask you, which one of the people sitting on this peak has not cultivated for more than a hundred years? He has not even reached the Transformation Core realm, but he dares to covet the position of the 10 great disciples. He is really overestimating himself. "
The person did not notice his expression and laughed, "Senior Brother, you are wrong. It is true that this Senior Brother Zhang entered the Dao late, but his flying sword technique is brilliant. He also has the help of a magic treasure like the Five-spirit White Carp Lock. His chance of winning is small, but he may not lose. So what if he fights with those people from the aristocratic families?"
Ren Mingyao snorted and turned to walk away.
The reason why he was indignant was that he was also chosen by Qi Yuntian. But for some reason, the matter was left unsettled.
He was just a registered disciple of Meng Zhen, not a confidant of Qi Yuntian like Fan Changqing. He did not understand the real reason was because of the battle between the two sects. Instead, he suspected that Zhang Yan had taken the seat that originally belonged to him. How could he be reconciled to this?
When all the disciples were seated, Qi Yun Tian ordered the boy to light up the incense burner and took out a scroll from the boy's hand. He untied the soft rope and spread it on the table. He silently chanted the incantation and a moment later, he pointed his finger and a beam of golden light shot out. Instantly, countless runes and golden inscriptions appeared and rushed up to the clouds like the green smoke. At the same time, he said, "Disciples welcome Zhenren's arrival."
Suddenly, a loud sound was heard from the clouds. Celestial music was heard. The sky suddenly shone with colors, thousands of auspicious clouds, tens of thousands of auspicious lights. Indistinctly, a few figures could be seen, but they were separated to the east and west.
Zhang Yan knew that the few Zhenren Sun from the sect had arrived. But the airflow in the clouds was rolling, the light was magnificent and he could not see their faces. So he could not tell how many people had arrived.
When the disciples on the ten peaks saw this strange sign, they either clasped their hands or knelt down. They quickly bowed and shouted in unison, "Disciples pay respect to the Zhenren Sun."
A distant voice came from the clouds and said, "Disciples may dispense with the formalities."
Qi Yuntian straightened up and said, "Zhenren Sun, the disciples are all here. Can we start the competition? Zhenren Sun, please tell us. "
After a while, a deep and resounding voice could be heard saying, "Approved."
Instantly, the forceful sound of the bell resounded once more within the Dark Azure Sect, and it spread far into the distance and reverberated in the horizon for a long time, causing countless spirit beasts to be alarmed, and groups of them flapped their wings and flew up from the Dragon Lake.
At the same time, tens of thousands of disciples had gathered outside the ten peaks. They were all here to catch a glimpse of the top ten disciples.
However, they were already extremely far away from that place. Even though the eyesight of cultivators was extraordinary, they could only vaguely discern it after exhausting their eyesight.
This was because their master had also entered the ten peaks. Liu Yanyi, Qiu Hanyue, Tian Kun, and the Wang sisters stood on the flying boat and watched from afar.
Liu Yanyi and Qiu Hanyue were chatting happily. Suddenly, a wisp of smoke flew over and landed on the flying boat. A graceful figure appeared.
Everyone looked and saw Qi Mengjiao standing there with a smile.
Liu Yanyi was surprised, "Senior Sister, why didn't you go to the competition? Why did you come here?"
Qi Mengjiao smiled and shook her head, "Senior Sister, my cultivation is not high. If I go, I will only embarrass my master. It's better if I don't participate."
Qiu Hanyue came up and held Qi Mengjiao's arm. She giggled, "It's best if you don't go. I know that you have a treasure that allows you to see the scenery a hundred miles away. You must have brought it today, right?"
Qi Mengjiao rolled her eyes and sighed, "Junior Sister Qiu guessed correctly."
With a flip of her hand, she took out a silver mirror from within her sleeve. With a tap of her slender finger, a wisp of cloudy light rippled out from within the mirror, and it expanded to a meter in size. The light flickered, and it didn't take long for the current situation within Mount Ten Peaks to appear.
Everyone present couldn't help but look over. At this moment, they saw a boy about six or seven years old walking out from the field. However, his expression was solemn, and his actions and actions were filled with an air of seniority.
Wang Caiting exclaimed in surprise, "Why is there a little kid here for the sect's competition? How strange. "
Qi Mengjiao said in a low voice, "Junior Sister, be careful with your words. This person is Xun Yihe, Zhenren Xun, the number one flying sword technique in the sect. He is highly respected and has a profound cultivation. He is the judge of this competition."
Everyone exclaimed in a low voice and unconsciously focused their attention on it.
In front of the ten peaks.
Zhang Yan glanced at Ning Chongxuan. Seeing that he had no intention of participating, he was thinking about whether he should go or not. At this moment, a figure rushed out and said loudly, "Meng Shishi's registered disciple, Ren Mingyao. I'm here to learn from Senior Brother Fang."
He stood on a hawk and wore a green robe. His sleeves were fluttering in the wind. His appearance was handsome, and he immediately attracted a lot of attention.
Ren Mingyao's cultivation technique was not one of the five techniques. Later on, he obtained a sword disc that was painstakingly cultivated by an elder of the Yuan Yang Sect. He felt that it was quite suitable for him to use. Therefore, he specially asked Meng Zhenren to give him a more powerful cultivation technique. He believed that his cultivation was not bad.
This time, he was the first one to rush out. He did not expect to defeat Fang Zhenying. He just wanted to fight with his fellow disciples, and it would be best if he could defeat a few of them so that he could show some face in front of the masters. Then he would be considered to have achieved his goal.
Generally speaking, unless it involved the replacement of the top ten disciples, the top ten disciples would not participate in the competition themselves. They would only order their disciples to compete, and they would give advice and comment on the side.
This was also a custom in the sect. At least in the competition, every disciple who came to ask for advice had a much lower cultivation level than the top ten disciples, and they were responsible for giving advice and guidance.
For example, when Huang Fuzhou came to Xiao Sha, he only used words to ask him to retreat. He did not fight at all. At that time, he also made a lot of disciples admire him.
However, Ren Mingyao did not expect that when Fang Zhenying heard someone challenging him, he did not want to fight. But on second thought, he did not want to be too ugly in the first round of the competition. So he waved away a fellow disciple who was about to step forward, stood up proudly and said, "I will fight him in person. You don't need to intervene."
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