C34 Top 500

In this year's disciple recruitment assessment, of course all the new disciples, including Lu Qingfeng and the other thirty Successor Disciples, saw this scene and were shocked to the point that their mouths gaped open.

An old elite disciple of the Sunset Peak came to Lu Qingfeng's side and said, "Senior brother Lu, this is the most precious treasure of my Greencloud Sword Sect, the Green Cloud Divine Hall. The legend says that it was left behind by our founder, Qing Yun. Look at those three great halls, I heard that every floor is a minor dimension. The Green Cloud Divine Hall was a Protocosmic spirit-treasure that only appeared once every year in the Disciple's Tournament. From what the sect elders have said, the reason the sect is doing this is mainly to give the new disciples a sense of pride and honor towards the sect, so as to strengthen their sense of belonging and cohesion to the sect. "

Lu Qingfeng's gaze was fixed on the Green Cloud Divine Hall. With Guo Tianshan in the lead, the ten elders rapidly flew towards it. In an instant, they sat down on the chairs in the hall and leisurely sipped their tea and chatted.

Just as Lu Qingfeng was looking at the main peak of the Green Cloud Divine Hall, a commotion came from behind him. Turning around to take a look, in the air above the center of the square, fifty white robed middle-aged men stood. In the air above the square, fifty white robed men stood in the air.

Many years ago, these people were also true disciples. However, after they became two hundred years old, they were still stuck at the peak of the Immortal Truth Realm and were still unable to break through to the Emptiness Realm. That was why they were sent by the sect to become elite disciples. Even though they looked like middle-aged people, their real age was at least a few hundred years old.

The fifty Elders stood in a straight line in the air, simultaneously extending their hands towards the empty space in the middle of the square, shouting, "Rise!" A deafening roar came from the open space, the fifty thirty meter square battling platforms slowly rose from the ground, until they were ten meters high, and then they stopped moving, and then, a ladder extended from all four corners of the battling platform, directly extending to the ground.

The elder in the middle said, "Now I announce that the annual competition of the sect will officially begin. The first round will be the competition between the outer sect disciples, and the outer sect elders are invited to take their places."

As the elder's voice fell, two hundred outer sect elders dressed in cyan robes with the elders' badges pinned to their chests stood in groups of four beneath each of the fifty battling arenas. With a leap, they arrived at each of the fifty battling platforms, and stood at four corners of each of the arenas. These outer court elders would be the assistant judges of the outer court-martial competition this time.

The Elder from the elite disciple on the stage continued, "Next, we will draw lots. There are a total of thirty thousand outer sect disciples participating in this year's Large Competition. After we messed up thirty thousand lots, we will place them equally in the lot box below the stage. Each mountain peak's three thousand outer sect disciples were divided into five groups and each group would draw lots. The lottery draw from Sunset Peak to Stage 1-5, the lottery draw from Bixia Peak to Stage 6-10, and the lottery draw from Purple Peak to Stage 11-20 … After drawing, number one to six hundred will be participating in the martial arts competition. number six to one thousand two hundred will be participating in the martial arts competition. The two numbers next to each other will be selected as opponents.

The annual great sect competition was the most popular event among all the disciples. All the new disciples hoped to make a name for themselves in the tournament. The old disciples also hoped to achieve good results, so as to avoid becoming deacons of their sects.

The Greencloud Sword Sect had a clear rule: The last 300 outer sect disciples would become deacons. Once they became deacons, they were destined to be for life.

The same was true for the inner sect disciples. Every year, the last hundred participants would become deacons. If you are ranked last 10 in the last three years, then you won't have to be courteous anymore and you will be invited to become a martial elder in the inner sect.

For the outer sect disciple competition, the top 500 disciples would advance to become inner sect disciples, and the bottom 300 disciples would become sect deacons. As a result, the intense battle for the first round had begun. The fifty battling platforms were filled with the light and shadows of swords, the sounds of battle were unceasing, and the sounds of weapons colliding were melodious. From time to time, a miserable scream could be heard.

Although the sect rules forbade death, injuries were inevitable when blades and swords had no eyes. Beneath the battling platform, various sounds of cheering, cheering, and cheering resounded throughout the square, causing the entire square to be filled with a clamor of voices.

Lu Qingfeng found a place to sit on the ground at the edge of the square. Through the bustling crowd, his spiritual sense constantly scanned the battles taking place on the battling platform.

After careful observation, Lu Qingfeng found out that the cultivators on the meteor god planet and the warriors on Earth all had the same characteristic, and that was that during the initial stages of cultivation, they couldn't use their own strength well.

