Dongfang Chang 'ao naturally knew who Yue Qianchou was. He turned around and looked at the Sect Leader. Feng Xiangtian shouted, "Yue Qianchou, do you know where you are? Is this a place where you can mess around? Since you didn't know anything, I'll forgive you for now. If you do it again, I won't let you off lightly! "Yue Qianchou bowed in gratitude.
"Chang 'ao, let's continue!"
Dongfang Chang 'ao nodded and turned around to look at Yue Qianchou. He looked around and shouted, "Alchemy Pavilion's Yue Qianchou has drawn the white lot and will advance to the next round of the competition unconditionally. Those who have drawn lots 1 to 10, stay here. The rest of the disciples can leave for now. "
Hearing this, Yue Qianchou let out a sigh of relief. As if he had been granted amnesty, he jogged back to the Alchemy Pavilion.
Seeing him like this, many people laughed to death! Among the Cultivation Pavilion's crowd, Gu Qingyun shook his head helplessly, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. Xiao Wanqing, who was mixed in the crowd of Wanfen Garden, fell powerlessly on Kou Xuehua's shoulder. She couldn't stop giggling. The other girls also couldn't help but smile. Unfortunately, Furong didn't like crowded places and didn't come this time. Otherwise, who knew what she would think if she saw this.
"You … sigh! I really don't know what to say to you. "Yang Qian smiled bitterly as he looked at Yue Qianchou who had run back to his side. Yue Qianchou cupped his hands at the Alchemy Pavilion disciples and said, "I really didn't do it on purpose. I've made a fool of myself in front of everyone. I'm really sorry." Everyone revealed a smile of support.
After the spectators laughed, they were greatly disappointed. They had come here mainly for Yue Qianchou. Who would have thought that he would run into him when there was a one in a thousand chance? Who could they go to talk to about this?
The plaza was large enough, and it was divided into ten areas, each supervised by ten elders. This time, the competition between the ten pairs of disciples began. The joke just now was also temporarily thrown aside by the crowd, and their attention shifted to the competition.
The sword transformed into a stream of light, crisscrossing in all directions. Silhouettes flashed and shouted. For a moment, the entire square was filled with the sound of metal clashing, and there were even sounds of collisions.
After the competition, most of the ten disciples who lost were injured. Some were even carried away with serious injuries. Those who were on good terms with Yue Qianchou couldn't help but worry for him. Death and injury were allowed in this competition. Naturally, the goal was to allow the participants to display their full strength. Looking at the competition just now, many people had shown mercy. Perhaps it was because they were disciples of the same faction, so it was not good for them to kill. Otherwise, they would not be able to explain themselves when they returned. But for Yue Qianchou, it would not be so good.
Most of the disciples who signed up for the competition were late Core Formation stage disciples. At the same time, they were also the elites of the Cultivation Pavilion. Think about it, if there was a large difference in cultivation, they would have already suffered a great loss. Although they were all Core Formation cultivators, Yue Qianchou's cultivation was two whole layers lower than theirs. If his opponent didn't show mercy, then Yue Qianchou's situation would be obvious.
Yue Qianchou had also discovered that the closer the cultivation of the two disciples, the more dangerous the battle would be. Everyone wanted to win and would often attack with the intention of killing the other. As a result, once the victor was decided, one side would either die or be seriously injured. It was not like when there was a large difference in cultivation. Those with higher cultivation could easily win, so they could control their strength. If the competition continued like this, then a few people would definitely die.
Sure enough, in the second round, a disciple's head was cut off by his opponent. The smell of blood spread and seemed to have stimulated the competing disciples. The fighting became more and more intense and both sides often attacked each other to kill.
Yang Qian looked worriedly at Yue Qianchou. He saw that Yue Qianchou's eyes were slightly narrowed.
Feng Xiangtian, who was in the Cultivation Pavilion, frowned. Guan Weiwu called him over and said, "Weiwu, although Yue Qianchou's cultivation was forcibly raised to the Core Formation stage by you, there is still a gap between him and the other disciples. His talent in alchemy is really rare. If something happens to him, it will be a great loss to Supporting Immortal Island. What I mean is, should you let him think about it? If it really doesn't work … let him go up and admit defeat! Didn't he draw a blank this round? It's not too late to let him withdraw from the competition now. "
The elders on the side thought about it and felt that Sect Leader was right. Yue Qianchou's alchemy was a secret to others, but most of the people upstairs had seen Yue Qianchou's alchemy with their own eyes. His talent was really great. If anything happened to him, it would be a great loss for Supporting Immortal Island. They couldn't help but nod in agreement with Sect Leader's opinion. Guan Weiwu was taken aback. "Senior Brother, wouldn't my Alchemy Pavilion lose face?"
"Sect Leader, I don't think it's necessary." Ferdinand walked over and said with a frown, "What's the use of refining elixirs no matter how good he is? If he runs away from a competition with his fellow disciples, I'm afraid he won't be able to raise his head in Supporting Immortal Island for the rest of his life. Unless he leaves Supporting Immortal Island in the future. "In Ferdinand's mind, he didn't want his daughter to follow a waste.
"Yes! Yes! "Guan Weiwu echoed. Feng Xiangtian nodded slightly and turned his attention back to the competition. The elders didn't say anything.
Nearly a thousand people fought nearly fifty matches. A day passed just like that. In the end, most of the people who lost were injured. More than ten disciples even lost their lives. Yue Qianchou sat cross-legged on the ground and watched the competition from beginning to end without saying a word. Every time he saw those who killed their opponents, his eyes would unconsciously narrow and remember that person's face.
There was no competition that night because it was held during the day. After the competition ended, the disciples of each faction quickly rushed back. If there was anything, they had to quickly finish it tonight. Yue Qianchou couldn't run away from tomorrow's competition. Because there were 493 disciples who won today and Yue Qianchou who had advanced in advance, it was just an even number and could be divided into 247 matches. So, it meant that there wouldn't be a situation where there would be a blank lot tomorrow. Tomorrow was really a good day that everyone was looking forward to!
The next day, the crowd didn't decrease at all. Their gazes were still focused on Yue Qianchou who was drawing the lot. Yue Qianchou touched the lot and held it firmly in his palm after taking a glance. A smile appeared on his lips. His luck wasn't bad. It was a round number. The number was two zero. However, he didn't know who his opponent was.
When he returned to the Elixir Refinery Pavilion, Yang Qian asked even though he already knew the answer, "Are you done?" Yue Qianchou nodded. Seeing the worry in his eyes, he couldn't help but smile. Was there really so much to worry about? When he had been cultivating in Utopia, he had often gotten the three company commanders in the late-stage Nascent Soul Realm to spar with him. That was not child's play. He was playing with real skills. Why would he be afraid of these disciples in the late-stage Core Formation Realm?
Yue Qianchou calmly watched the competition in front of him. When he realized that his disciple, who had already killed someone yesterday, had actually killed another opponent today, Yue Qianchou's eyes narrowed into slits, and a cold gleam flashed in them.
The surrounding people watched the matches one after another, but they still didn't see Yue Qianchou go up. They were all a little anxious, but they didn't know what number he had drawn. When Dongfang Chang Ao announced the start of the twentieth match of the day, Yue Qianchou stood up and slowly walked towards the center of the stage. Yang Qian, who was standing to the side, let out a soft "ah" sound. Immediately, like a stone being tossed into a thousand ripples, everyone's heads turned around, their gazes all focused on the figure that was slowly walking towards the center of the stage …
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