"They are moved, so why am I not?"

Lin Chen laughed to himself, thinking that if he could get guidance from his sect master, the benefits to his sword practice would be immeasurable.

After the first place, the rewards for the second to tenth places decrease in sequence.

But for Lin Chen, every reward is very generous.

After pondering for a while, Lin Chen secretly thought: "Even if you can't get the first place, you still have to be in the top ten." A trace of determination flashed in his eyes.

At this time, after the second elder announced the rewards for the top ten, he continued: "This year's Purple Mountain Sword Competition is divided into preliminary rounds, semi-finals and finals like previous ones."

"The competition method in the preliminary round is the same as in previous years. The referees will randomly draw lots of disciples to come on stage and compete for three consecutive games. If you lose any game, you will not be qualified to enter the semi-finals. Only the winner of all three games can advance to the finals.

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"The format of the semi-finals is relatively simple, with a one-on-one duel, and the judges will still draw lots to determine the contestants."

"In the final finals, the advanced contestants will challenge themselves. The contestant with the most wins will be the first place in this Purple Mountain Swordsmanship, followed by the second to tenth place."

After describing the competition methods for the three stages, the second elder paused for a moment, looked around at everyone, and then said: "Next, the twelfth elder will be responsible for drawing lots for the preliminary round."

After saying this, he stepped on the clouds and retreated.

Whoosh!

The Twelve Elders carried a scroll of blue waves, walked out from behind, and said seriously: "Please give the Holy Son token to me."

When Holy Son Qiantian, Holy Son Yunfeng and others heard this, they took out their respective Holy Son tokens without hesitation, and flew towards the Twelve Elders with a swish.

Lin Chen also handed over the Holy Son Token, and soon saw the Twelve Elders taking out a bronze cauldron and placing one hundred and thirty-three Holy Son Tokens into it.

Then, he glanced at everyone, stretched out his right hand, grabbed two Holy Son tokens from the bronze tripod, and said: "Please use the sword to kill the Holy Son and come to the sword platform."

Before he finished speaking, he saw a thin young man with a blood jade crown on his head and a stern face flying onto the battlefield with a murderous aura at his feet.

Among the saints, there was a burly young man wearing tiger head armor. He said with an ugly face: "Am I so unlucky?"

Several saints nearby joked: "Saint Son of Lijian, congratulations. Your first opponent met the Saint of Killer. You lost without any competition."

Holy Son Yunfeng glanced at him sympathetically and said to Lin Chen in a low voice: "This guy Li Jian is so unlucky that he met the Holy Son of Killer. If it were me, I would definitely lose."

Lin Chen glanced at Saint Son of Lijian and nodded lightly.

This Saint Son of Lijian is at the same level as Saint Son Yunfeng and is known for his gravity. Among the Saint Sons of the same realm, his strength is considered good.

Unfortunately, his opponent was the Son of Destruction, the Supreme God Emperor, who ranked second in the last Purple Mountain Sword Competition.

Don't talk about him. Except for the Holy Son Xuhuai who once defeated the Holy Son of Destruction, I am afraid that no other Holy Son would dare to say that he can defeat him.

After pondering for a while, Lin Chen asked: "Will he admit defeat?"

"You can abstain from the Purple Mountain Sword Forum, but generally speaking, very few people will do so, including those with high self-esteem."

Holy Son Yunfeng shook his head and explained: "You are still a Holy Son after all. Even if you know you are defeated, you still have to go up to the stage to fight. If you admit defeat without fighting, it would be too embarrassing. All the disciples are watching."

After saying this, he smiled and said: "Actually, it is good to compete with geniuses who are stronger than yourself. At least you can hone your courage and belief."

The key is the last point. After entering the realm of the God Emperor of Nothingness, the power of faith is very important.

Lin Chen was deeply touched by this, and nodded thoughtfully, and then heard the Sword Saint laughing and scolding: "What are you talking about? If it were you, you might not be as good as me."

