On the huge square, eight high platforms had been built at some time. The high platforms were made of huge stones and occupied a circle of dozens of feet. These stone platforms were ten feet apart from each other and lined up in a row.

Chen Rui looked at it intently and found that each of the eight stone platforms had a word, namely the mysterious yellow heaven and earth, and the vast universe.

On the north edge of the square, there are dozens of seats placed.

The old man in charge flew in first and sat in the middle. Immediately afterwards, the three punishment elders, the three peak masters and the black-robed elders of each peak also took their seats.

In addition to these, thousands of outer disciples have been waiting in a corner of the square, waiting for the convening of this grand event of the Holy Sword Sect.

"Dang!" A crisp sound of bells and tripods echoed among the mist mountains, cheering everyone up and quieting down the originally noisy square for a while.

The old man in charge stood up, looked around all the disciples present, and said aloud: "Everyone, it has been more than 5,000 years since the beginning of the Holy Sword Sect, and it has declined to this day. As the head of the sect, I am quite ashamed."

"Walking against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat. In order to warn future generations and to support disciples with potential, our old ancestors have passed on the event of the Three Peaks' cultivation level exchange once a hundred years. Now it has been eighty times. This time, I hope you will show the results of this Jiazi's cultivation."

The old man in charge paused and said, "According to the rules, there are 86 people from the Holy Sword Peak, and 85 people from the Holy Spirit Peak and the Holy Rainbow Peak, forming a number of 256 to compete. Those who have passed one round will be given 5,000 grade spirit stones and ten flying swords. Those who have passed the second round will be given doubled, and so on. The first eight, with one grade spirit weapon and magic weapon, can enter the Taoist sect of each peak to choose a martial art. The first four are collected by the three peak masters as personal disciples. As for those who have won the first place in the competition, I personally accept them as disciples!"

"Ah!" The disciples of the Holy Sword Sect heard a burst of exclamation. The rewards for the conference were so generous.

All the disciples looked surprised, and many of them were eager to try.

Only Su Wuxi's face was as usual, and he quietly crushed the jade slip in his hand.

The old man in charge looked at everyone's reaction with satisfaction and continued: "The winner of the exchange meeting will win, and life and death will be in harmony with each other. If you lose, you can shout out the word "sacrifice", and someone will stop you from continuing the competition."

"Now, the disciples who represent each peak are out of the list."

Upon hearing this, the disciples who participated in the competition walked out one by one, and Chen Rui also walked out in Zhang Hao's shocked gaze.

The old man in charge nodded, shook his sleeves, and a huge smooth jade appeared in front of everyone.

"Everyone, take out your vouchers for the competition."

Hearing this, the disciples took out the jade slips with their own names. The moment they took them out, the smooth jade suddenly shone crystal light, and the jade slips in the hands of everyone flew out uncontrollably and stuck them onto the jade one by one.

The old man in charge made a trick and the light emitted by the jade became even stronger. After a long time, the light slowly disappeared.

Everyone looked at it and saw that the jade slips on the jade had been rearranged, which was a battle chart.

This battle table is divided into eight areas, with thirty-two players in each area. Only when you win in your respective areas can you be in the quarterfinals.

The order of the competition is also indicated above.

Chen Rui secretly praised this scene.

"Okay, according to their respective areas and the order of the competition, the competition can begin now."

For a 256-person competition, eight stone platforms will be divided into 16 batches, and Chen Rui was one of the first sixteen monks to take office.

Without hesitation, Chen Rui walked towards the Huangzi Stone Platform.

This is the easternmost point of the square. At first glance, there are already many disciples watching.

Chen Rui did not hesitate and used his flight technique to fly onto the stage. There was already an elder in black robe who closed his eyes and rested.

Although life and death are in harmony with the will of heaven, the cultivation world is prey on the weak, and even if one side admits defeat, it is difficult to guarantee that the other side will not kill. Therefore, the Holy Sword Sect has arranged a black-robed elder for each stone platform.

Soon, a blue-robed disciple flew onto the stage, at about thirty years old, with a pale face and no beard, looking at Chen Rui with a smile.

Chen Rui looked calm, but he bowed his hand and said, "Chen Rui, Holy Sword Peak."

The blue robe disciple smiled and said, "I'm going down the Holy Spirit Peak, please give me more advice."

Chen Rui's eyes flashed and he was on guard secretly. This person's cultivation level has reached the middle stage of foundation building and should not be underestimated.

As the two of them came on stage, some whispers gradually spread from the audience.

"The Holy Sword Peak has also declined, and a disciple from the early stage of foundation building actually participated in the competition."

"Yes, do you know who his opponent is? That's Xiao Dun, the smiling tiger of the Holy Spirit Peak. Although this person usually likes to smile at others, his methods are extremely cruel."

"Haha, it seems that I will win one game here first."

...

The disciples of the Holy Sword Sect who came to Huangzishishitai to watch the battle did not agree with these whispers.

Many people sneered, for fear that the smiling tiger would never laugh again.

"The competition begins!" The black-robed elder glanced at both sides and spoke in a deep voice.

As soon as the old man's words fell, Xiao Die's smile disappeared instantly, replaced by a cold and bloodthirsty expression.

He did not hesitate at all, his body shook, and his cultivation level in the middle stage of foundation building immediately exploded and he headed straight for Chen Rui.

When Xiao Dun approached Chen Rui less than ten feet away, he raised his hands and made gestures. A huge palm print transformed out and slapped Chen Rui directly.

Chen Rui's eyes were calm, but he raised his right hand and punched him at the palm print.

Under this punch, the entire Shitai's spiritual energy seemed to be in chaos.

Bang!

The huge handprint was then destroyed.

This scene immediately made the eyes of the people around, including the old man in black robe, shrink.

Chen Rui followed him to pat his storage bag, dozens of flying swords roared out and headed straight for Xiao Duan.

Xiao Duan's eyes were shocked, and a huge fire snake burst out in his hand and directly touched Chen Rui's flying sword.

Chen Rui did not hesitate at all and shouted in a low voice: "Explode!"

Dozens of flying swords exploded in one after another, and ring-shaped ripples hit out, directly blowing out the huge fire snake.

Xiao Duan snorted coldly and said sarcastically: "Your skill in the early stage of foundation building, you can't get out of Xiao's palms no matter how you do!"

Xiao Dun took a step back, slapped the storage bag, and a piece of plain yellow paper flew out directly.

Xiao Mian bit the tip of his tongue and sprayed a mouthful of blood mist at the yellow paper.

In an instant, the yellow paper flashed brightly, and a red light flew out of it, and shot straight into Chen Rui's heart.

Chen Rui's eyes condensed, and the red light was quite powerful and should not be underestimated.

Chen Rui quickly made a gesture, and as the mist floated up around him, he flipped his hand and took out a long sword.

While the long sword was tapped, he recalled the sword moves that Mu Chen used.

"Sword-raising style!"

A huge sword light shot out instantly, directly hitting the galloping red light.

"Puff!"

In the shocked eyes, the red light was split into two and flew backwards to both sides.

At the same time, the floating yellow paper broke into two pieces with a torn sound.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!