Lu Yaoyao's current generation, as discussed by the peak masters and elders, has many talented disciples.

In the past, one or two new disciples in each session were promoted to the 500th rank in the sect competition, which was already considered outstanding.

Wen Zixing's ranking has now improved by more than 700 places. It's just that the rankings achieved by the new disciples this time are much better than Wen Zixing's, so they feel that they are ordinary.

Among the new disciples in this class, Lu Yaoyao ranked among the top 200, You Huahai ranked over 500, Du Qianshan, Chao Muxue and two others ranked among the 800 and 900.

Some inner disciples had to sigh secretly, these new junior brothers and sisters are simply too cruel!

A sense of urgency also arises in our hearts, and we secretly decide to practice harder. We have been practicing for ten or even decades, but to be defeated by junior brothers and sisters who have only practiced for a few years is embarrassing.

"Forget it, never mind." Wen Zixing waved his hands and said, "I didn't have the chance to go to the little secret realm this time. Next time, and the next time, I will definitely be able to go in one day."

‌We still have a hundred years to qualify for this quota. If we don’t ‌ this time, we will definitely be able to wait until later.

Wen Zixing competed in several games, with some winning and losing, so his ranking should be around 1,300.

The strength of the disciples before and after each ranking is very tight, and the further you go, the harder it is to move up the rankings.

Wen Zixing's challenges to the top ten and fifteen ended in defeat, and he knew that it would be difficult for him to move forward. However, he was not depressed, and he happily invited others to compete. Of course, he would also be challenged.

Every disciple will not let go of this opportunity and can freely discuss and communicate with fellow disciples. Even if there is no reward, it cannot stop the enthusiasm of the disciples.

Wen Zixing has benefited a lot from playing with different disciples. It is estimated that he will be able to advance to the realm of cultivation in a short time.

"Hmm, there must be a chance."

Lu Yaoyao also hoped that they could challenge the top 100 at the beginning. When the competition really started, after seeing such a arena and understanding the strength of most of the disciples, she knew that her idea was too great.

Innocent.

There is a huge gap in strength between the disciples ranked in the top 500 and the disciples ranked below. Taking on the challenge of leapfrogging is undoubtedly a step to the moon.

Just among the top 100, there are quite a few who have cultivated in the Golden Core Stage and the Tribulation Stage.

Of course, some disciples are over a hundred years old and will be excluded from entering the small secret realm, but they will receive a lot of reward resources.

Lu Yaoyao went to Shizhu to check the rankings. At first glance, the top two hundred names all looked familiar.

Lu Yaoyao basically knew all her senior brothers and direct disciples from various peaks.

Lu Yaoyao also watched the top 100 disciples challenge when they had free time, and also watched the performance of the senior brothers in the ring.

Don't look at the eldest brother, the ten thousand year old otaku, who is extremely powerful and ranked third, the second senior brother is in the 18th place, and the third senior brother and the younger senior brother are also within fifty.

When Lu Yaoyao saw these rankings, her heart skipped a beat. She felt that she might not be able to challenge for the first place, and maybe she wouldn't even be able to get the second place.

If she hadn't been banned from cultivating, she might still be able to fight.

Lu Yaoyao touched her wrist and thought that it would be great if her father were here. He could unlock her restrictions and let her compete for the first place. That would be great!

No matter how many times she cried out in her heart, Lu Yaoyao knew that her father was still in the demon world and would definitely not come over.

If she wanted to come, she should have come long after she wrote to her father.

It's been four days since the competition and I still haven't seen my dad show up.

No matter what, Lu Yaoyao still challenged for second place.

As soon as the message about her challenging for second place appeared on the stone pillar, it was seen by the disciples, and they couldn't help but talk about it.

"Junior sister Yaoyao actually wants to challenge for second place!"

"Uncle Lu actually challenged for second place?!"

"Is this possible?" Some people wondered, "Junior sister Yaoyao is indeed very powerful, but she is still so young..."

"It's okay, isn't Junior Sister Yaoyao at the golden elixir level at the age of eighteen?"

"But wasn't it banned by Your Majesty?"

Moreover, a person's true strength depends not only on his cultivation, but also on his experience, actual combat experience and his natal magic weapon.

Of course, there is another story about being so powerful that it is unmatched.

For example, if a monk with the same level of cultivation is compared with a novice in actual combat and an experienced one in actual combat, the experienced one will naturally have a greater chance of winning.

In terms of overall strength, everyone felt that Lu Yaoyao was temporarily unable to compare with his senior brother who had gone through countless hardships.

Lu Yaoyao is now in the 200th place. We feel that there is still a chance to win the 100th place, but the gap in the second place is really too big.

However, some disciples are blindly confident, "Your Majesty has personally taught Uncle Yaoyao, so he will definitely succeed in the challenge."

Everyone in the Guiyuan Sect knows that Lu Yaoyao is the only person after Lu Junyang who can go to the Lord at any time. It is even said that the favor she received from the Lord is even greater than that of Lu Junyang.

It is said that she has a teleportation jade pendant in her hand that allows her to teleport to Dongjiu Peak at any time.

The disciples talked a lot, and everyone unanimously decided to go and watch the game.

Lu Yaoyao naturally didn't know.

