Chapter 71

Seeing that Zhan Chen had successfully passed, the happiest person was none other than Zhao He, who was on the stage. Up until now, he still did not have a wife and child of his and Zhan Chen was the one he liked the most among his disciples. Thus, Zhao He had long treated him like his own son. He thought to himself, "This is great, the Golden Dragon Grass is finally here."

After the preliminary selection ended, the 25 victors were arranged to one side. Some of them hurried to heal their injuries while others hurried to recover their lost Qi. This was because the next round of competition was about to begin.

The recovery ability of a high-level Martial Master was already very strong. Furthermore, the sect had already prepared healing medicine and pills to recover Qi for them. Thus, in just two hours, everyone had recovered. There was basically no need to worry about participating in the ranking competition.

Although everyone was not in their best condition, their spirits were high. This was because they would no longer be under pressure. After this round, there was a high chance that they would become elite disciples!

After a while, Li Jianshu stood up and announced, "Alright, please gather the top fifty disciples. We are about to begin the ranking competition!"

The 25 high-level Martial Masters had no choice but to stand up and gather with the Martial Masters who had reached the Martial Perfection. Everyone knew that continuous battles would be disadvantageous to them since their cultivation was lower. However, this was the arrangement of the competition. Those with higher cultivation would be more inclined.

The arena for the martial arts competition had already been set up. The ranking competition was different from the preliminary selection. It was a one-on-one battle and the winner would advance.

The arena was already filled with spectating disciples. They were eager to know who this year's elite disciple would be.

At this moment, Tang Chuan walked up to the arena and said to the 50 contestants who had advanced, "This time, the competition system has been changed. In the first round, high-level Martial Masters will challenge Martial Masters who have reached the Martial Perfection."

"Didn't we use a lottery system in the past? This is too unfair!" The audience immediately went into an uproar.

However, Tang Chuan said loudly, "This is very fair. What our school wants are geniuses. The previous competition system was unreasonable! If you want to become an elite disciple with the strength of a high-level Martial Master, you can't just rely on luck. If you are a genius, you should have the ability to challenge those of a higher level. In this aspect, our sect will definitely not let a capable challenger go unrewarded! "

The audience immediately went silent. This was indeed the case. If a large number of Martial Masters who had reached the Martial Perfection failed, and the high-level Martial Masters became elite disciples, that would be really unfair.

"Alright, let the competition begin. First, you and you!" Tang Chuan casually pointed at a high-level Martial Master and a Martial Perfection disciple among the 50 contestants.

The two nodded and went into the arena at the same time. The two nodded and went into the arena at the same time.

At this time, Zhan Chen stared at Tang Chuan and thought to himself, It seems that this round is not completely fair. To put it bluntly, it all depends on Tang Chuan's personal preference. If he likes a disciple, he can arrange a weaker one for him. I wonder what his impression of me is?

At this moment, Zhan Chen stared at Tang Chuan and thought to himself, "Looks like this round of competition isn't completely fair. To put it bluntly, it all depends on Tang Chuan's preferences. If he likes a disciple, he can arrange a weaker one for him. I wonder what his impression of me is?"

"Next group, you and you." Tang Chuan immediately pointed at two people in the group.

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The first round of the competition proceeded quickly. Most of the high-level Martial Masters were not a match for the Martial Perfection disciples. Most of them could not last more than 10 moves.

However, Zhan Chen was surprised by his luck. He was actually in the last group! Only after the experts had finished their competition did Tang Chuan seem to remember him. He pointed at Zhan Chen and another Martial Perfection disciple who did not seem to be famous and said, "It's your turn now?"

At this moment, Zhan Chen noticed that Tang Chuan was looking at him with a meaningful gaze. He suddenly realized that this elder was probably looking out for him. Why was he doing this?

However, there was no time for him to think further. At this moment, his opponent had already entered the arena. He could only cut off all distracting thoughts and jump into the arena.

The opponent introduced himself to him, "My name is Lin Qing. May I know how I should address you, Junior?"

"Zhan Chen!"

"Alright, sorry for the offense, Junior!"

The two of them took out their weapons at the same time. However, Zhan Chen saw that the opponent was holding an emerald green longsword. The sword was surging with an endless charm. He could not help but think, "This Lin Qing actually cultivates Wood Attribute Vital Qi. Metal restrains Wood. This competition is very advantageous for me!"

"Take this, Green Cotton Sword Technique!" Lin Qing was not modest. He stomped his right foot on the ground and rushed towards Zhan Chen. The longsword in his hand danced in the air. In an instant, dozens of sword flowers blotted out the sky and covered the earth. They formed an impenetrable green sword net, as if they wanted to drag Zhan Chen into the layers of sword shadows.

"So fast!" Zhan Chen did not hesitate to use the Golden Light Sword. Otherwise, he would only be abused. A golden light flashed, and the sword net was instantly shattered. In this competition, Zhan Chen actually had an absolute advantage.

For a moment, Lin Qing was stunned. Although his attributes were suppressed by Zhan Chen, his cultivation was definitely stronger than Zhan Chen's. He could not understand why Zhan Chen's sword speed and strength were a notch higher than his.

After breaking his opponent's sword technique with one strike, Zhan Chen saw that Lin Qing was stunned by his valiance. A bright light flashed in his eyes, and he followed up with another attack. His Tiger Roar Sword rose up, and a sword flower went straight for his throat.

