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"Seems like this Floating Dust really does have the ability to act arrogant." Zhou Wen saw everything, and he seemed to have comprehended something. Qi Xing led the horse around Dragon Lake City for a long time before finally finding an inn that wasn't full yet. The two of them arrived a bit late, and almost all of the rooms were rented by martial artists.

Clear Sky Sword Sect? It sounded very familiar. Qi Xing whispered as he walked into the room and started cultivating.

There were still a few days until the official start of the Elite Ranking, and Dragon Lake City was already packed with people. All they saw were martial artists. There were those who came to watch the battle, and there were also those who came to participate. No matter what, Dragon Lake City was currently bustling with noise and excitement. There were still many youths who were rushing towards Dragon Lake City.

"Young master, do you really plan to go to this so-called elite list?" A youth within Dragon Lake City still had a childish attitude as he asked doubtfully. In front of him was a youth that only gave him a view of his back.

"Naturally, this young master is only very curious about how big of a difference there is between the so-called 'elite rankings' and the 'genius rankings'." The young man said with interest.

"But Young Lord, with your strength, you're completely going to participate in the competition for the Genius Ranking. Why fight over this useless Elite Ranking?"

"Hur hur, fun." The youth's words caused everyone to be startled, as they didn't understand the youth's intention. The youth who could not understand left.

Time always seemed especially long when others were waiting, always quietly disappearing when others were not paying attention.

Under the anticipation of tens of thousands of people, the elite rankings finally arrived! Nearly a hundred thousand martial artists surrounded them in a black mass, as if they wanted to crush the entire sky. That aura was enough to cause the world to change color.

On the east side of Dragon Lake City, an incomparably spacious platform was constructed. Behind the platform, a tall platform also rose up from the ground.

Dong, dong, dong ? Three consecutive bell sounds rang out from the depths of Dragon Lake City. All of the martial practitioners in the city were instantly stirred up! The crowd surged. Nearly a hundred thousand martial artists instantly boiled over!

Bang! A black shadow instantly descended from the high platform! A domineering aura, dressed in black, swept towards the newcomer the instant he landed on the ground. The momentum of a peak eighth level martial artist shot into the heavens. No one could stop him! Buddha, Dragon Lake City's City Lord!

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Several loud sounds rang out as black figures appeared on the stage like guests from out of nowhere. Every single one of their auras was incomparably powerful! They were obviously an existence that couldn't be ignored in Dragon Lake City.

"It is my honor and luck to be able to host this year's Elite Leaderboard. I hope that everyone can display their full strength and become famous!" The flames of passion burned in the hearts of the nearly one hundred thousand practitioners who had heard the simple words of the Buddha. Most of these martial artists had come to watch the show, and only a very small number of people had actually participated. After all, there was a limit to the participants' strength as well as their age.

"The sect disciples participating in the Large Competition are now invited to stand to the left, while the rogue cultivators are to the right." With a 'boom', the martial artists began to move. Thousands of martial artists began to surge. Qi Xing was a rogue cultivator and quickly stood to the right. Only fifty people from each sect could participate. There were a total of twenty sects in the Wenjian Region, and there were a total of a thousand disciples that could participate. Qi Xing roughly estimated the number of martial artists participating in this competition to be over 2000 people. It seemed like there were a lot of them. But, the number of these martial artists was less than a thousandth of the average martial artist's! From this, one could see the difference in quality between rogue cultivators and sects! For a martial artist of the same level, a wandering martial artist was at least 10 times more difficult to advance than a martial artist of the same level. And the further one went, the greater the difference would be!

However, regardless of the level of the martial artists, all of the martial artists wanted to make it to the elite rankings. He might not be able to make it into the top ten, but this was a chance for him to become famous. Even if he had long knowledge, it would still be good. The sect disciples looked at the martial artist with disdain.