When it was time for her to compete, she noticed the crowds of spectators outside the ring, and even the disciples who continued to arrive. She was confused for a while, why were there so many more spectators than before?

After thinking about it, it doesn't seem strange that the higher the rankings are in the ring competition, the more excited the audience will be.

Ranking second is Yu Zining, the direct disciple of the master of the Twelve North Peaks.

She is a sword cultivator, her whole body is as cold as a sword, and her aura is overwhelming. Her appearance can only be regarded as average among the handsome men and beauties in the world of cultivation. The most outstanding thing is her cold and pure temperament.

‌When people first saw this person, they were attracted by his cold and sharp temperament and had no time to pay attention to the other person's appearance.

If Sang Yunsi, the most beautiful woman in the world of cultivation, stood in front of Yu Zining, her so-called cold temperament would be compared to scum.

Lu Yaoyao was very fond of Senior Sister Yu Zining as soon as she met her. She reminded her of her father.

Her father is also a sword cultivator. Lu Yaoyao feels that it is easy to distinguish sword cultivators from other cultivators. Sword cultivators all have a certain trait. This trait is common to sword cultivators and is unique to sword cultivators.

Lu Yaoyao had met many sword cultivators, but only Yu Zining made her feel the sword intent that was very similar to her father's.

Yu Zining stood on the ring, his clothes moving freely in the wind, as if he could hear the clanging sound of the sword striking in his ears.

Lu Yaoyao's kind smile gradually faded away, her little face became serious, and the small wooden sword she held tightly shook restlessly as if she was encountering a well-matched opponent.

Lu Yaoyao's weapon is a small wooden sword. It is not the small sword tailor-made for her by the sect before. It is a birthday gift made by her father. It is made from ten thousand years of lightning struck wood. The sword body is full of lines and is prosperous.

Smoothness is the inscription of attack and defense.

Lu Yaoyao is now no longer the novice she once was who didn't understand anything and only thought it was a simple little wooden sword toy. She knows that this small wooden sword is a magic weapon, not even worse than a sword cultivator's natal sword.

Yu Zining has sacrificed and refined his natal magic weapon, named Ningshuang. The sword looks ordinary, but in fact it is anything but ordinary.

Lu Yaoyao showed the greatest respect to his opponent by using this small wooden sword.

Sure enough, when Yu Zining saw Lu Yaoyao's small wooden sword, she didn't feel slighted or insulted. Her cold eyes ignited with fighting intent, like flames burning on ice.

However, some viewers were very surprised when they saw Lu Yaoyao holding a small wooden sword that looked like a toy.

"Junior sister Yaoyao knew she was going to lose, so she acted like this?" So she took a small wooden sword that looked like a toy?

"Shut up! Look clearly before you speak."

There were quite a few people present who were very discerning. After a quick glance, they recognized that this was a small wooden sword made from lightning struck wood. The inscriptions on it made the small wooden sword even more powerful.

Even in front of Yu Zining's natal sword, he is not inferior in the slightest.

Lu Yaoyao and Yu Zining saluted each other, and then Yu Zining looked solemn and said, "Please!"

Lu Yaoyao immediately raised his sword and flew over. The two figures, one large and one small, quickly turned into shadows. Most of the disciples could not see their movements clearly, and it was even difficult to catch them. Only the monks with advanced cultivation could see them clearly.

Chu.

Lu Yaoyao's sword was so fast that she followed her instincts without any scruples and let go of the sword completely.

She even felt like she had met her opponent in chess. In terms of cultivation and actual combat, she was no match for Senior Sister Yu. She was suppressed and beaten from the beginning.

Lu Yaoyao's eyes were bright and hot, and he was even more excited. The progress was visible to the naked eye as you came and went.

Yu Zining did not regard her as a child, but truly as an opponent.

The entire arena was filled with sword intent, and Lu Yaoyao was in the middle of it, and his whole person was filled with awe-inspiring fighting spirit.

This was the hardest and most serious time Lu Yaoyao played.

She almost fell off the ring several times, which was so scary and dangerous.

After all, Lu Yaoyao had been trained by Demon Lord and Tao Lord for ten years. Even if she was only in the late stage of Foundation Establishment, she would not fall short so quickly against Yu Zining, who had already understood the meaning of the sword in the middle stage of Golden Core.

After all, she still has the foundation of the golden elixir stage.

The onlookers watched intently, holding their breath unconsciously, and their blood boiled with excitement.

Yu Zining is the most powerful disciple besides Lu Junyang. He is less than two hundred years old and can already stand alone.

It must be said that Lu Yaoyao was able to persist for so long with Yu Zining's full strength. It was really amazing.

Unknowingly, two hours passed. The disciples present remained motionless and stared at the arena, not feeling the passage of time at all.

Naturally, they didn't notice that there was a person standing on the eaves of the high hall in the square. His bright red clothes were moving in the wind, and his dark hair was fluttering.

‌A pair of slightly upward peach blossom eyes, looking ahead casually, with a smile on the corners of his lips.

The Taixu Mirror passed by the eaves, but no "person" was found on it. Only Yao Jiuxiao noticed the arrival of Demon Lord Lu Qingyu.

Lu Qingyu seemed to be aware of the ubiquitous spiritual consciousness. He raised his eyelids with a faint expression and glanced back casually.
To be continued...