Chapter 347: First Victory

Lin Mu opened his eyes, and a hint of joy flashed in his eyes.

Qi Refining Level 6!

After six days, he was extremely satisfied with reaching the Qi Refining Level 6.

He stood up and put away the cushion. Lin Mu's mind moved, and his figure suddenly appeared in the quiet room. He stretched out his hand and pulled, and the stone door opened with a bang.

After walking out of the quiet room, Lin Mu walked out of the cave. When he reached the cave entrance, Lin Mu pinched his hands and cast two spells. The white mist in front of the cave suddenly surged and rolled endlessly. Luo Yan and others who were waiting in front of the cave saw the surging white mist, and their faces were all happy.

Yin Xin smiled, and then waved his hand, the restriction disappeared immediately, the white mist dissipated, and Lin Mu slowly walked out of the cave.

As soon as they saw Lin Mu, they were shocked by Lin Mu's current cultivation, and their faces were inexplicably surprised.

After Luo Yan was initially surprised, he was relieved and smiled: "In a few days, your cultivation has soared to the sixth level of Qi Refining. It's really unexpected."

Lin Mu smiled and said: "It's all thanks to the amazing effect of the thousand-year spiritual milk. In addition, my realm is still there. This time, I am familiar with the practice and the speed is naturally much faster than before."

Fen Ning smiled and said: "Your cultivation has recovered a little. Now you won't be as stretched as you imagined when participating in the competition. But if you want to defeat your opponent with ease, it's still difficult."

Yin Xin said lightly: "Your current cultivation is only the sixth level of Qi Refining. Let alone performing two consecutive sword skills, even if you perform sword skills, the power is not as sharp as others' forced sword skills."

Lin Mu nodded lightly: "Disciple understands."

His current cultivation is only the sixth level of Qi Refining. Even if he takes the thousand-year spiritual milk, every time he performs sword skills, it is only the sixth level of Qi Refining. Although he can repeatedly perform this weakened sword skill, a forced sword skill or real sword skill from others is enough to defeat his sword skill!

The prospect is still not optimistic!

"Brother Lin Mu can at least fight, I have lost my fighting power." A voice sounded faintly.

Lin Mu turned around and looked, and the person who spoke was one of the two elders of Nongyanmen who came with Fen Ning this time.

Fu Jing!

Before he could speak, Fen Ning's face also flashed a trace of sadness: "This competition is indeed extremely tragic. Two of my Nongyanmen's elders at the peak of the Spiritual Silence period participated in the competition. One unfortunately died, and only Elder Fu Jing was left. He was also seriously injured. It is very difficult to recover without several months. Although he was lucky enough to enter the top 100, he was not in the top three."

In the competition, luck is also important. Many late-stage spiritual silence cultivators were lucky enough to enter the top 100. His two elders of Nongyanmen both returned in defeat. It was really bad luck and bad luck.

Lin Mu looked at Fu Jing behind Fen Ning, and his heart couldn't help but feel cold.

A cultivator at the peak of the Spiritual Silence Stage was only lucky enough to enter the top 100, but he was seriously injured and lost his fighting power. His current cultivation level is only the sixth level of Qi Refining. How far can he go in this competition with so many strong opponents?

He must not be seriously injured in every battle. Otherwise, even if he wins, he will not be able to fight in the next competition.

For him now, every battle will be extremely difficult.

If you want to defeat every opponent without any damage, it is really difficult to climb to the sky.

"Everything depends on human effort." Yin Xin said: "You just work hard, if you lose unfortunately, it doesn't matter."

Lin Mu nodded lightly, but his belief in his heart was still persistent.

First, he must win!

"If you delay for a moment, the competition will probably start." Luo Yan suddenly reminded.

Yin Xin nodded lightly: "Let's go now."

He moved and flew towards Wuling Peak.

He attached great importance to this competition, and he would personally watch the whole competition.

First, he wanted to find potential cultivators and recruit them as his disciples. Second, and most importantly, he wanted to keep an eye on Lin Mu at all times. He was really afraid that someone would risk their lives and kill Lin Mu. Now, Lin Mu was his only hope.

With a flash of sword light, Lin Mu summoned the Xuanjin Sword, and the group immediately followed Yinxin and flew to Wuling Peak.

Wuling Peak, the square in front of the Wushuang Hall was already crowded with people.

Although there were only a hundred people left in the competition, and most of the cultivators had been eliminated, the competition had officially entered the most exciting part, and no one wanted to miss it.

Amidst the roar of the mountains and the sea, Lin Mu landed in front of the Wushuang Hall with Yinxin.

Wushuang Zhenren and the heads of the ten major sects had already arrived.

As soon as Yin Xin landed, Wushuang Zhenren didn't exchange pleasantries and said straight to the point: "The competition has been going on until now, and the real elites have not been selected, so the elimination system is still adopted. Hundreds of cultivators will compete against each other until a group of elites are selected."

Yin Xin nodded slightly: "You arrange it."

Lin Mu felt a little strange. According to Wushuang Zhenren, this competition doesn't seem to be simple. Now it is an elimination system. If you fail, you will be eliminated immediately. I don't know what the rules will be later.

Wushuang Zhenren was not polite and announced loudly: "Today, the competition will enter the most exciting elimination round. The rules of the elimination round are extremely simple. It is decided by drawing lots. The opponents are all random. None of the ten major sects will intervene. Whether you can advance depends on your strength and luck."

Lin Mu couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

"Next, you will go and draw your own number cards." Wushuang Zhenren said: "The cultivator who draws number card one will play against the cultivator who draws number card fifty-one, the cultivator who draws number card two will play against the cultivator who draws number card fifty-two, and so on."

