Chapter 453
Chapter 453
The arena was not a common flat surface, but a round transparent sphere with a diameter of no less than a hundred feet. The walls of the ball were rippled with light, and spiritual patterns flickered in and out.
This spherical arena is formed by the power of the formation, and the internal space is the range of the formation. When the candidates fight, if one of them is about to suffer fatal injuries, the elders will first come to the rescue. If the elders fail to rescue, they will be excluded from the arena. Going out is a double guarantee for the candidates' lives. Whether he is saved by the elders or kicked out of the ring, it is considered a failure.
All the candidates in the sphere are already in place, and everyone is standing on the same level in the air, keeping a certain distance from everyone else.
There are many spectators around the ring, but since there are no viewing seats, everyone is flying in the air to find their own position to watch. They are scattered far and near, high and low, which makes it seem that there are not that many people.
Jing Yingrong heard someone calling her, and following the call, she saw that it was Zhao Jinxu. He stood on a small patch of suspended sand, very eye-catching.
There was a thin layer of sand, and the white gravel kept falling, and the bright stardust that turned into flying stars gradually dissipated, but the sand itself did not decrease.
"Are you coming to see Yin Xueze?"
Jing Yingrong fell to the sand and asked.
Zhao Jinxu smiled and answered yes, then asked: "Sister, who are you here to see?"
Jing Yingrong: "Look at them all."
She lowered her head to look at the delicate white ground, rubbing her toes, and the gravel made a rustling sound under her feet.
This is not a magic weapon or flying vehicle, but an entity made of pure formation power.
Zhao Jinxu stretched out a hand, and there was a small tadpole-like object lying in his palm.
He pointed to his left ear, then pointed to the spherical arena, and said, "You can listen to the sounds inside."
There was a similar object stuffed in his left ear. Jing Yingrong took the "tadpole" and scanned around, discovering that several elders serving as invigilators and referees were also wearing this object in one ear.
Like them, she put the head of the "tadpole" into one ear, and suddenly a flood of sound flooded into her ear.
The elder's voice when he read out the rules was as clear as if he was right next to his ears, but the volume did not increase. There were light or heavy, rapid or slow breathing sounds from various candidates in the background, but it didn't seem noisy. There is also some dialogue -
"Junior sister, let's work together to get Senior Brother Wang out first."
"No, if we want to join forces, we must first attack Senior Sister Zou. She has a problem with me."
"Senior brother, can we discuss it?"
"Qiu, you can't hit me later, you still owe me spiritual stones!"
"It's easy to be targeted if you fight alone. I have formed a team with Junior Brother Qin. Senior Sister, do you want to come too?"
In these conversations, some seek cooperation, some threaten and intimidate, and some discuss tactics. They are all transmitted by divine consciousness, but they can all be heard clearly through the "tadpole".
Even if you don't know the speaker, "Tadpole" can help people naturally identify the speaker of each sentence.
"Oh, monitoring! Is this also part of the exam?" Ji Yanzhu asked.
Jing Yingrong made the three spirits hear the voice in "Tadpole" together.
Ji Jie Bi: "It shouldn't affect the exam results, but it will affect the sect's evaluation of them. Oh, some of them are quite smart, and they have formed a small group in a short time."
Ji Sha Sword: "Hey, only the weak like to chatter. People who are strong enough don't need to talk nonsense at all."
Ji Yanzhu: "Brain is also a kind of strength. If you don't have it, it doesn't count."
"Ah?! You don't either!"
Outside, Zhao Jinxu was teaching Jing Yingrong how to use "tadpole":
"There is a miniature magic circle inside it, which communicates with the arena. Senior sister, you can use your spiritual consciousness to do this. In this way, you can adjust the sound and choose the person you want to listen to. You can also block the sound of their battle later and listen to the human voice alone."
Jing Yingrong adjusted the "tadpole" and asked: "Did you make it?"
