Vol 7 Chapter 9: Battle for quota

The sky is airy and the sun shines.
In the Tianwu fighting arena, the crowd was bustling. On the trapezoidal steps around, there were many disciples of Tianwu Xuegong.
The center of the Tianwu fighting field is the Tianwu fighting platform, which is ten meters long, ten meters high and one meter high.
A figure like Dapeng spread its wings, swept across dozens of meters, and landed on the Tianwu Doutai in a stable posture.
"Old man Qin Mo, Elder Zhenwu Alliance." The old man carried his hands behind him, his voice loud and vigorous: "Today, this elder presides over the battle for the place of Zhenwu Wudao map. Now, please participate in the battle."
The words fell, and the four university palaces each walked out of seven people.
Seven people, this is the maximum number of people after the four university palaces after many discussions, keep improving.
The limit on the number of other forces is also seven, with a maximum of seven. Only those forces cannot make up seven.
Like the Shangguan family of the declining royal family in the Kingdom era, only one Shangguan company wing is qualified, but this opportunity to fight with genius is very small, especially when the killer cannot be killed. Therefore, the Shangguan family, in addition to the Shangguan company Outside the wing, there were three people together, for a total of four.
The same is true of other forces, three, four, five, and even seven.
A total of seventy-three.
Chen Zong found that several eyes fell on his face, very sharp, with undisguised hostility, from the Tianwu Xue Palace and the Giant Blade Xue Palace.
"Some of you are practicing eight turns to achieve strength, others are seven turns, and others are six or even five turns." Elder Qin Mo's eyes were sharp and he glanced through them. When his eyes fell on Chen Zong, he revealed a little surprise, but he couldn't see Xiuwei.
"Is it five to six for exercise, is it an opponent for seven to eight for exercise?" Elder Qin Mo suddenly asked, and suddenly many people changed their faces.
"This time there are only five places, which means that 68 of you will not be able to get a place. In the end, who will get the place, I am not sure, but who can not get the place, most certainly." Elder Qin Mo continued. "Elders know your intentions and want to use this opportunity to fight with geniuses and hone themselves. Normally, you should be given this opportunity, but elders don't have that much time to end the battle for places as soon as possible."
As soon as Elder Qin Mo's words came out, many people's faces immediately changed. This is to eliminate them from the game.
"However, Elder Ben is not so unemotional." Elder Qin Mo said sharply: "Up to the force column."
Soon, someone lifted up a load cell.
"Five turns and six turns to practice strength, each person has only one chance to attack the force column, can hit seventy scales, they are eligible to participate in the battle for places." Elder Qin Mo said.
Chen Zong carefully measured the force-measuring column, the same shape as before, and it was also a hundred scales, but listening to what Elder Qin Mo said, it was different from the previous force-measuring column.
"I'll come first." A martial arts six-turn martial artist strode out, standing two meters apart in front of the force-measuring column, gathering energy and mobilizing his inner strength.
"Tiger Field!"
A violent drink, like a tiger roaring, followed by a punch, fierce and swift, with a tiger head appearing under the punch, an amazing roar opened and a gust of wind attacked.
The breath of practicing the strength of six turns permeated.
With a bang, the dynamometer trembled slightly, and the red rushed straight up from the base. In the blink of an eye, it exceeded the sixty scale and continued upward, but stopped at the sixty-eight scale, and then no more force.
This man's face changed and he was very unwilling.
"The tenth scale represents one revolution, the ten to twenty represents two revolutions. So, the seventy scale represents seven revolutions." Chen Zongran.
This means that it is necessary to have an attack power of seven turns in order to be able to truly participate in the battle for places.
If you think about it, the six transitions of Jingjinjing belong to the middle period of Jingjinjing, and the seven transitions of Jingjinjing belong to the later period. The gap between the two is obvious.
"I abstain," said a five-turn martial artist.
My family knows their own business, and they can't make seventy marks on six turns, let alone five turns on their own.
There are seventy-three people. To achieve eight strengths of practice, there are three heavenly martial arts palaces, two of which are giant blade school, fierce blood science palace, and true sword school. There are nine in total. Seven revolutions, a total of twenty-two, the remaining forty-two people are all five and six revolutions, including Chen Zong.
"I'm coming." A five-strength exercise is probably an idea of ​​luck, striding towards the force column, consolidating strength, and exhibiting the killing skills of the martial arts practice.
One leg seemed to be able to smash ten thousand megaliths, and blasted to the force column fiercely.
A bang, full of energy, the dynamometer trembled as if to be crushed.
The red surge surged past the 50 mark, went straight to the sixty, and trembled slightly when it reached sixty-one, and stopped.
The practice of five-strength training, but the attack power can reach six-strength training, it is indeed very good, but there is still a significant gap from the seventy scale, eliminated.
One by one came up to test, bursting out his strongest blow, but the one with the best performance was almost to reach the 70 scale, just a little difference, destined him to miss the quota battle.
"Gongzhu, Chen Zong should be able to make a seventy mark." One of the two elders of Zhenjian Xuegong was a little worried.
