C376 Choose Heaven's Pride

A thousand contestants have been selected from high up in the sky, and next up is the second match.

The rules of the second round of competition were very simple. Each of these thousand people displayed the most powerful techniques they had ever learned in their lives to display their own strength.

At this moment, there were ten great figures in the stands who would begin to select. Each person would choose ten people, and in the end, a hundred geniuses would be chosen to carry out the final competition.

It could be said that the first two trials were only a warm-up for the younger generation who truly had the strength. The truly exciting competition would be this final one.

At this moment, ten figures slowly walked out from the viewing platform high up in the sky. Their speed did not seem fast, but they appeared in front of everyone in an instant. Ten figures stood in the air in front of the thousand participants. Ten shocking fluctuations were faintly emitted.

"Look, the instructors for this year's selection team are still those few people!" Seeing this, some people below began to discuss.

"No, the patriarch of the Yuwen Clan has appeared this year. "

"In the past, Patriarch Yu Wen wouldn't participate in the Coming of Age Ceremony. This time, he will definitely appear for that young patriarch, Yuwen Lang!"

As the crowd discussed, the thousand participants in the sky were separated. In order to not be disturbed by others, the distance between them was wider.

"The competition has begun, please begin your spell techniques"

With a command, a large amount of spiritual energy surged out from the bodies of the thousands of participants. Their hand seals changed, and in the blink of an eye, there was a faint glow of spell techniques.

However, not a single person's spell technique had taken shape. Because the competition was only a single spell technique, no one would casually use it. They were all full of power.

Ming Death didn't move. He stood there quietly in midair, his gaze sweeping back and forth as he pondered what spell technique he should use to attract the attention of these so-called important figures.

Everyone below looked up at the sky with anticipation, as if they were waiting for the wonderful performance of these thousand people. These participants didn't disappoint them either, and very quickly. A spell technique shot up into the sky, followed by a series of spells.

A bolt of purple-gold lightning struck down from the nine heavens, and under the deliberate control of the spell user, it exploded in midair, creating a sound that was incomparable to anything else. Even the spellcaster himself felt proud of his imposing manner.

Everyone suddenly realized that it was not easy for someone at the Late Period of Spirit Transformation Stage to unleash such a powerful spell technique. Such talent belonged to the Prodigy.

However, none of the ten instructors moved. They didn't even raise their eyes, as if the powerful spell couldn't even enter their eyes.

Seeing this scene, not only the audience, but also the competitors looked at each other in dismay. They didn't know why such a situation would occur.

Following that, several dozen more astonishing spells were cast. Without exception, all of these spells had astonishing auras and seemed to be quite powerful. However, only a few of them were chosen by their mentors, while the others didn't attract their mentors' attention.

The atmosphere at the scene was a bit strange, and some of the competitors couldn't make heads or tails of what was happening. The magical techniques gathered in their hands actually didn't dare to be used.

However, as the competition continued, even if the participants didn't use them, they still wouldn't be able to. Some people were willing to take a risk, while others were careful. In total, out of the thousand people present, most of them used spells.

Yuwen Lang looked at Mingsi, who was standing beside him, and said with a smile, "Do you know what the power of a spell is?"

Mingsi was taken aback. He was also a bit confused. When he saw Yuwen Lang looking at him, he couldn't help but furrow his brows and ponder.

"I remember Illusion God once told me about the so-called Profound Meaning of Battle. It's to calm one's heart. Wait and see. Hide and deal with the situation. " Mingsi recalled the scene when he defeated the Great Strength Diamond Ape. "The strength of the spell might not be directly related to the amount of spiritual energy it contains. During the battle. Whether a spell is effective or not depends on the caster's control skills and timing of release]"

A look of understanding appeared in Mingsi's eyes. Seeing this, Yuwen Lang smiled and looked away, then began to cast his spell.

Yuwen Lang's hands moved back and forth, and numerous seals were unleashed from his hands. After that, they merged into the air. After a while, thousands of spiritual marks appeared. They connected with each other, forming the shape of a door. Yuwen Lang's hands moved even faster. After that, seven more doors with different imprints appeared. At that moment, the eight doors were revolving around each other. They formed the Eight Trigrams Formation and hovered in the air.

As soon as the eight gates appeared, they attracted the attention of countless people. Although there was not much spiritual energy fluctuation, many people's eyes lit up.

"It's a spatial spirit formation!" The ten instructors all looked to the side. But only one person walked towards Yuwen Lang. Seeing this, the other nine people all shook their heads and smiled bitterly, because. . . The person who walked towards Yuwen Lang was his father, the current patriarch of Yuwen Clan, Yuwen Taiping.

"The 8 Gates Time Space Formation, combined the spatial spiritual energy with the profound meaning of the spiritual formation. The ultimate form of this technique can stimulate the power of 8 gates at the same time. It has the ability to create Confounding Disorder and can also be used to suppress and seal. It's a spiritual array immortal technique passed down from ancient times. " Yuwen Taiping stroked his long beard and said in a calm tone. "This art of yours is only at the first level, and you can barely open one. That's enough. How about joining my team? "

When Yuwen Taiping's words entered into the ears of the others, it seemed to be slightly strange, but everyone knew that they were father and son, so they didn't dare say anything.

On the other hand, Yuwen Lang's expression was a little funny. He shrugged helplessly and nodded. After that, he walked to Yuwen Taiping's side and spoke in a low voice.

After that, Mingsi saw Yuwen Taiping slowly walking towards him.

"Are you that Young Hero Ling?" Yuwen Taiping walked in front of Mingsi and asked.

Mingsi didn't expect the dignified master of a major family to be so polite and gentle. He was stunned on the spot, not knowing how to respond. After being glanced at by Yuwen Lang with a mocking look, he finally came back to his senses. He smiled awkwardly. "Young hero, I don't deserve it. This kid is Ling YinTu. "

Yuwen Taiping's eyes were sizing Mingsi up as he slowly swept his gaze across Mingsi's entire body.

Mingsi knew that this was the appraisal of a great figure. His cultivation base and strength should be seen through. Although he wasn't afraid of this, there were still a few secrets hidden in his body. At this moment, he was somewhat nervous. However, this state didn't last long before it was broken by Yuwen Taiping, "I heard from Lang Er that you are his brother. "

"He is my little brother. " Mingsi subconsciously opened his mouth to speak, presumably to ease his nervous mood.

Hearing this, Yuwen Taiping smiled and said, "Let me see your magic. "

Mingsi's heart trembled. His gaze passed Yuwen Taiping and landed on Yuwen Lang. In this way, it was likely that Yuwen Taiping wanted him to join his team because of Yuwen Lang and participate in the next trial.

However, this man in front of him was the famous patriarch of the Yuwen Clan. How high was the standards of such a person? Mingsi couldn't help but feel uneasy. He looked at Yuwen Lang with some complaints, but found that the latter was teasing him.

Helpless, Mingsi sighed and calmed his heart. In his mind, a spell was slowly forming. Without any hesitation, Mingsi raised both of his hands and the origin strength moved with the wind.