Chapter 1993 Trials

Latest website: The other disciples of Kongyun Temple don’t understand this newly joined elder Ke Qing.

Isn't he just a Taoist saint? Why did he become an elder?

And the seniority is not lower than the head?

However, after learning that Jiang Cheng was here to take part in the fight, they immediately understood.

He even cast a sympathetic look at Brother Cheng.

After doing it for a long time, I was a fool.

This kind of task of sending someone to die is something that others avoid, yet you rush here to deliver it.

Is this too long-lived?

After Jiang Cheng settled in, another internal trial was held here soon.

After all, the number of places allocated to Kongyun Palace is three, and two more Taoist saints have to be selected.

Before the trials started, the leader Yun Xiang gave a pre-game encouragement to the 45 Taoist saints present.

"It is the honor of our Kongyun Palace to represent Chang Luzhou in the battle!"

"And the Taoist saint who can represent Kongyun Palace in battle will always be engraved in the history of the sect. Regardless of success or failure, everyone will be proud of it in the future!"

As he said this, he was actually cursing in his heart.

As the leader, who would want his disciples to die?

But there is no way. If we don't send people, then the top local sects will destroy Kongyun Palace in advance without waiting for Cangmen Palace to come to preach.

"I hope everyone will try their best and strive to be the first!"

"Don't hold anything back, lest everyone laugh at you."

Listening to his impassioned speech, the 45 Taoist saints below were all secretly pouting. Do you think we are as stupid as that kid?

Just fool around, get some chicken blood, and rush to die screaming?

They have all made up their minds to do their best in the next trials and strive to be at the bottom.

So as not to be chosen accidentally.

However, Yun Xiang, the smiling tiger, is not easy to get along with.

He could see through the thoughts of these Taoist saints at a glance.

"In this selection, the last two Taoist saints will represent Kongyun Temple in the fighting showdown."

What?

The expressions of everyone below changed.

Still carrying something like this?

Brother Cheng, who was sitting next to Yun Xiang, also had a look of astonishment on his face and almost spit out a mouthful of water.

Xin said that I have seen so many selections and competitions, and this is the first time I have seen someone specifically selected from the bottom.

creative!

However, Yun Xiang's decision is still very meaningful.

The Taoist saints who were still thinking about how to defeat them immediately seemed to be blessed by the hot-blooded BUFF, and their fighting spirit became clear.

The selection competition is divided into three rounds, which can be regarded as a simulated fighting process.

The first round is a comparison of immortal power control, the second round is a comparison of origin affinity, and the third round is a comparison of combat effectiveness.

In the first round of the competition, both sides used their magical power to control the Yuan-avoiding Ink Beads in the field, performing various exquisite operations and knocking the opponent's Yuan-avoiding Ink Beads out of the field.

This seems like child's play.

It's actually not easy.

The Yuan-avoiding ink beads have a special texture and cannot be infused with immortal power. They are also extremely heavy.

One as big as a grain of rice weighs more than an ordinary star.

If that's the case, then that's all. Any venerable person who uses his immortal power to wrap it around the outside can still easily lift it up.

The problem-avoiding ink bead itself cannot withstand strong impacts. If the fairy power surrounding it fluctuates slightly, it will shatter on the spot.

Therefore, this game-like competition really tests the ability to accurately control the immortal power.

Small beads shuttled back and forth in the competition space, while Brother Cheng watched happily from the side.

It’s like getting familiar with the rules of the competition in advance.

"This competition is divided into three rounds. If we win the first two rounds, doesn't it mean we don't need to compete in the third round?"

After hearing his question, Yun Xiang and the two Taoist gods silently complained.

Win the first two rounds?

You are really worrying too much about this problem. It won’t happen at all, okay?

"That's not the case. The most important thing is the third round."

The friendly smile appeared on the face of the head of the Smiling Tiger again.

"But if we can win the first two rounds, we will indeed have an advantage."

"Oh? What do you say?"

"This competition is scored. In the first two rounds, you will get two points for winning each round, a total of four points."

"As for the third round, it's a fifteen versus fifteen group fight."

"How many points you can score in this round depends on how many people are left on the field from the winning side."

When he said this, Jiang Cheng understood immediately.

The team that loses the team battle, whether killed or eliminated, will definitely have its number reduced to zero.

And the winning side will often have attrition.

The team that wins in the end will get one point if there is only one person left, and three points if there are three people left.

As long as there are more than five people left, we can overtake and reverse the lagging situation in the first two rounds.

In theory, a maximum of fifteen points can be scored in the final round.

"It turns out that this is the rule, then I am completely relieved."

Brother Cheng was originally worried that his pig teammates would affect his victory. Now it seems that it doesn't matter if others are eliminated. As long as he is still standing on the court, he will win.

"By the way, how about we discuss it."

"What to discuss?"

"Isn't this competition divided into three rounds? You will pay the rewards agreed before in batches. If I win one round, you will pay me one-third."

Looking at his serious expression, Yun Xiang really tried hard to resist the desire to complain.

The duel hasn't even begun yet. Where does your self-confidence of winning come from?

It sounds like it is as simple as eating and drinking, which is really a big mistake.

"Okay, no problem."

You will lose in the first round anyway.

"Not bad, then I'll be relieved."

Brother Cheng actually knew very well that Kongyundian couldn't afford the price he offered.

He proposed to pay in installments, just hoping that during the duel, other sects present could help Kongyundian make up the money.

The selection competition below was in full swing for a day.

The last round was a one-on-one battle, and it wasn't as cruel as a real fighting showdown. It was basically a one-on-one battle.

The two ‘unlucky guys’ at the bottom were also selected.

Under the leadership of Taoist Yun Xiang, the three 'contestants' headed towards the Qingxiao Holy Land, the largest sect in Changluzhou.

Along the way, the other two Taoist saints were mourning their heirs, as if they were heading to the guillotine.

For them, the first two rounds were okay, but if they lose, they lose.

In the third round of group fighting, the risk factor is too high.

"If your token is taken away in the third round, you will be eliminated and sent off. At worst, we will hand over the token on our own initiative."

"If you admit defeat, you can probably save your life, right?"

"I'm afraid they are bloodthirsty..."

"After we lost the first two rounds, the opponent won't be so cruel in the third round, right?"

"snort!"

Taoist Yun Xiang sneered, "You two had better not do that."

"If you take the initiative to admit defeat and be seen, it will bring shame to the whole Chang Luzhou. I won't mind then, and the great power of Qingxiao Holy Land will not let you go."

Although defeat is inevitable, this cutscene cannot be too outrageous.

He looked at Jiang Cheng with eyes filled with relief, and suddenly felt that this boy's blind confidence was at least much better than the timidity of others.