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Chapter 946 Brawl
This elder is Elder Muse Muse who is in charge of the Xing Hall. He is fair and just and has a high prestige in the sect. It is perfect to have him preside over the sect.

After he finished reading out the relevant rules of this competition, he disappeared.

Then another woman emerged. She had a beautiful and elegant appearance and was wearing a light pink dress with long sleeves that trailed on the ground. She had gold rings on her wrists and a pendant hanging from her waist. It was exquisite and translucent, like a fairy descending to earth.

This woman is Elder Chang of Luoyue Peak. She is one of the ten most beautiful women in the world of immortal cultivation. Her appearance is unrivaled in the world. I wonder how many people fell in love with her in the past.

Of the ten great beauties of the past, all have either been reincarnated or found their own homes. It seems that the only one who is still alone is Fairy Chang.

It is said that she had a crush on someone back then and had thought about becoming a Taoist couple, but unfortunately, things did not go as she wished and in the end it was just a love disaster.

That's why this fairy hasn't appeared in decades, which seems to imply that she has cut off all feelings and love, and is even more aloof. Now, the new disciples have never seen this elder, and they are still pulling the people around them to wonder who this person is.

She opened her red lips slightly, and her voice was as sweet as a peerless piece of music.

"Because there are so many people participating in this competition, there are two stages. The first stage is the preliminary round. An elder from each of the eight peaks will set up numerous checkpoints. Each peak has eight spots. As for how the eight spots are selected from those who pass the checkpoints, the rules vary. For example, at the Southeast Formation Gate where I am in charge, whoever reaches the peak first will be considered the winner. Of course, you cannot fly and must follow the mountain path."

Then she tapped the jade chime lightly and spoke softly.

"Dear disciples, if you wish to participate in the competition, you may choose your own formation now!"

As the voice fell, many disciples who had already taken their seats turned into streams of light and entered the eight formation gates.

"Look, that's the new recruit Pengzhan."

"Isn't that his sworn enemy? It looks like he's determined to see who's the better of him."

……

Wang Shitong transformed into a streak of light and walked straight into the west gate. He saw a spacious valley under the Solitary Peak. On the east side stood more than a dozen towering trees that were so tall that several people would hug them. Their branches and leaves were spread out, and the green clouds were lush.

To the west was a vast expanse of land, all the dead branches and leaves on the ground had long been cleared away. A semicircular stone cliff, about thirty feet wide, was protruding from the mountain wall. It had been repaired very smoothly, and in the middle of it stood a three-legged incense burner, one meter high.

Behind the stone cliff is a three-story pavilion embedded in the mountain wall, with climbing vines and branches, protruding eaves, red pillars and black tiles. On one side of the palace, three waterfalls rush down from the mountain gap, and when they reach the valley, they merge into a crystal clear stream, winding forward, dividing the valley into two, like yin and yang.

But in just a moment, hundreds of streams of light fell, and there were also many flying boats and magic tools. There were probably three or four hundred people in total, and it seemed that almost everyone had arrived.

But then a child in white clothes, with a miniature figure and delicate appearance, who looked like a child, appeared. He wore a jade ring on each hand, one blue and one red. His tone of voice was indeed muffled, like that of an old man.

"Hehe, my sect doesn't have that many rules, and I'm too lazy to set up any checkpoints. Here, there is only one rule: the winner is the king, the loser is the enemy, and the sunset is the limit. You guys fight to the death, and whoever is still standing at the end will pass! But to prevent some people from coming late and taking advantage, my sect is closed!"

Just as he had finished speaking, there was a loud noise in the mountain stream, and a red flag flew out from the green mist. When the flag appeared, the formation gate closed immediately, blocking the way to the peak. The remaining disciples could no longer enter here.

This young man in white was Elder Xu Jing of Wumei Peak within the sect. Years ago, he'd injured his body in a duel, but he'd found a unique path, cultivating his Nascent Soul to a level as indistinguishable from his physical body. One must understand that after reaching the Nascent Soul stage, even if the body is damaged, the spirit remains intact. However, the Nascent Soul is fragile, and the mortal world is a sea of ​​suffering. The physical body is the raft and foundation upon which one crosses the world. Cultivating the Nascent Soul is but as good as enabling one to swim, but without this raft, one will sooner or later drown in the sea of ​​suffering.

Therefore, if most cultivators' physical bodies are damaged, they will choose to reverse the tribulation and practice again. However, this Elder Xu Jing refined his primordial spirit into a pure yang body, which shows how profound his cultivation is.

As the elder's words fell, the atmosphere throughout the Ximen Zhenmen suddenly became tense. The disciples stared at each other, their eyes gleaming with fighting spirit and vigilance. They knew this would be a brutal contest, and only the truly strong would stand until sunset.

Wang Shitong stood in the crowd with a determined look in his eyes. With a flash of brilliance, a flying sword was unsheathed.

Ding ding ding three times, he sneered.

"Sneak attack?"

It turned out that someone had just attacked him with a talisman. No one knew what method this person used, but there was no sound at all. If Wang Shitong had not cultivated a clear sword heart and sensed it, he would have suffered a great loss.

And this sound also seemed like a signal, marking the official start of the competition.

The disciples sprang into action, some drawing their swords, some casting spells, and some concealing themselves, seeking an opportunity. For a moment, the west gate was filled with the glow of various spells and the sound of sword energy.

"Brother Wang, you are well-known, so don't blame us for bullying the weak with our numbers!"

A spy's voice sounded, and it was a thin, pale man who said this.

At the same time, seven or eight other people with hostile auras walked towards Wang Shitong.

Wang Shitong was not surprised but happy. The Dangyun Sword vibrated continuously and he sneered.

"Sneak attacks, using numbers to bully the few, whatever tricks you have, just use them! Let me see what you are capable of!"

With a loud shout, Wang Shitong jumped up, and the Dangyun Sword turned into nine, no more, no less, and actually took the initiative to attack, and it was a real one against nine!

Under Elder Xu Jing's rules, the stronger you are, the greater your advantage is not the case. Such rules actually test comprehensive abilities and various strategies of forming alliances and making coalitions.

Of course, Wang Shitong was not unaware of this, he just had absolute confidence. Even if all these people were put together, he would never retreat even a single step. This was his swordsmanship!
As the battle intensified, the fighting between the disciples became more and more intense. Some disciples relied on their strong strength to overcome all obstacles, while others relied on sophisticated tactics and strategies to cleverly avoid powerful enemies.

Wang Shitong is extremely arrogant. He fights one against nine people and displays his exquisite swordsmanship to the fullest. He has become the most dazzling presence on the battlefield of Ximen.

Elder Xu Jing sat upright on the clouds, with his feet cocked, not wearing any shoes or socks. He moved his fingers like crystal grapes around, looking at the chaos below, and he just smiled.

"Very good, very good..."

(End of this chapter)