After hearing his words, the expressions of more than a dozen people were relatively dull. Some people stood quietly, their clothes fluttering, wanting to see what level these top inner disciples had reached.

Others simply bowed their hands to the three semi-saints and then turned around and left, not bothering to look more here.

For many saints and saints, their competitive eyes are basically focused on other saints and saints, and they have little interest in lower-level inner disciples.

Anyway, it will eventually become a stepping stone for them.

"Holy Son Haoyue didn't come, he must be in retreat."

"He may be planning to wait for the Top 100 Battle before showing up. He doesn't like a battle of this level, and coming here is just a waste of time."

"We said goodbye thirty years ago, and I don't know what level he has reached now. This time, I'm really looking forward to it."

Several familiar saints and saints had a hint of fighting intent in their eyes when they mentioned a certain saint.

There are many saints, but some of them have extremely famous reputations, such as the Holy Son of Haoyue.

"There are also many rising stars this time. Don't just focus on Holy Son Haoyue and let other little guys catch up."

A graceful saint with a hazy gauze face and eyes like autumn water glanced at a figure in white clothes floating next to her.

After hearing her words, the eyes of the other saints and saints also shifted. Some stared slightly, while others looked indifferent.

"I heard about the bone mirror test. You are only twenty-seven years old, so you can be considered the youngest among us, right?"

A young man with a tall figure and sharp eyebrows and starry eyes said with great interest.

"After all, he is a direct descendant of the Sword Master. Just like Holy Son Haoyue, he is probably as capable as Holy Son Haoyue thirty years ago."

Another saint said calmly.

They chatted casually and did not hide anything. They all revealed their confidence and calmness in themselves and did not care about offending or provoking.

After all, in this Sword God battle, both sides may be competitors.

What's more, although they are both saint sons, if they want to get the incense of the Sword Ancestor Holy Land and become a new sword master, there is only one quota. They are each other's enemies, unless one is willing to withdraw from this competition.

Hearing the discussion of these people, Bian Ruxue, who was dressed in snow, looked silent and ignored them. He just stared at the ten arenas in front of him quietly.

She did not intend to leave, but wanted to see the leaders among these inner disciples. The strength of those top inner disciples was not much inferior to that of the Son and Saint Daughter. Some of them even had the best performance after the last election of the Son and Saint Daughter.

He has made a breakthrough, and now he may have the power of a saint son or a saint.

Although this possibility is extremely low, it is not impossible.

On the other side, Lin Qingying was also looking indifferently, not interested in the discussions around her, and did not participate.

She knows that everyone around her is her opponent, and her only companion is the sword in her hand.

Soon, after chatting, more than a dozen saints and saints left one after another. In the end, only five stayed here to watch.

These saints and saints were extremely eye-catching. As they left, many disciples in the audience noticed and started talking in low voices.

In front of the arena, the inner disciples who were waiting to prepare for the battle also noticed it and immediately felt a sense of contempt, but they knew that there was nothing they could do about it. The opponent was the Son of God and the Saint, who was much stronger than them.

However, a few people here had cold eyes.

Before long, the auditorium gradually became overcrowded, and the floating seats gradually became nearly full.

The preliminary selection for the Sword God Battle also begins at this moment.

There are two challenge rules for the preliminary round, one is a two-by-two duel, and the other is a main challenge. After ten rounds, you can directly advance to the top 100 and skip other subsequent competitions.

The defensive battle is prepared for those who are confident in their strength, and the two-by-two random duel gives other inner disciples a chance to learn from each other.

The three semi-saints sat in charge, and following the explanation of the rules of the sword god battle, they began to select people.

They gathered the disciples' badges of the contestants together and randomly distributed them in the void using rules.

The disciples who chose to defend the ring had already taken the lead in arriving at the middle ring.

In the old days, sword-god battles and defensive battles were often more eye-catching, and elites in the inner sect would choose this trouble-free method.

"Hey, the first person to take the stage in the battle is Mu Feng."

"He is also one of the best among the inner disciples. It is normal for him to choose to defend the ring this time."

"He asked me to refine the Dao Condensing Pill a few days ago. Qingfeng, you came to help me, remember?"

Zhao Yingzhen said to Li Hao.

Li Hao nodded, somewhat impressed.

"How about it, old rules, what do you want to bet on? I'll go first. The intermediate fire purifying pill can purify the erysipelas in the body. However, there will be a little erysipelas left in the body, but it's very small in comparison."

