C13 The Spirit Courtyard Competition

Every morning, Mingsi would be woken up by the sunlight from the window. Today was no exception. However, when he rubbed his eyes and prepared to get up to meditate for a while, He realized that the sunlight today was a little. . . Too much. He immediately got up and ran to the window to look around. At this moment, in the sky, The fiery red sun was about to rise to the sky. Mingsi's eyeballs almost popped out when he saw it.

It was almost noon! He overslept!

Mingsi casually tidied up his clothes and immediately ran downstairs. After that, he ran all the way to the Wind Spirit Courtyard. As he ran, he complained, "What's going on? What's going on!? I overslept! "

The more Mingsi thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong. Usually, he would wake up on time. He had never tried this before. Furthermore, Ziming didn't come to call him. This was really strange. He muttered to himself as he arrived at the Wind Spirit Courtyard not long after.

At this moment, the students in the Spirit Academy were all meditating, and the instructor. . . Was not there! Mingsi let out a huge breath. He did not even have time to clean his sweat before finding a place to sit down. Only now did he have time to think carefully. "Did I overwork myself yesterday? It caused me to unconsciously sleep for so long? "

After thinking for a while and having no idea what was going on, Mingsi finally settled his heart and meditated.

And not long after he sat down, the morning lesson had already ended. Mingsi was helpless. While everyone was resting, he practiced condensing the wind scroll. In the past month, although Mingsi did not practice crazily, he spent several hours a day, so he had made some progress.

He waved his hands with all his strength, and after a few rounds, a small tornado appeared next to his hand, and then he rushed forward. However, it only took him about forty to fifty meters to disappear.

"It seems to have gotten bigger!" Mingsi's eyes lit up. He was quite satisfied with the progress he had made during this period of time.

The afternoon class was not at the Wind Spirit Academy, but at another place. The courses arranged by the academy were not only about cultivating one's own spiritual energy. There were also some courses that had the basic knowledge of the cultivation world. After all, other than spiritual energy, knowledge was also extremely important. And these courses were also carried out in units of classes.

At this moment, in a small plaza in the center of the academy, Chenjing was teaching the students in her class.

"China's 32 Prefectures, seven of which were originally distributed in all four directions. With the Central Plains as the core, it formed a circular encirclement. This is also a part of China's geographical defense system. The seven main sources: Among them. . . "Chenjing was talking non-stop on the stage, and among the crowd, Many people were whispering to each other from time to time. Among them,. . . Mingsi and Ziming were the most frequent.

"Why didn't you call me in the morning?" Mingsi straightened his head and spoke in a low voice. His eyes were staring at Chenjing, who was on the stage. Beside him was Chen Ziming.

"I called you, but there was no response. I thought you left, and I was going to ask you why you didn't call me!" Ziming said excitedly.

Mingsi was even more confused when he heard that. But soon, he was attracted by the voice on the other side.

"What? You said you didn't know about the competition?!" A student spoke to the person beside him in surprise.

"No, I've never heard of it. " A classmate next to him said in ignorance.

"The Spirit Academy Tournament is a competition between the Intermediate and the Senior Brothers! I heard that it's extremely exciting, we must go and watch it. " The person who had spoken couldn't help but explain excitedly.

"The Spirit Academy Tournament?" Mingsi stretched his ears and only heard a little. Just as he was about to move his body over to listen carefully, a gentle voice came from the platform. "The Spirit Academy Competition is a competition held once a year by the academy. It's specially prepared for your senior brothers and sisters. "

Chenjing heard the students whispering. Taking into account the importance of the Spirit Academy's Grand Competition, she directly stopped to explain to the students. "The competition will begin tomorrow, and it will continue for three days. The next three days, the school will stop classes, including you!"

"Wow! So good?" Everyone was pleasantly surprised.

"Senior brothers and sisters also have some benefits in comparison to you. Every year at this time, you junior students have to watch and see how others compete. " Chenjing explained once again.

"Yes, that makes sense!" Mingsi nodded.

"Then Hwang Mingsi, please answer my question. What year was the formation of the original prefecture of Huaxia?" Chenjing turned to look at Mingsi.

"Uh. . . I. . . I want to think about it. " Mingsi kept looking at Ziming, hoping to get some help. However, he could only hear Ziming's subtle voice. "One thousand. . . Three hundred. . . Five years. . . "

Mingsi frowned. Then he sighed and answered dejectedly, "Mentor, I don't know. . . "

"If you don't know, you have to listen carefully. Remember, don't be distracted in class. You guys are the same, remember that?! "

Everyone nodded their heads, especially those who had spoken secretly just now. They nodded with great force.

The day's lesson ended very quickly without them realizing it. Mingsi and Ziming were walking on the academy's small path, talking as they walked.

"The grand competition tomorrow must be watched by good students! I heard that the spells that senior brothers and sisters learn are very powerful!" Ziming said excitedly.

"Yes, yes, yes! The main thing is magic!" Mingsi was also very excited. The two of them kept talking, as if they could already see the grand scene of tomorrow's competition. The more they talked, the more excited they got.

Under everyone's expectations, the day of the competition arrived as scheduled. The next morning, everyone got up early in the morning and went downstairs, entering the crowd on the streets. And their destination was only one, the spirit dojo below the academy's back mountain.

The Spiritual Martial Field was extremely wide, and there were dozens of arenas inside. One of them was the main dojo, and the rest were slightly smaller arenas.

On the first day, it was a competition between middle-ranked students. On the second day, it was a competition between high-rank students. The most exciting day was the competition between the Intermediate students and the Advanced students. The difference between the Intermediate students and the Advanced students. . . It's a year of practice. Although there was a difference of one year between the two, the difference in strength was huge and small. After all, everyone's talent and cultivation strength were different.