As soon as Wushuang Zhenren finished speaking, an elder of Wushuang Jianmen came forward with a purple wooden box and placed it on a square table.

"Go forward and draw lots." Luo Yan hurriedly reminded the dazed Lin Mu.

Lin Mu came back to his senses in an instant, and hurriedly went forward with Fu Jing to draw lots.

After dozens of disciples in front of him finished drawing, it was Lin Mu's turn, and Lin Mu walked towards the square table.

At this time, dozens of sharp eyes immediately looked at him.

Lin Mu suddenly became alert and had a bad premonition in his heart.

Every look at him was like a wolf and a tiger, with light flashing in his eyes, and extremely hungry.

This hunger made Lin Mu feel cold all over.

He has been targeted!

Especially the cultivators of the Wanjian Sect and Yuling Sect, the two major sects, all stared at him fiercely, with a covetous look.

Lin Mu had deep grievances with these two sects, and he knew what these people were thinking.

But he had no way out.

Standing in front of the square table, Lin Mu quietly released his spiritual sense to check the red sandalwood box in front of him. Then, he was surprised to find that his spiritual sense was completely blocked outside and could not enter it. Obviously, a master had set up a ban in advance, and even his Jindan stage spiritual sense could not break into it.

Lin Mu was delighted.

Wushuang Zhenren did this, and he must really want to hold a fair competition, which depends on the luck and strength of each cultivator.

This is exactly what he wants. He doesn't want to take advantage of others, but he also doesn't want to be played like a fool.

Exhaling deeply, Lin Mu did not hesitate. Under the hot eyes of everyone, he reached out and took out a purple wooden number plate and walked back to Yinxin's place.

He drew the number three plate.

Luo Yun stood behind Shi Weihan, holding his number card tightly in his hand, his face struggling.

Fu Jing followed Lin Mu and also stepped forward to draw his number card. He was also quick and decisive, and took out a purple wooden number card.

He could not participate in the following competition, and drawing a number card was just to make up the number!

At this time, Wushuang Zhenren in front of the hall suddenly spoke: "Everyone keep your number card and don't reveal it casually. No one is allowed to exchange number cards. Once I find out, both of them will be disqualified from the competition, and the corresponding opponent will be promoted directly!"

As soon as these words came out, the cultivators below who had other thoughts immediately became much quieter and completely restrained.

Wushuang Zhenren is a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage, with a spiritual consciousness that is everywhere, and no one dares to act rashly.

The people of Wanjian Sect and Yuling Sect also put away their own thoughts and waited for the result of the draw.

The one hundred cultivators soon finished drawing, and everyone had a number card in their hands.

At this time, Wushuang Zhenren announced: "Those who draw number plates from one to ten, take your number plates and go to the high platform to participate in the competition. Those who draw numbers from fifty to sixty, go find your opponents. There are fifty competitions today, divided into five rounds, and ten people will be eliminated each time until the top fifty are selected!"

As soon as the voice fell, Lin Mu hurriedly took his number plate number three and flew to the high platform number three.

As soon as Lin Mu stood on the high platform number three, the reactions of the crowd below were suddenly very different.

The Wanjian Sect and the Yuling Sect both looked regretful and regretful.

The other cultivators, however, looked fortunate, knowing that until now, they were still deeply afraid of Lin Mu's strength. There is no one in the Tianxiao Realm who can improve his cultivation to the sixth level of Qi Refining within three days, and there is only Lin Mu.

No one is sure to win against this person who is full of miracles, even if he is only at the sixth level of Qi Refining now!

Luo Yun looked at Lin Mu, suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and slowly spread out his right hand, with sweat all over his palm.

In his hand was the number 78.

On the ten platforms, the cultivators came up one after another, facing their respective opponents, some were happy and some were worried.

At this time, a figure flew to the No. 3 platform.

Lin Mu glanced at the person flying over, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face.

Fu Jing's sword flashed, and he landed.

He held his number plate and shook it towards Lin Mu.

Lin Mu clearly saw that he was number 53.

What a coincidence!

With a flash of light and shadow, a Jindan cultivator suddenly appeared on the platform.

It was the verdict of this competition.

The Jindan cultivator glanced at Lin Mu and Fu Jing, and said: "I am Ju Bin, please give me your number plates."

Lin Mu and Fu Jing hurriedly handed over their number plates. Ju Bin took a look at the two number plates, confirmed that they were correct, and said: "The number plates are correct. Now, the competition officially begins!" With a flash of his figure, he had already flown into the air.

Lin Mu and Fu Jing stood there, but did not move.

On the other nine platforms, the competition was already going on intensely.

Swords flashed, and the fierce fight began!

Lin Mu was calm and relaxed, chatting with Fu Jing.

"The sun is nice today!" Lin Mu looked up and squinted at the sky.

"It would be even better if there were two white clouds." Fu Jing said seriously.

As they were talking, two white clouds actually floated over.

The two smiled at each other.

On the third high platform, the competition had not started yet, and the people below could not wait any longer.

The cultivators shouted loudly: "Fight, fight quickly!"

"Start quickly, don't dawdle!"

The urging was endless.

Many people wanted to see Lin Mu lose and make a fool of himself.

But at this time, Fu Jing smiled at Lin Mu: "I am injured and cannot stand for long. I will go down first."

Lin Mu smiled and nodded.

Fu Jing's sword flashed, and he floated down the high platform.

There were bursts of exclamations from the crowd.