The gap between the six and seven revolutions is very obvious, as is the gap between the sixty-nine and seventy scales.
"Rest assured." The real person in the magic cloud smiled slightly.
For three months, Chen Zong's strength was very clear. Huanyun was very clear and not worried at all.
However, in the end, whether Chen Zong could win the quota, Huanyun really did not know the truth. After all, there are nine full strengths in the exercise. Each one is a genius. The strength is completely unusual. of.
But even if you can't get a place in the end, you can fight with these geniuses and sharpen yourself.
Chen Zong did not go up until the last one.
"It turned out that his cultivation hasn't reached the seventh level of training."
"Seeing through, I thought it had reached seven revolutions."
Many people were surprised when they saw Chen Zong walking towards the dynamometer.
Three meters from the dynamometer, after standing, Chen Zong stared with his eyes out, pulling his sword out of the sheath, and the sword light was like a meteor flying across the sky. .
"Six-turn peak!"
Suddenly, Chen Zong's inner strength spread out, letting people know his cultivation.
Thunder Light Sword Technique-Thunder Light Sweeping!
Red immediately rose from the base, blinked, and crossed the sixty mark.
sixty one!
sixty two!
sixty-three!
Soon, the red rushed to the sixty-nine mark, approaching seventy.
Huanyun is the real old god, and the two elders are staring with wide eyes, a little nervous.
Lin Hao and Liu Ze, as well as Xuan Jianzi and You Jianzi, also stared at the scales on the dynamometer.
As if going up against the current, like a leaping gantry, the red rushed to the seventy scale at once, and shake it up and down a little, then stopped at the seventy scale for three seconds.
"Good." Elder Qin Mo nodded.
At the peak of the six-strength exercise, it can show off the attack power of the seventh-strength exercise, which is really good, although it has just reached the threshold of the seventh-strength exercise.
"I knew Brother Chen was OK." Lin Hao laughed.
The peak of six turns is still in the middle period, and the early period of seven turns is in the later period. The difference between the two is still obvious. Looking at the warriors in the front, each one is considered a good talent, but no one can reach the attack power of seven turns. .
"What's your name?" Elder Qin Mo looked at Chen Zong and asked, approachable.
"Chen Zong."
"I've heard your name." Elder Qin Mo laughed. "Congratulations on your qualification to participate in the battle for the place of Zhenwu Wudao."
"As for you, you can only get rid of it." Elder Qin Mo swept through the many strengths of five to six martial arts, and said politely, "and thirty-two of you have the opportunity to get one of the five places."
Soon someone came up and lifted the load cell, and then brought a black iron box.
"The next match is the promotion match. Thirty-two people will draw first, one against two, and three against four. The winner will advance to the next round and the loser will be eliminated." Elder Qin Mo's tone was not high or low: " After two rounds of promotion, the final points match. "
"Come and draw."
With the elder Qin Mo's words falling, everyone went towards the black iron box, reached out from the round opening above, and took out the number plate.
The number plate that Chen Zong received was number nine, and his opponent was number ten.
"Your repair is the peak of six turns, but you can have seven turns of attack power, which is really good, but unfortunately, you met me." Shangguan Lianyi looked at the number plate in his hand and saw Chen Zong's hand number. The number of cards, said immediately.
"It's too early to say who wins or loses." Chen Zong smiled slightly.
"Hehe." Shangguan laughed, feeling that Chen Zong was overwhelmed.
"No. 1 and No. 2 are preparing to fight, and the others retreat from Tianwu Doutai." Elder Qin Mo announced loudly, his figure floated slightly, and he slipped back.
The first one is the real sword school palace Xuan Jianzi, the second one is a seven-turn disciple in the strong blood science palace.
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"You are not my opponent." Xuan Jianzi said without Xu Buji, his eyes fluttered, and he did not know where his eyes were.
"Who knows." The disciples of Lie Xue Xue Grin grinned, and rushed out like a wind, pulled out the machete with his backhand, and cut to the Xuan Jianzi from the side like a waning moon.
Unexpectedly, it was just a phantom. The real machete glowed with cold light. It appeared behind Xuan Jianzi at an incredible angle, and cut to the back of the neck.
Xuan Jianzi remained motionless until the moment of the machete approaching, and then he wielded the sword with the sheath, easily resisting the machete cutting. At the same time, turning the wrist, the sword with the sheath around the sword circle, the sword head hit the chest of the disciple of Hematology Palace With a bang, he directly repelled a few meters and took a step. As the shadow followed, the second shot hit the same place on the chest of the disciple of the Hematology Palace, causing the other side to bleed.
"I confess my defeat." The disciples of Lie Xue Xue Palace realized that there was a big gap between their strength and the other side, and there was no comparability at all.
"It does have some skills." Tian Wu Xue Gong Xue Da Xue Xue Gong and Lie Xue Xue Gong's strengths of training turned slightly for a while, and said secretly that Xuan Jianzi was listed as a strong enemy.