At this moment, Lin Qing suddenly came to his senses. He leaned back and dodged Zhan Chen's sword. After that, he stood up and did a side flip, dodging to the side, and once again confronted Zhan Chen.

Zhan Chen chased after him. With a leap, he pounced towards Lin Qing like a roc spreading its wings. The Tiger Roar Sword looked down from above, and he slashed again.

This slash was released after accumulating power, and it was amazing! The Tiger Roar Sword burst forth with a silver light, and let out a long whistling sound. It even formed a shadow of a ferocious tiger in the air, and pounced towards Lin Qing, who was on the ground, like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey.

Lin Qing faced the Tiger Roar Sword directly, and it felt even more real. He only felt that when he faced the shadow of the ferocious tiger, the power in his body seemed to be suppressed to the point that he could not move. Even his soul felt a trace of trembling. He was greatly astonished, "What kind of sword is this? It is so extraordinary! It can actually form such a vast momentum, and suppress me in all aspects. "

Seeing that the long sword was about to fall on his face, Lin Qing fiercely bit his tongue, and only then did he struggle free from this momentum. He hurriedly held the sword horizontally above his head.

There was a "Ding!" Sound, and the two swords clashed together. The result could be imagined. Lin Qing's sword was immediately knocked to the ground, and the Tiger Roar Sword landed firmly on his shoulder.

At this moment, Zhan Chen let out a sigh of relief, and said, "Senior Martial Brother, thank you for letting me win!"

After witnessing this battle, Li Jianshu's eyes flickered with a strange light. He could not help but stroke his long beard, and nodded in praise, "What a good sword! What a good young man! "

Many of the elders reacted the same way. Their eyes flashed with amazement.

Zhao He was so surprised that he jumped up from his seat. Only then did he realize that he was a little too excited. He hurriedly coughed a few times as a cover up, and returned to his seat. However, he could not suppress the smile at the corner of his mouth.

Currently, Zhan Chen had advanced to the second round. Did this not mean that he had a chance of winning the position of elite disciple?

Tang Chuan also had a happy expression on his face. Until now, Zhan Chen's outstanding performance in the Outer Sanctum Martial Competition was still deeply imprinted in his mind. How long had it been? Would he be able to stand on the inner sect disciple ranking competition stage? This kind of genius was exactly what the sect needed!

All of these made Tang Chuan finally move his own selfishness, and he arranged the weakest opponent for Zhan Chen.

Sure enough, Zhan Chen did not let him down, and he defeated his opponent cleanly.

Su Yun, who was in the same row as him, also gave him a look of encouragement. At this moment, she was actually very shocked. She did not expect that Zhan Chen would be able to reach this stage.

Zhan Chen smiled at her proudly. He did not know why, but Su Yun noticed him, and it made his mood especially good.

Only Lan Hong, who was in his seat, and Wang Yin, who was below the stage, revealed a sinister expression. They hated Zhan Chen the most, and naturally did not want to see him gradually become stronger.

Just like this, 25 winners were decided. Among them, only Zhan Chen was an advanced Martial Master. Everyone looked at him from below the stage, and they were pointing at him.

Tang Chuan cleared his throat and said, "Next, we will proceed to the second round of selection, and we will decide the top ten contestants to participate in the final competition tomorrow. The remaining 25 people, come over and draw lots. Later, you will fight based on your numbers. In short, today, the top 20 will be decided, and they will become the elite disciples of the sect. "

"As for the Sect Leader and us Elders, we will give you a score based on your performance, and this will determine your ranking. Only the top ten disciples will be qualified to participate in the final competition tomorrow!"

"The second round will be a score?" Zhan Chen thought for a while, "It seems that in this round, the opinions of the Elders and Sect Leader will be very important. Whatever, I just need to keep winning. Next, I will be able to obtain the position of elite disciple!"

Zhan Chen clenched his fists, full of ambition. As long as he worked hard, he would definitely be able to become an elite disciple.

"Now, everyone, come over and draw lots!" At this time, Tang Chuan's voice sounded. Zhan Chen followed the crowd and drew a piece of paper from his hand. He opened it, and on it was written number 19.

"Report your numbers to me," Tang Chuan said again.

Everyone reported their numbers to Tang Chuan.

At this time, Tang Chuan said, "Alright, I know your numbers. The order of the next round will be decided by the Sect Leader. "

Tang Chuan didn't tell Li Jianshu everyone's numbers. Instead, Li Jianshu would randomly choose his opponents. This way, he could guarantee the fairness of the competition.

After Tang Chuan finished speaking, he looked at Li Jianshu, indicating that he could start.

Li Jianshu nodded, stood up, and said, "The first group will be number 2 against number 10."

Tang Chuan immediately sang, "Lin Quan against Su Che!"

The two members walked up the stage and began the first battle.

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This round's competition was completely different from the previous round. The battles were all between Martial Masters in the Great Perfection Realm. The battles were also abnormally intense, and brilliant.

After a few groups of opponents were decided, Li Jianshu called out again, "Number 7 against number 19!"

"Zhang Ying against Zhan Chen!"

Zhan Chen, who was still immersed in the previous round, couldn't help but shiver when he heard the call. "Is it finally my turn again? Each opponent is stronger than the last. "