Three days later, the competition for each family's quota was officially held at a city guard military training ground in the north of Zongyuan City.

The ring-shaped venue was cut into five areas, and the circular high platform in the middle, which was surrounded by five arenas, was the judging area where the lord of Zongyuan City, the heads of the clans, and people from the Hedao Sect were located.

The viewing area outside the ring arena was crowded with family members wearing various costumes and some casual cultivators hanging around Zongyuan City.

The supervisory messenger sent by the Hedao Sect was a middle-aged scribe who looked to be in his forties. He wore a turban on his head and a feather fan in his hand. He looked quite elegant and elegant.

Liu Xiaolu looked at the monk surnamed Lu swaying his feather fan lightly, looking carefree, and then looked down at the puddles with a thin layer of frost at his feet, feeling that he really didn't understand his actions.

After frowning and pondering for a moment, she finally came to a reasonable conclusion - I'm afraid there was something wrong with the imposing robe used to regulate the temperature that the foundation-building monk wore, which made him so hot that he had to fight.

Can't fan.

Thinking of this, the little girl couldn't help but raise her eyebrows. It seems that the foundation-building monks of Hedao Sect are not doing well.

Even the Yuchuan Hu family's family clothes, which are not even low-level magic weapons, can adjust the temperature appropriately. Although the robes worn by this person are sparkling, they are of no use.

Just as she was secretly cursing, she heard the old city lord Jin, who was dressed in yellow, had a sinister face, a pair of eagle eyes and a pair of long yellow eyebrows, took a step forward on the high platform and said loudly,

"The years have passed by in a hurry, and it's time for the Bishui Cave Heaven quota allocation competition held every sixty years in Zongyuan City.

Everyone must have heard about this secret realm. It is rumored that this is the mustard space cave opened by the great monk Yuanying, and there are many precious treasures left in it.

Over the years, we monks from the Liu Kingdom have explored the cave many times. Every time the cave is opened, it is a great opportunity.

The three major sects have already made an agreement that half of the various resources obtained in the secret realm can be retained by their respective sects and do not have to be handed over in full.

For hundreds of years, monks from all over the world have obtained elixirs, magic weapons, spiritual stones, and spiritual beasts.

One hundred and twenty years ago, a Hedao Sect monk obtained an advanced skill that could be practiced until the Nascent Soul stage. This changed the dual cultivation situation of Hedao Sect and Hedao Sect in one fell swoop, and created a

A brand new school within the sect.

For those of us who are cultivating immortals, if we want to go further than ordinary cultivators on the path of cultivating immortals, we must cultivate diligently and meet by chance.

A huge opportunity is right in front of you right now, but opportunity always only belongs to those who are prepared.

The number of places allocated to us in Zongyuan City by the sect is limited, so we can only allocate the places in the form of each family sending five family members to the stage to compete with each other.

Whether it is for your own smooth path to immortality or for the prosperity of your family in the future, please give it your all!"

With the blessing of magic power, City Lord Jin's voice clearly reached the ears of everyone present, and then several young monks emerged from the ranks of their respective families and leaped onto the stage in front of them.

Seeing this scene, City Lord Jin slightly nodded his head, looked around the arena, and said again, "Now let's invite all the competitors to come out and select the target arena for the first round."

The order of selecting goals is based on the previous results, from low to high. The Hu family had good results in the previous term, so they were ranked second to last.

Hu Ruxing frowned as he looked at the two remaining arenas on the field, weighed the options between the Wu Family and the City Lord's Palace, and finally chose the Jinghu Wu Family.

And the last black-clothed young man from the Yishan Mo family had no choice but to walk towards the arena of the City Lord's Mansion.

"The defense competition, the first round of the first round, the challenger will choose the target." Seeing everyone taking their seats, City Lord Jin spoke again on the high platform.

The person who jumped onto the Hu family's ring was a young monk from the City Lord's Mansion. He had an upright face with Chinese characters. He was not too old among the other ring players. He looked about fifteen or sixteen years old.

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Liu Xiaolu squinted his eyes and used his spiritual eye skills to scan his body slightly, and then he found out this person's cultivation level.

Then he looked left and right at the clan brothers standing beside him. Well, at the seventh level of Qi Refining, it seems that he won't be needed in this round this morning.

The young man stood firm, hugged everyone on the field, and said, "Lu Minke, the lord of the lower city."

"please."

This man didn't know how to write ink. As soon as he reported his home, he used his spiritual eye skills to scan around a few people, and then stretched out his arm towards Hu Rusong, who had the least cultivation among them.

Hu Rusong curled his lips and walked up to the field. With his cultivation at the sixth level of Qi Refining, he would inevitably be chosen as the first target to conquer by the challengers from each family.

The first competition ended in just one stick of incense. After all, Hu Rusong was no match for Lu Minke due to the gap in level.

However, what Liu Xiaolu didn't expect was that Hu Rusong usually looked out of tune, but on the court he was very calm, neither impatient nor impetuous, and had a good sense of proportion.

If it weren't for the inferior quality of the flying sword weapon distributed by the family, I'm afraid this battle could have lasted longer.

Although he won the first competition, Lu Minke's expression became more solemn.

Originally, he chose Hu Rusong for the first match because he planned to conserve his strength and fight quickly, but who would have thought that just this match with Hu Rusong had already consumed nearly 40% of his spiritual power.

Looking at the three remaining people on the field, Lu Minke suddenly felt a surge in pressure.

In the second game, it was the defender's turn to choose who would fight. Hu Ruyuan glanced at Lu Minke, who was frowning, and said calmly to the two people beside him, "I'll do it."

Liu Xiaolu was naturally so happy, and immediately agreed with a smile, "Then it's all thanks to the hard work, second brother."

"Second brother, come on." Hu Rujue on the other side shrank his head and spoke in a weak voice.

Hu Ruyuan nodded slightly, flicked his sleeves, summoned a green flying sword weapon, and strode towards the field.

The two of them each gave a brief salute, then controlled their respective magic weapons and fought together.

After the battle just now, Lu Minke was already exhausted, but Hu Ruyuan's attacks continued like a tide, leaving him with almost no chance to breathe.

Between attacking and defending, Lu Minke gradually showed signs of decline.

Seeing that defeat was imminent, Lu Minke had no choice but to grit his teeth and take out two yellow talismans from his arms and throw them towards his opponent's face.
Chapter completed!