On the eighth day of the March, the sky is clear and the spring is bright.

On the martial arts training ground, more than 300 young men stood solemnly, in a neat line, silent. They were all wearing strong clothes, with bright eyes, both nervous and nervous.

Headed by Jiang Lie, the leaders of each hall, and the older generation of masters of the seven major families gathered together. They looked at this group of outstanding disciples who represent the future of the sect, with deep eyes and whispers, and they should be candidates with their own preferences.

Ten temporary rings have been separated by lines. There are two rows of weapon stands on the edge of each ring, filled with various weapons, all of which have not been opened. They are specially made for ring competitions.

After all, the martial arts of registered disciples are far from reaching the level of receiving and receiving the best. If they compete with powerful weapons, they will splatter blood for five steps if they are not careful. Therefore, in order to avoid the tragedy of each other's sects, they use weapons that cannot be used during the competition.

The auspicious time has come, and the cannon sounds three times.

Jiang Lie took two steps forward and slowly glanced at the energetic young men. He was excited and said loudly: "Dear disciples! Xuanyuan Gate was founded for a hundred years, inherited the torch, and looked proud of the world. He has produced many talents. He has made countless contributions to protecting the mountains and rivers of Jiuzhou! As Xuanyuan's banner pointed out, the demons were used to protect the various guest!

"Now, you will take over the banner of Xuanyuan Gate that symbolizes glory and glory, step on the world and write a new legend! I hope you will not forget the teachings of the ancestors, remember your own Yanhuang bloodline, not fear hardships, not fear alien races, fight bravely to fight the enemy, and love your fellow disciples!

"The inner gate comparison takes fairness and justice as its first purpose! The strong win, the weak retreat, and no one is allowed to do exceptions! Only by choosing the strong from the strong and the best from the best can I stand tall in the world and the world after a hundred years of storms!

"Dear disciples, the competition on the arena will determine the winner and lose. Don't underestimate the enemy. I hope that on Lingyun Peak and in front of the Martial Saint Hall, I can put on the purple robes of the inner gate for you and others! Lingyun is fighting for the battle, who else can I do this!"

The young men were excited and eager to immediately put on purple clothes that symbolize the inner disciples, show off everywhere, and shouted in unison: "Lingyun competes for the front, who else can be the lower one! Lingyun competes for the front, whoever can be the lower one!"

The shouts rolled like thunder and spread throughout the city.

Jiang Lie nodded with satisfaction and laughed: "The younger generation is better than the younger generation, and the younger generation of the Yangtze River pushes the older generation! What a group of passionate men, I am worthy of my name as Xuanyuan!"

The rules of the competition are announced now, and Liang Bin, the head of the Law Enforcement Hall, was elected as the judge of the competition competition, the sword hall, the Baibing Hall, etc., each of which was the deputy chief judge, who was fully responsible for handling all matters and disputes in the competition. According to the traditions of the past, these were all rules and no major problems would exist. Liang Bin immediately exercised his powers, assigned personnel to inspect the equipment, and appointed hosts of each ring.

The powerful Xuanyuan masters hosted each ring were equipped with four people in each ring, both responsible for determining the outcome and shouldering the heavy responsibility of protecting the lives of the disciples. If both sides have equal force and a stalemate, they will enter the stage of using killer moves to win, they will intervene in time to resolve the murderous intent.

Jiang Lie and the heads of the hall were busy preparing for the ceremony, and left in a hurry without mentioning it after giving an explanation.

When the equipment inspection was completed, the masters who presided over the various arenas were in place and Liang Bin gave the order, the inner gate competition was officially staged!

"The first game of the Armour, Xiong Jun vs. Bao Tiegu!"

"The first game of the B round, Jiang Yi vs. Zhou Zhi!"

"The first game of C, Lou Chunlei vs. Ma Biao!"

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Before the voice fell, the pair of young men rose and fell to different arenas. Qiankun Hall did not know whether it was intentional or not, but the first round of martial arts competitions arranged were all clearly distinguished between strength and weakness. There was no strong showdown, and there was no scene of aristocratic disciples fighting each other.

Among the first teenagers to make their debut, Jiang Yi is the most eye-catching. He is Jiang Lie's nephew and Jiang Haoyuan's cousin. He is skilled in swordsmanship and is known as the one who is the one who is the one who is a disciple of aristocratic family. He is secretly regarded as a competitor by many people.