This day's competition was used to strike down the lazy ones among the senior students, as well as to encourage the diligent ones among the intermediate students. As for the junior students like Mingsi, they did not have the qualifications to compete. After all, they had just arrived, and their path of cultivation had just begun.

With such intentions, Fang Xian had put in a lot of effort. However, in the eyes of the students, this seemed extremely interesting. Especially those who were watching the show.

On this day, the huge Spiritual Martial Dojo was filled with seats. The various branches were already packed with people. From time to time, deafening shouts could be heard from the audience seats. In the various large dojos. . . There were also fierce duels being carried out by students at all times. The spiritual light was dazzling, and the weapons were dancing in the air. All kinds of magical equipment appeared in an endless stream, and the brilliant fighting style and the impressive technique of using spiritual energy caused the atmosphere of the crowd to explode.

On a branch field in the southeast direction, Mingsi and Ziming were sitting at a position very close to the Martial Dais. They had arrived here before dawn, which was why they had such a good environment to observe.

In front of them, there were two people fighting fiercely in the Martial Dais. One of them was emitting yellow spiritual energy, which kept changing. At one moment, it transformed into a thick earth shield to block the incoming attack, and at the other, it turned into sand that filled the sky, and directly flew towards the person in front of them.

"In other words, we can do the same thing next year?" Mingsi said excitedly.

"That's right! Haha! Ziming was watching from the side. He was even more excited than Mingsi. Because the other person on the scene was a wood spirit cultivator. The magic that was conjured in his hand seemed especially interesting in Ziming's eyes.

That person kept forming seals with his hands, and countless wooden sticks formed from spirit energy would sometimes side by side. Sometimes, they would overlap, and their defense and offense would be very smooth and flexible. As he moved forward and retreated, his battle technique was very precise and precise, forcing his opponent into a sorry state. Everyone on the scene exclaimed in satisfaction.

Although Ziming was dumbfounded by what he saw, his voice kept increasing, "Too powerful. . . Come on. . . Wah! Spiritual Qi can also be used like this. . . What is that? Why did such a big tree come out?!"

The battle ended and both of them were extremely tired. They quickly shook hands and hugged each other before stepping out to rest. After that, they slowly walked up to the two of them. One match after another kept stimulating the already excited crowd.

For an entire day, the arena was filled with the sounds of gongs and drums. From morning till night, it never stopped. There were thousands of middle-level students participating, and the competition was carried out according to the elimination system. Hundreds of matches were held in a single day, and there were so many matches. The teachers sent out by the academy were also extremely powerful. Each match had around five instructors overseeing it. They either made a move to set up a spiritual energy barrier to prevent the pouring spiritual energy from pouring out. Or make a move to stop the overweight contestant. In short, under the careful maintenance of the mentors, The competition was exciting, but there were no major accidents.

After all, such a competition was extremely useful to both the students and the academy. This could also be said to be the most important event of the year in the academy. That was why the academy invested so much energy into it. Moreover, this was not all. It was said that the academy had prepared extremely generous rewards for the students who ranked near the top and performed excellently!

And the middle-ranked students who had cultivated for a year also wanted to show their skills in this grand competition, which was the focus of the entire academy, and obtain outstanding results. In this way, they would not let down this year's worth of cultivation!

It was only at dusk that the curtains to the mid-level student competition finally came to an end. Among the thousands of people, only the top twenty were evaluated in the end. Among these twenty people, there were all kinds of students with various Spiritual Energy abilities, and their fighting methods were also different. The only similarity was that their strengths were all outstanding among their peers, and they were extremely extraordinary.

On the main martial arena that had just finished the finals, there were some potholes on the ground. Obviously, these were the traces left behind by the previous battles. At this moment, there was a maintenance instructor waving his arms on the platform. Wisps of spiritual energy continuously surged to the ground, repairing the potholes one by one.

After that, a tall platform had already been set up in the center of the venue. There were a total of 36 floating platforms beside the tall platform. At this moment, on the top 20 platforms, stood the student ranked in the top 20. As for the students from the other 16 platforms, they were no strangers to them. They were precisely the people who had performed outstandingly in this competition.

On the tall platform, an old man stood calmly. He wore a purple-black Daoist robe, and the symbol of a seven-colored pearl appeared extremely dazzling in front of his chest. This was the symbol of an elder of the academy. An elder was a figure that was second only to the dean.

The old man slowly stroked his beard, and the clamour of the crowd gradually became smaller. Only then did he open his mouth and say, "Today's middle-level spirit competition has come to a complete end! After a hundred rounds of exciting and intense competition, We have selected the top twenty students to be rewarded. " Then, the old man waved his hand. Twenty tokens flew into the hands of the twenty students, "With this token, The old man waved his hand, and twenty tokens flew into the hands of the twenty students. "

"Yes!" The twenty people excitedly received the tokens as if they had obtained a priceless treasure.

The old man nodded slightly. "Go back and rest well. You will be competing with high-level students in the future!" The joy in everyone's eyes gradually dissipated when they heard this. What replaced it was thick fighting spirit.

The old man turned his head and spoke again, "In this year's competition. . . Other than the top twenty students, there are also many other students who, even though they were unable to obtain a good ranking, their performance was also extremely outstanding. They used brilliant battles and superb battle techniques to let us experience the wonders of spiritual energy. After discussion in the academy, sixteen people were selected from among them as encouragement. "

The old man waved his hand again, and another sixteen tokens flew out, landing in the hands of the sixteen people on the platform.

In the end, the old man said a few short sentences before waving his sleeve, indicating that today's competition had ended. Everyone left, but the discussions never stopped. They were noisy and endless.