Lin Xuan's strength was beyond everyone's expectations. Although the disciples were indignant, they did not dare to make a move. They snorted coldly and turned away.
Not long after Lin Xuan arrived, the time for the first stage was up. The ninety-nine stone steps were covered by clouds and became hazy. In the sky, the purple-robed middle-aged man appeared again. With a wave of his sleeve, hundreds of streaks of black light scattered and rushed towards the crowd.
Lin Xuan reached out with lightning speed and caught the object flying towards him. He discovered that it was a black token with the number 135 written on it. He looked at Yin Qingyi's token and realized that her number was 134.
He estimated that he should be the 135th person to pass the first stage.
"I didn't expect that out of the tens of thousands of disciples, only a little more than a hundred would pass the first stage. This selection is really strict!" Lin Xuan sighed.
"Congratulations on passing the first stage. Next, you will proceed to the second stage." The purple-robed middle-aged man in the clouds said, "Go down the mountain. Someone will tell you what to do there."
The crowd descended the mountain. When everyone reached the flat ground, Thundercloud Mountain behind them emitted a loud boom and then slowly disappeared. The others did not feel much about it, but Lin Xuan looked at it reluctantly. "Ah, there are still so many golden electric arcs that I haven't had time to absorb!"
Shaking his head, Lin Xuan suppressed the matter at the bottom of his heart and looked ahead.
"All disciples, go to the Central Martial Arts Arena!" A clear voice sounded in everyone's ears. Then, the disciples who had passed the first stage walked towards the Central Martial Arts Arena.
"Looks like the second stage is an arena competition," Lin Xuan thought to himself.
"Hey, you bastard. Why are you so slow in the first stage?" Tang Yu deliberately slowed down in front. When she reached Lin Xuan's side, she asked angrily.
"I'm … I'm sorry. I've dragged Senior Brother Lin down," Yin Qingyi said softly beside Lin Xuan.
"It's not like that." Lin Xuan quickly comforted Yin Qingyi and explained to Tang Yu, "I was too excited yesterday and didn't sleep well."
With two beauties accompanying him, Lin Xuan once again attracted the attention of the crowd. Many male disciples stared at him fiercely. If looks could kill, Lin Xuan would have died a thousand times over.
The Central Martial Arts Practice Field was very spacious. When Lin Xuan and the others arrived, they discovered that many people had already gathered here.
In the north was a golden viewing platform. Seated on it were some elders of the sect. On both sides of the golden viewing platform, there were many ordinary viewing platforms. They were spread out in a fan shape and were filled with people.
As far as the eye could see, there was a sea of people, and it was extremely lively.
Lin Xuan and the other 140 Outer Sect Disciples stood in front of the stage, quietly waiting. However, the lively atmosphere had already ignited their fighting spirit.
Who wouldn't want to defeat a strong enemy in front of so many people and display their heroism? Moreover, this was the Inner Sect Selection. If they performed well, they might catch the eye of one of the Inner Sect Elders. Thinking of this, the youths were excited.
Soon, streams of light flashed, and a majestic aura surged. A few figures landed on the arena.
Their bodies were glowing with a dazzling light, like flames dancing. The long robes on their bodies fluttered in the absence of wind. Every one of them was like a god descending to earth.
The entire Martial Arts Practice Field suddenly quieted down.
Lin Xuan felt as if a mountain was pressing down on him. The spiritual energy in his body boiled as he tried his best to resist the pressure. Whether it was Lin Xuan or the other Outer Sect Disciples, their faces turned pale as they looked at the figures on the stage in horror.
Seeing this scene, the Middle Sect Disciples must have known the content of the second round. On the stage, a middle-aged man with a square face said, "That's right. The second round is the Arena Battle."
"The number on the token in your hand represents your ranking in the first round. Each ranking will have a corresponding result and reward. The second round is the same."
"Now, let's talk about the rewards for the second round. First place will be rewarded with a Pure Spirit Pill, a Mid Mystic Rank Martial Art, and a Human Rank Artifact."
"Second place will be rewarded with a Low Mystic Rank Martial Art and a Small Yellow Pill."
…
Hiss!
All the disciples sucked in a breath of cold air. A Mystic Rank Martial Art and a Human Rank Artifact! These things were extremely tempting to martial artists. Moreover, there was a Pure Spirit Pill. All the disciples would go crazy for it!
"What is a Pure Spirit Pill?" Lin Xuan didn't understand.
"Country bumpkin!" Tang Yu once again looked down on him, "A Pure Spirit Pill is a third grade pill. The spirit power it contains is extremely pure. If an ordinary Pulse Condensation Stage martial artist swallows it, they can instantly break through to the next stage. Moreover, if a Pulse Condensation Stage martial artist swallows it, it can greatly increase their chances of entering the Spirit Sea Realm. This is a treasure that all Pulse Condensation Stage martial artists desire!"
"Increasing one's cultivation by one stage and increasing the chances of entering the Spirit Sea Realm!" Lin Xuan sucked in a deep breath, "He must obtain such a good thing!"
Not only Lin Xuan, but the other disciples' faces were also red. They couldn't wait to start the competition. The square faced middle-aged man saw that the atmosphere had been stirred up and smiled. "Your ranking now represents the number of this round. If you are selected by the judges, you will go to the Arena Battle."
"Also, the first round's reward is that the top ten do not need to participate in the first round!"
"Now, the second round begins!"
Five middle-aged men with profound cultivations stood on the five Arena Stages and began to draw lots.
Everyone enviously looked at the top ten of the first round and prayed that their opponents in the first round would be weak.
Not long after, the five judges began to announce the competitors.
"First Arena: Number 38 VS Number 53."
"Second Arena: Number 77 versus Number 63."
… …
The ten disciples who were called out went up the Arena Stages and prepared for the competition. Although the rankings in the first round were different, it didn't mean that Number 38 would definitely be able to defeat Number 39. After all, the first round was only a test of perseverance and potential. It couldn't directly reflect a martial artist's actual combat level.
Sure enough, there was an upset in the first match. Number 53 defeated number 38 and obtained victory, advancing to the next round.
Lin Xuan and the others retreated to the side to watch. Shangguan Liuyun directly sat down cross-legged and began to cultivate. Probably in his opinion, none of these people were his opponent.
Soon, the competition on the Arena Stages finished. The judges called out the names again, and this time, Lin Xuan was one of them.
"Number 135 vs Number 88."
On the fifth Arena, Lin Xuan calmly walked up the Arena Stages. His opponent was already standing on the Arena Stages.
"Too cool! My luck is off the charts! I can actually fight against Number 135. Looks like I can easily win this time! "This was an ordinary-looking youth. He looked at Lin Xuan with eyes full of pride.
Lin Xuan's face was calm. No joy or sadness could be seen.
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