He was a straightforward person and spoke straightforwardly. One sentence made those saints become disgraced and they kept urging him to compete in the competition.

"Why are you urging me? I'm going to come to power right now. It won't be unfair to lose to him."

The Holy Son of Lijian clenched his fists at them, then raised his legs and stepped forward. The air beneath his feet exploded, and his whole figure was like a meteorite, piercing the void and landing on the sword platform.

Looking at the Saint Son of Annihilation standing opposite, he glared and said in a rough voice: "Come on."

The face of the Saint Son of Annihilation remained stern, and his voice was cold: "Your gravity magic is not bad, you can hone my divine body."

"Haha, that's my honor." Li Jian Shengzi clenched his fists and smiled.

He calls himself Lao Tzu to those saint sons, but he does not call himself Lao Tzu when it comes to the saint son of annihilation. It is enough to show that he respects them, or is afraid of them.

As he spoke, he exerted all his strength to run the Divine Way of Gravity, reaching the peak of the sixth level. Gravity was not so powerful that it could cause the void to collapse.

At the same time, the tiger head armor he wore intertwined with an energy shield, and the sound of a tiger roaring was heard, just like a tiger in the forest.

"Is this a low-grade Ji Dao divine weapon with defensive attributes?"

Seeing this, Lin Chen thought in his mind: "With it, it is enough to resist most of the opponent's attacks, but the stronger the opponent's strength, the weaker the resistance effect."

The opponent of Saint Son of Sword, Saint Son of Killing, is the Supreme God Emperor, whose strength is extremely terrifying. This divine defensive weapon of Saint Son of Sword can only withstand 10% to 20% of attacks.

Even so, Lin Chen saw that his Gravity Divine Way was indeed powerful, making him feel a pressure, which was only stronger than the Heavenly Corpse Emperor.

It can be seen that the Saint Son of Killing still looks as usual, as if he has never seen him before. He waits until the Saint Son of Power Sword attacks in front of him, and then he takes action unhurriedly.

Lin Chen saw it clearly. The way the Saint Son of Killing took action was a bit strange. It looked very slow but was actually very fast. A powerful killing energy swept out like a torrent.

The air turned blood red at a speed invisible to the naked eye, and then the palm of the Saint of Killer was seen blocking the fist of the Saint of Sword.

The Gravity Divine Way at the peak of the sixth level was like a majestic mountain, crushing the Saint Son of Killing. The robe embroidered with killing runes crackled, but his feet did not move.

When Lin Chen saw this scene, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he said to Holy Son Yunfeng: "He is really training his divine body with Holy Son's Gravity Sword?"

"Yeah, that's what's scary about them. No matter whether the opponent is strong or weak, they always use the opponent's strength for their own use and hone themselves."

Holy Son Yunfeng sighed, suddenly turned his head to look at Lin Chen, and said with a smile: "Sage Heavenly Sword, I heard that you did this a lot when you attended the Five States Genius Tea Party."

Lin Chen said calmly: "I believe that any practitioner who aspires to become a strong person will never miss any opportunity to improve himself."

Holy Son Yunfeng nodded when he heard the words, then shook his head and said: "Having said that, it is easier said than done. Without enough strength, it is absolutely impossible to do it. There are only peerless people like you and Holy Son of Killing.

Only geniuses can do it effortlessly."

"Aren't you also a peerless genius?" Lin Chen asked with a smile.

"Then it depends on who I am compared with. Compared with the geniuses of those saints, I am a peerless genius, but compared with you, what am I?" Holy Son Yunfeng said with a bitter smile.

Lin Chen smiled and said: "Talent can determine the starting point of cultivation, but it cannot determine the height of cultivation."

The Holy Son Yunfeng was startled when he heard the words. He was silent for a moment and said, "I understand this truth. Now that I hear what you say, I seem to understand it even more."
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