This is the first time that Jiang Yi made a public appearance. He is of medium figure and handsome. He rarely shaves a bald head. His scalp is shiny and shining brightly under the sunlight, which is impressive. Jiang Yi has a well-proportioned and powerful limbs, wide palms, and a light and fast body. He looks calm when he comes on stage, and he can hardly see any excitement.

For him, there was no suspense in this competition, and it was easier than eating and sleeping. As a direct child of the Jiang family, his goal was to win the first place in the competition.

For this reason, he shaved his ambition and declared his determination to win.

The young man who faced Jiang Yi was stout, thick eyebrows and big eyes, from the northwest Longzhou, with his surname Zhou's name. He was heroic, good at swordsmanship, and his qualifications were barely considered medium among his disciples. His cultivation was still stuck at the edge of the top level and he never broke through the perfect realm. Although he worked very hard, his martial arts path emphasized more insight. If he didn't understand and died just by dying his strength, he would not make much progress.

The two of them selected swords from the weapons stand and faced each other far away.

Zhou Zhi's family knew his family affairs. Seeing Jiang Yi's sword ejaculation in his hand, it was like a dangerous cliff. He didn't even explain a word about the scene, and he raised his sword and rushed out with a tiger's roar!

How could he not have heard of Jiang Yi's name? He was afraid that he would be taken away after the confrontation and would not even have the courage to swing the knife, so he would be embarrassed to throw it to his grandma's house.

So he decisively used the knife, not seeking nothing but seeking nothing wrong.

The man and the sword were united, and rushed towards him with a strong wind. Zhou Zhi waved his right arm, and the sword light was as bright as a stunning rainbow, slashing at Jiang Yi. His moves were simply sharp and not too fancy. He obviously knew in his heart that he should not show off his moves when facing disciples of the previous aristocratic family, otherwise he would be seeking death.

The sword light suddenly rose, and Jiang Yi did not move at all. But his eyes were like a sharp sword, shooting straight into the flaws in the sword technique, and landed at the position of his heart. The sword intent surged, as if he was about to draw a sword and stab it.

Zhou Zhidan felt cold in his heart, and his hair was standing upside down. He knew that the changes in the knife technique were completely seen through by the other party. He immediately leaned his shoulders and turned diagonally to the right. The steel knife took advantage of the situation and swept across the waist.

Jiang Yi's eyes raised slightly, but he still penetrated his moves and shot towards the key acupoints between his eyebrows.

Zhou Zhi screamed with a strange cry and raised his knife to protect the upper plate.

No matter how Jiang Yi swung his opponent's knife and his eyes moved quickly, the landing point must be the point that Zhou Zhi had to guard against.

Zhou Zhi swung his sword wildly, moved and leaped, and completely used his sword technique, which was in sharp contrast with Jiang Yi who was as quiet as a mountain. However, the more flaws he was exposed, he stepped back step by step under Jiang Yi's gaze, gritting his teeth, as if he was fighting an invisible ghost, which was quite strange.

The world is bright and the wind is bright, and a chill surges in the plain.

The boys looked at Zhou Zhi who was in a mad and unaware of it, and they all gasped for a breath of air and said that Jiang Yi was very strong, but it turned out to be so outrageous! He didn't even need to draw a sword, but just used his invisible gaze to force his opponent into a mess!

"Jiang Yi won the first game of the B round!"

Jiang Yi smiled slightly and withdrew his sharp gaze.

Zhou Zhi felt the pressure lighter and instinctively stopped swinging the knife. Only then did he realize that he was sweating profusely and his muscles were sore. Looking at his opponent again, he was still standing in place, and his sword had not yet been unsheathed.

The strength gap between the two sides is as different as a world of difference.

Zhou Zhi lowered his head in shame and said bitterly: "Senior Brother Jiang is a talented person, I am not as good as me!"

Jiang Yi said: "Victory and defeat are common in military affairs. Don't be discouraged and keep your feet on your way!"

Zhou Zhi was shocked and said solemnly: "Yes!"

Not only Zhou Zhi was convinced by his victory, but the disciples in the audience also applauded and cheered. How many of them could defeat their opponents with just one pair of eyes? No matter how poor aristocratic families, Jiang Yi was listed as the most promising candidate for winning the "Purple-coated Golden Lang".

In a battle, I am impressed by my opponent, and I am talking about a genius like Jiang Yi.
Chapter completed!