An old man said, with a smile on his face.

Shi Huajin smiled and said: "Okay, I will also accompany you with a medium-sized elixir called Zijin Dan. It can increase physical strength. One elixir can increase the strength by about 50,000 kilograms. It is only effective if you take three pills."

"I'm not familiar with him, so I'll give him a basic prescription." Lin Shanhai also joined in.

Everyone else also successively chose the recipe to bet on, and then began to select the number of rounds and odds to bet on.

Li Hao listened on the sidelines and found that they had formulated extremely detailed betting rules, which were somewhat similar to Texas Hold'em poker?

Gee, who said the ancients couldn't play? As long as you have enough time, don't spend too much time playing.

"Qingfeng, do you want to come and play?"

Zhao Yingzhen asked Li Hao.

Li Hao shook his head: "I don't understand this, so I won't accompany you."

"Go, go, don't drag Qingfeng into the water." Lin Shanhai said angrily.

It's not a good thing to get involved in this kind of thing.

Others didn't try to persuade him, so Li Hao took out the brushes and drawing board he had prepared from the space of heaven and earth and began to grind the ink.

To say that the one who gained the most from this battle, no one should be able to compare with him... Li Hao was very pleased with himself. When he was ready to master the ink, he set up a drawing board and began to trace the three half-saints.

Not knowing how much painting experience the existence of the semi-sacred realm could provide, Li Hao felt a little excited.

"Qingfeng, what are you doing?"

Shi Huajin noticed Li Hao's strange behavior and was a little surprised.

The other alchemists also looked over and were shocked by Li Hao's strange behavior.

Li Hao smiled and said, "It's a rare grand scene, so I'll draw it as a souvenir."

Lin Shanhai knew that Li Hao liked to paint Taoism, and his painting style was very profound. He smiled and said: "You can just paint, but don't disturb him. Qingfeng's paintings are outstanding."

"oh?"

Everyone else looked surprised, and immediately became interested, wanting to wait until Li Hao finished the painting to take a look.

Li Hao began to paint seriously.

The three half-saints stood together, and Li Hao was observing and painting at the same time. However, painting for a strong man was not easy. The reason why he had rich experience in painting was mainly because Li Hao needed to concentrate on observation, but as he learned more about the three semi-saints

Observation, one's own mental strength is also depleted, as if peering into a maze.

The semi-saint's aura was restrained and deep, giving him the feeling of difficulty in copying and depicting.

"Um?"

In the distance, the three half-saints noticed that they were being watched. They raised their eyes and glanced away. Their eyes suddenly fell on the floating seats and saw the young man setting up the drawing board.

Soon, they noticed that Li Hao was surrounded by alchemists.

"Whose disciple is that person? He dares to offend like this." The woman's eyebrows were mature and her eyes were deep and cold.

"It's not necessarily an offense. I took a look with my mind and saw that he was painting for us. He probably admires and admires him and wants to keep our paintings, and it seems that the paintings are not bad."

The burly middle-aged man looked calm and had a smile on his face.

"That's not someone's disciple. Recently, an alchemist with the ability to refine medicinal materials has appeared among the alchemists. It should be that young man. He is sitting with Lin Shanhai. I remember that he seems to be called Qingfeng Alchemist."

The old man glanced at it, then withdrew his gaze and said calmly.

"Alchemist Qingfeng?"

The woman's eyes moved slightly. She had obviously heard of this name. The coldness in her eyes dissipated a little. When she swept away her mind, she immediately discovered that her figure appeared on the other party's drawing board, and her appearance was extremely beautiful...

"Since there is no intention to offend, then forget it."

She relaxed her brows and said calmly.

The exchange between the three Half-Saints was not concealed. Lin Qingying and Bian Ruxue heard it. Lin Qingying raised her head and saw that Li Hao had really set up a drawing board and was actually tracing the Half-Saints. She couldn't help but feel speechless.

A little funny.

It has been almost a year since Li Hao came here. In the past year of getting along with him, she was completely familiar with him. Apart from painting and sculpture, she really didn't do anything else seriously.

Except for refining medicinal materials.

"Um?"

Bian Ruxue also raised her head and looked over. When she heard the word "painting", her heart moved inexplicably and she looked towards the floating mat.

The drawing board blocked her from seeing the man's face, but for some reason, the drawing board set up gave her a familiar feeling in her bones, and the blood in her body seemed to speed up a little in an instant.
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