Lin Xuan's strength was beyond everyone's expectations. Although those disciples were resentful, they did not dare to take action here. They snorted coldly and turned around.
Not long after Lin Xuan came up, the first level was time. The ninety-nine-story stone platform was covered by clouds and became hazy. In the sky, the middle-aged man in purple robe appeared again. With a wave of his sleeves, hundreds of black lights fell and ran towards everyone.
Lin Xuan took action like lightning and grabbed the flying object. When he found a black token with one hundred and thirty-five words on it. He looked at Yin Qingyi's and found that her was one hundred and thirty-four words on it.
He estimated that he should have passed the level 135.
"I didn't expect that tens of thousands of disciples had only more than one hundred passing the first level. This selection competition was really strict!" Lin Xuan sighed slightly.
"Congratulations on your successful pass of the first level. Next, you will conduct the second level test." said the middle-aged man in the purple robe in the clouds, "Go down the mountain, and someone will tell you how to do it."
Everyone went down the mountain one after another. When everyone came to the flat ground, the Thunder Cloud Mountain behind him made a bang and slowly disappeared. The others had no feelings about this, but Lin Xuan looked reluctantly: "Hey, there are still many golden arcs that have not been absorbed yet!"
Shaking his head, Lin Xuan pressed the matter to his heart and looked forward.
All the disciples went to the Central Martial Arts Field! A voice came into the ears of everyone. Immediately afterwards, these disciples who successfully passed the first level walked towards the Central Martial Arts Field.
"It seems that the second level should be a ring competition." Lin Xuan thought secretly.
"Hey, you bastard, why is the first level so slow?" Tang Yu deliberately slowed down in front and asked angrily when he came to Lin Xuan.
"Yes, I'm sorry, it was my burden to Senior Brother Lin." Yin Qingyi whispered beside Lin Xuan.
"It's nothing." Lin Xuan quickly comforted Yin Qingyi and explained to Tang Yu, "I was so excited yesterday that I didn't sleep well."
Two beauties walked with each other, and Lin Xuan once again attracted everyone's attention. Many male disciples stared at him fiercely. If the eyes could kill people, Lin Xuan would have died thousands of times long ago.
The central martial arts venue was very wide. When Lin Xuan and others arrived, they found that there were already many people gathering here.
To the north is a golden stand, with some elders in the sect sitting on it. On both sides of the golden stand, there are many ordinary stands, which are distributed in fan shapes and are filled with people.
Looking around, there are crowds of people and extremely lively.
Lin Xuan and 140 outer disciples stood in front of the arena, waiting quietly, but the lively atmosphere had ignited the fighting spirit in their hearts.
Who wouldn't want to defeat all the strong opponents in such a highly anticipated scene and show their heroic appearance? What's more, this is the inner sect selection competition. If you perform well, you might be attracted by an elder in the inner sect. Thinking of this, the young men felt excited.
Soon, streams of light flashed, and a majestic aura surged continuously, and several figures fell on the ring.
Their bodies were shining with dazzling light, jumping like flames, and their robes were windless, and everyone was like a god descending to earth.
The entire martial arts performance suddenly became quiet.
Lin Xuan felt that it was like a mountain pressing forward, which made his whole body boil and tried his best to fight against the pressure. No matter Lin Xuan, all the outer disciples were pale and looked at the figure on the ring in horror.
Seeing this scene, the central defender disciples must have known the content of the second level. On the ring, one of the middle-aged people with a national face said: "Yes, this second level is the ring battle."
"The numbers on the token in your hand represent your ranking in the first level. Each ranking will have corresponding results and rewards, and the same is true for the second level."
"Now let's talk about the rewards of the second level. The first place is rewarded with a pure spiritual pill, plus a Xuan-level intermediate martial arts, and a human-level treasure."
"The second place is rewarded with a low-level martial arts in the Xuan-level and a small yellow pill."
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hiss!
All the disciples were breathing in the air, the mysterious martial arts, and the human-level treasures! These things are absolutely super tempting for warriors, and there is also a pure spirit pill. I guess all the disciples will go crazy!
"What is Pure Spirit Pill?" Lin Xuan was puzzled.
"Tubaozi!" Tang Yu despised again, "Pure Spirit Pill is a third-grade elixir, and the spiritual power contained in it is very pure. After ordinary warriors in the Condensation Realm can instantly break through to the next level. Moreover, if they swallow it at the Condensation Level 9, they will definitely greatly increase the chance of entering the Spirit Sea Realm. This is the treasure that all warriors in the Condensation Realm want!"
"Improving the first-level cultivation can also increase the chance of entering the Spirit Sea Realm!" Lin Xuan took a deep breath, "He must get this kind of good thing!"
Not only Lin Xuan, but other disciples also had their faces flushed and they wanted to start the competition immediately. Seeing the atmosphere being brought up by the middle-aged man with a Chinese face, he smiled and said, "Your ranking now represents the number of this level. Anyone who is drawn by the referee will go to the ring to compete."
"Also, the reward for the first level is that the top ten don't have to participate in the first round of competition!"
"Now, the second level, start!"
Five middle-aged people with advanced cultivation stood on the five arenas and began to draw lots.
Everyone looked at the top ten in the first level with envy, and prayed that their opponents in the first round were very weak.
Not long after, the five referees began to announce the players of the game.
"The First Arena: No. 38 vs. No. 53"
"The Second Arena: No. 77 vs. No. 63"
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Ten disciples who were named came on stage one after another to prepare for the competition. Although the rankings of the first level were different, this does not mean that No. 38 will definitely fight No. 39. After all, the first level is just a test of perseverance and potential, and it cannot directly reflect the actual combat level of the warrior.
Sure enough, the first game was unpopular. No. 53 defeated No. 38, won, and entered the next round.
Lin Xuan and others retreated to the side to watch. Shangguan Liuyun sat cross-legged and started practicing. It is estimated that in his opinion, none of these people were his opponents.
Soon, the game on the ring was over, and the referee named it again, and this time Lin Xuan was among them.
"One Hundred and Thirty-Five vs. Eighty-Eight."
On the fifth arena, Lin Xuan walked onto the ring step by step very calmly, and his opponent had long been standing on the ring.
"It's so cool! I'm so lucky! I actually fought against No. 135. It seems that I can win easily this time!" This is a young man with an ordinary appearance. He looked at Lin Xuan with a look of pride in his eyes.
Lin Xuan looked calm and could not see any sorrow and joy.
Chapter completed!