The difference between the two planets was that the internal force of the martial artists on Earth and the primeval essence of the cultivators on the God Realm. In the initial stages of cultivation, most of them had been wasted, resulting in an unsustainable battle.

Lu Qingfeng was currently at the peak of the Xuan Zhen Stage Initial Phase, and was still at the initial stage. Only when he reached the Immortal Zhen Stage, he would enter the intermediate stage, and at that time, his use of Zhen Yuan would be much more ingenious.

Just like the Golden Sword Illusory Flower that Lu Qingfeng had created, it was a spectacular sight. When it was used in battle, only a small portion of the sword Qi would be used on the opponent. Everything else would be wasted.

The same Golden Sword Illusion Flower, if used again after it reaches the Immortal Truth Realm, the round ball of true energy would turn into tiny sword qi. After the true essence was compressed to an extreme degree, not only would it not waste, it would also become countless times more powerful.

The first round of the martial arts competition ended after a day and night. This way, there were only three hundred people left on each of the battling platforms. This was half of the number of people in the first round and the time used was also much less. It only took one day to finish by midnight.

Next, the third round of lottery drawing was carried out once again. There were still 150 people left on each stage. The third round had taken one night's worth of time, and it ended the next morning.

In the fourth round, Xu Haifeng picked the number seventy-five, and in the fourth round, Xu Haifeng didn't have a chance. In the fourth round, Xu Haifeng picked the number seventy-five, and in the fourth round, Xu Haifeng didn't have a chance, and in the first three rounds, Xu Haifeng didn't have a chance, and

Soon, the fifth round of martial arts competition arrived. At this time, there were only thirty-eight people left on each stage. Xu Haifeng had drawn number five and directly went to the first platform.

Not long after, the referee called out his name, "Xu Haifeng, number five, against Marshal Yuan, number six. The two of them climbed up the north and south ladders respectively and stood at twenty meters apart from each other on the battling platform.

Xu Haifeng looked at Commander Yuan who was standing straight on the battling platform. He had a sword on his back and was at least one head taller than Xu Haifeng.

Shortly after, the referee said, "Both sides, get ready. Begin." The battle had begun. Twin Peaks had pulled out their swords from Xu Haifeng's back. The sword in his hand was glowing with a fiery red light.

This was a mid-grade magic tool, called the Scarlet Flame Sword. Xu Haifeng jumped out and raised the Scarlet Flame Sword high up in the air. He unleashed the Mortal Level Martial Skill, the Fire Cloud, with the power to split a mountain.

This was the characteristic of the zhen qi when it started to turn into zhen yuan. It was also enough to prove that Xu Haifeng had already broken through from the high zhen yuan level to the zhen yuan level, and already possessed the qualification to become an inner disciple.

When Yuan Shuai saw this situation, he could not help but be stunned. He kept muttering to himself, "True energy, true energy. He is a true essence master." After saying that, he instantly woke up and turned around to run. When he reached the edge of the battling platform, he jumped down with a 'sou' sound.

Xu Haifeng's fifth round of martial arts competition ended in a dramatic fashion. There were only nineteen pairs of contestants on each battling platform. Therefore, this round ended even faster. It only took two hours.

Next was the sixth round of martial arts competition, and the sixth and final round was also over. Among the remaining nineteen people, one person went into the air, while the remaining eighteen people went into the air and chose the top nine. Adding that to the remaining one, there were exactly ten people.

After the outer sect disciples determined the top five hundred, from the first round of fifteen thousand people that were eliminated, the top three hundred would be decided. These three hundred outer sect disciples were all going to become deacons of the sect.

The fire cloud of the fifth round had consumed fifty-five percent of Xu Haifeng's true essence. For someone like him who had just broken through, this fire cloud was a little too much for him to handle. However, this was still the fastest round, so he didn't have enough time to recover his true essence.

Xu Haifeng had only rested for an hour, and the last round of the lottery had already begun. Since Xu Haifeng had drawn number 58, he came directly to the fourth ring, where he was going to be the first contestant to go on stage. His opponent was number 59, and at the moment, he still did not know who this contestant was.

The referee for Stage Four, who was one of the fifty elite disciples, the elder in charge of the mission, saw nineteen people waiting below and immediately announced, "Number fifty-eight Xu Haifeng versus fifty-nine Fu Biao.

Xu Haifeng and Fu Biao stood at a corner of the battling platform, sizing each other up. Fu Biao was a very tall and sturdy youth, and even though he was only eleven or twelve years old, his figure was similar to that of an ordinary adult.

The referee stood between the two of them and looked at them, saying, "You two, get ready. Begin." As the referee's voice faded, the two of them quickly began to fight.