Before long, before Qi Xing could wait for long, a hale and hale old man jumped in front of the crowd. The old man had withdrawn all of his aura. He looked like an ordinary old man, but an invisible pressure was being unconsciously emitted from his body, causing the group of rogue cultivators to not dare to slight him. Standing on one of the arenas, he coughed twice, "There are eighteen arenas in front of you. I believe you all have all seen them. When the time comes, you will compete in the nine rings behind me. "The competition requires that as long as you don't kill anyone, you can rely on your own methods!"

"Before you begin, this old man will explain in advance. In the end, all warriors below the fourth heaven shall not participate, in order to avoid ridicule. " The old man reminded him. In fact, the minimum requirement for participating in the Large Competition was to be a fourth heaven realm cultivator! However, there were some people who thought highly of themselves. To think that they would be able to participate in the Large Competition despite being at the third heaven. They truly did not know their place. However, this didn't exclude the fact that true monstrous geniuses were rare only once in a thousand years. Therefore, the requirement would be slightly lowered to three levels.

Since he had already reached such a state, there was no reason for him to retreat.

"Very good, since no one is leaving. "Then let the competition begin, and announce the rules!" The old man paused for a moment, "The first round!" We shall now begin the drawing of lots. "

Just as he finished his sentence, a huge bronze cauldron suddenly flew out from beneath the stage! Soon after, countless bamboo sticks fell from the distance. All of these preparations had been made long ago. As for why it happened to be the same as the number of people present, the Large Competition had already been held more than once.

"There are 2,430 bamboo sticks inside, one for each person. From the very beginning, the number of each person will be counted from the first to the last round. The final two numbers will be yours." "Once you're done, go to your own arena and wait. Someone will be there to discuss some matters with you guys."

As soon as the old man finished speaking, a young martial artist arrived in front of the giant bronze cauldron. The giant cauldron was one head taller than the young man. Several bamboo sticks flew out from the giant cauldron. Taking advantage of the opportunity, the youth gently leaped up and grabbed one of them. Then, he landed on the ground without making a sound. He looked at the bamboo stick as it flew into the cauldron.

Following closely was a female cultivator. With a wave of her delicate hand, several bamboo sticks immediately flew out from the giant cauldron. The long ribbon in her hands suddenly shot out, rolled up a bamboo stick and left without even looking at it. Everyone was consciously drawing lots one by one. Although the time of over two thousand people wasn't very long, it was still a very troublesome task.

After a long while, it was finally Qi Xing's turn. Qi Xing arrived in front of the huge cauldron, throwing out a palm strike onto the huge cauldron. A bamboo stick shot out like an arrow. Qi Xing stretched out two fingers and caught the bamboo stick that was flying out. He looked at it and saw that Qi Xing didn't turn around to leave.

Following closely behind him was Zhou Wen. His light palm just happened to hit the spot where Qi Xing had hit. Zhou Wen's expression changed. Whoosh! Countless bamboo sticks flew out one after another from the giant cauldron. Zhou Wen shook his hands. He didn't even receive a bamboo stick. In the blink of an eye, everyone's eyes turned to Zhou Wen. If a person couldn't even control the number of bamboo sticks he had, then he was far too lacking. However, only Zhou Wen knew what it felt like. He thought to himself, "Qi Xing is abnormal, the power of the Mysterious Yin energy of Qi Xing is too strong now." Just now, he had felt as if he had touched an ice wall, an ice wall whose sharpness had even revealed itself! Ignoring everyone's gazes, Zhou Wenzhong drew a new lot and left.

"Qi Xing, what number is yours?" Zhou Wen asked Qi Xing.

"1304," said Qi Xing as he walked towards Ring One.

Zhou Wen let out a sigh of relief. If he was on the same stage as Qi Xing, he would cry.

Bored by waiting, Qi Xing didn't miss this opportunity to train. He found an empty space and started to cultivate the Black Yin energy. From time to time, someone would come up to them and talk, but when they saw Qi Xing's icy tone and ice-cold eyes, they all tactfully stopped asking for trouble. None of those who could participate in the Large Competition were simple trash. Although they were usually proud and arrogant, at a time like this, only preserving their strength was the key to victory. Of course, if you're strong enough to ignore others, then that's another story.