My Immortal Cultivation Game Life

The Yanwutai area was crowded with people at this moment, and a large number of outer disciples came here.

Some come here to participate in the competition, and some come to watch the competition.

Those who watched the competition were unable to enter the Yanwu Square. They could only watch in the outer area. There were also a large number of people standing on the nearby mountains. Everyone was a qi cultivator.

In addition to the disciples of the outer sect, there are also the deacons and elders of the outer sect. Most of them are holding swords in the air, with their hands on their backs, and their immortal aura is floating.

Compared to the Qi cultivators who couldn't fly with their swords, their compulsion was much higher.

At this time, two sword lights streaked across the sky, came to the outside of the Yanwu Platform, and landed on the ground.

It was Lu Gaoyang and Wang Siqi, and Lu Gaoyang was still holding a person in his hand, it was Lu Yi.

Lu Yi felt the gazes of the nearby outer sect disciples, and his face turned a little red. After all, he was considered a decent person in the outer sect, but he didn't expect to be carried away by someone?

The image of his own wise and martial arts is gone...

Lu Yi felt ruthless, he must quickly break through to the realm of foundation building, and learn to fly with the sword as soon as possible!

Lu Gaoyang put Lu Yi on the ground and patted Lu Yi on the shoulder: "Stinky boy, just do your best in everything, don't be too demanding."

Wang Siqi smiled slightly: "Yi Er, come on, my mother believes you are the best."

Lu Yi smiled at the two of them: "I see."

Lu Gaoyang and Wang Siqi nodded slightly, then turned into streamers and flew into the air, where their colleagues were there.

Lu Yi, on the other hand, walked towards Yanwu Square.

Along the way, the outer disciples greeted Lu Yi with a smile.

"Senior Brother Lu Yi."

"Senior Brother Lu Yi, you are here!"

"Senior Brother Lu Yi..."

Lu Yi nodded in response with a smile, and soon came to the inside of Yanwu Plaza, where everyone participated in the competition.

Compared with the entire outer sect disciples, the number of people participating in the big competition is much less, but there are also tens of thousands of people.

The entire square was still crowded with people. These outer disciples either closed their eyes and rested alone, or communicated in twos or threes. After seeing Lu Yi, most of the disciples nodded and smiled and said hello.

"Junior Brother Lu Yi! This way!"

At this time, Lu Yi heard a familiar voice. He turned his head to look and found that Lu Ling, Wang Wulian and Wang Xinqi were standing beside him. Lu Ling waved at him with a smile on his face.

Lu Yi smiled and walked over: "Three senior brothers."

"Junior Brother Lu, you're finally here, the audition is about to start, I thought you wouldn't be able to catch up." Wang Wulian smiled.

Lu Ling smiled: "Junior Brother Lu is Deacon Lu Gaoyang's son. Deacon Lu will definitely bring him here. What are you worried about?"

"Isn't that worried about losing an opponent?" Wang Wulian grinned.

Lu Ling rolled his eyes, and said faintly, "The last time we discussed, the two of us didn't win once."

"This time is different! My swordsmanship has already reached the transformation stage!" Wang Wulian grinned, full of confidence: "This time, my goal is to be in the top 30!"

Hearing this, Lu Yi smiled and said, "Congratulations to Senior Brother Wang."

"This is thanks to you, Junior Brother Lu, and I have to thank you." Wang Wulian looked grateful.

When the four of them were communicating, not long after, a figure crossed the sky and landed on the central ring. It was an old man with gray hair, a serious expression, and a white robe.

He is the Great Elder Dugufang of the Outer Sect of the White Cloud Sect. It is said that his cultivation has reached the peak of the Golden Core.

With the appearance of Dugufang, the originally noisy voice gradually quieted down, and everyone looked at Dugufang in the central arena. This is the majesty of the Great Elder.

Dugu Fang glanced at the crowd below and said, "It's time for the annual Outer Sect Competition again. I hope this time, someone can make this old man shine and make a name for himself in the White Cloud Sect... Now, the audition begins, this time The audition is no different from the past, to resist the pressure of the old man, it only takes a stick of incense time."

While speaking, an ordinary incense appeared in Lone Fang's hand. He didn't move, and the incense was lit directly.

Dugu Fang then threw the incense. The wooden sign of the incense was like gold and iron, and was directly inserted into the stone slab of the central ring, burning slowly.

"let's start."

With that said, an extremely powerful coercion was released from Dugufang's body, spreading in all directions, and finally slowly enveloped the entire Yanwu Square.

Immediately, the disciples participating in the competition felt a tightness in their chests. Many disciples turned pale on the spot, and some even coughed out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground and fainted.

Most of the cultivators who came to participate in the assessment were monks who practiced Qi at the fifth level or above, but there were always young and frivolous disciples in the outer sect who felt that they were special beings. I thought maybe I could become famous in one fell swoop.

There are many such disciples in each Dapai.

Obviously, they are not special. Under the pressure of Jindan, they can't even take a breath.

Compared with these people, although the cultivator of the fifth level of Qi practice generally feels dull in the chest, but if they run the spiritual energy to resist, they can still resist it.

The higher the cultivation base, the better the performance of the outer sect disciple. Facing such pressure, Lu Yi felt as if a breeze was blowing his face, and he hardly reacted.

He glanced at the people next to him, Wang Wulian and Lu Ling were very relaxed, and they didn't seem to react. Wang Xinqi was a little worse, and his face was a little pale, but compared to those monks who practiced Qi at the fifth and sixth levels, Wang Xinqi is already quite good.

At this moment, Lu Yi thought of something, and UU reading www.uukanshu.com said to himself: "I want to pass the audition."

Although he has already taken over the mission of the Great Competition, what if he can do another audition mission?

However, Lu Yi waited for a while, and the panel did not change. Obviously, he could not accept the task.

Lu Yi was a little regretful, but he didn't feel surprised. The gap was too big. According to his research on the task panel, the probability of success was not high.

Lu Yi no longer thought about it.

Over time, many cultivators of the fifth level of Qi practice swayed, making it difficult to stand firm, and even the fifth-level qi practitioner fell to the ground, unable to pass the audition.

Wang Wulian and Lu Ling also started to run their spiritual energy. They glanced at Lu Yi and were convinced. They were only practicing Qi at the seventh level, but they did not even need to run their spiritual energy, so they easily resisted the pressure of the Great Elder.

Soon, the time for a stick of incense was over, and the Lonely Fang dissipated the pressure. In the Yanwu Square, there were not even half of the disciples still standing.

Most of the disciples who practiced the fifth level of qi could not even pass the audition, and most of those who could pass the audition were above the fifth level of qi training.

Dugu Fang glanced at these disciples and felt a little disappointed. This time the quality of the outer door remained unchanged.

However, he was not too surprised, just opened his mouth and said: "The ones who passed the audition stay, the others, leave the Yanwu Plaza."

A group of failed outer disciples had bitter expressions on their faces, and helped each other out of the square, and the disciples who had fainted were also led away by acquaintances.

Soon, only the disciples who passed the audition were left in the entire square. Even so, there were still nearly 10,000 people, and the number can still be said to be extremely exaggerated.

In the past, each big competition would be held for several days, which was not unreasonable, after all, there were too many disciples in the White Cloud Sect.