Zhao Jinxu nodded, smiled, and said, "I also arranged the arena." During the conversation, the elder read out the rules and announced the start of the martial arts test.
Someone rushed to the top of the ring immediately, their beautiful eyes turned into frost and turned into swords, grabbing countless gazes.
That was Lan Chucui. She occupied the commanding heights of the arena, drew her bow and fired several arrows, instantly shooting several monks out of the arena.
Seeing those few people lose their qualifications, everyone now felt like they were in a melee.
In an instant, the spherical arena was like thousands of fireworks blooming, the yin and yang collided with the five elements, and the magical auras interlaced and exploded, making it dizzying for everyone to see.
Then he saw black flames rising from the sky, spears flying like dragons, and flying away many enemies, sweeping out a vacuum in the crowd.
Yin Xueze glanced coldly and immediately set his sights on a new target.
During the selection process, the cultivation level was limited to the level of Transformation God, and the other party was one of the only Yuanying Perfection cultivators among the candidates.
All the candidates were afraid of this man's cultivation and avoided his sharp edge, so he was leisurely watching the battle with his hands behind his hands, but they never expected that a black light rushed towards him, and a dark spear was stabbed in the chest with Ming Yan!
At this time, in another part of the arena, Shu Pinghui was surrounded by a small group of four people.
She snatched one person's magic weapon with her bare hands and smashed it on the other person's head. She turned around and gave the other person a fatal kick. Then she clenched her fist and hit the third person. The third person hit the fourth person and they flew out of the ring together. .
She beat the four of them out in one go without even using her spiritual power. This scene scared no one around her and dared to get close to her, but it attracted enemies from further away.
"Little Junior Sister! Physical training is good, but it's not enough! Watch carefully, this is called physical training!"
A strong man with a bald head roared like a lion, his muscles were made of copper and iron, and he charged towards him with a giant fist.
Suddenly, a ringing sound echoed in his head, and he felt dizzy, his eyes blackened, and his consciousness stung.
When he came to his senses, he was already outside the ring.
Shu Pinghui pouted and fiddled with the golden bell on her wrist.
"Who are you practicing with?"
The bottom of the ring suddenly ignited with brilliant golden flames. The fire became more and more fierce, forcing people to flee upwards. The temperature rose sharply, as if everyone was going to be cooked in one pot.
"Want to deal with all of us? You have too much appetite!"
The crowd, tortured by golden flames and high temperatures, aimed at the initiator of all this. Figures rushed forward one after another, and were spit out by the ring before the golden sword penetrated their bodies.
There were so many opponents that Wu Yaochen just waved his sword and didn't bother to identify who was facing him. As he was fighting, he heard someone shout:
"Young master, show mercy, it's me, it's me!"
The man held the Emperor's Sword with a red mace and said quickly:
"I'm also a member of the Di Rong tribe! I started one year earlier than you. I even teased you when you were a kid. You can call me aunt according to your seniority."
Wu Yaochen was distracted to detect her aura, and found out that she was indeed practicing the Emperor Rong Clan's technique.
He raised a smile and said, "Hello, Auntie."
As soon as the other party grinned, he slapped it with his palm.
"Auntie, go slowly and come back next time."
The battle went on very quickly, and within just a moment of burning incense, the number of people remaining in the ring was already close to the quota.
A monk used mysterious body skills to dodge the incoming arrows several times and approached Lan Chucui in an instant.
Just as he was looking happy to make the opponent lose the long-range advantage, he saw the opponent raise the long bow and draw it in a round direction——
boom!
After Yin Xueze knocked the previous man out of the ring, he found another monk who was also a perfect Nascent Soul monk, and without saying a word, he picked up a gun and started fighting.
As soon as they fought, the opponent knew he was outmatched and turned around to retreat. He pursued decisively, but was blocked by the golden light that shot out halfway.
"It's so boring to beat them, why don't you try with me?"