Chapter 128

"I am Liu Ming, an elder of the Thousand Bamboo Sect's Law Enforcement Hall. The spirit vein residence spots given up this time originally belonged to our Thousand Bamboo Sect, so this competition will be personally judged by me.

This competition is very simple. All families send people up to draw lots to select numbers. Adjacent numbers will compete, starting from one and two, and so on, until the final two are decided. Any family whose representative loses will not have a second chance.

If any family does not recognize this rule, you can propose it now. Otherwise, I will assume you all agree." After the Confucian scholar retracted his aura, he announced expressionlessly.

The family heads and clansmen on all the stone platforms were silent.

"Very good. Now, begin drawing lots." Liu Ming nodded with satisfaction, then flicked his sleeve, and a pale yellow bamboo tube flew out from it, filled with dense bamboo sticks. It flew to each stone platform one by one.

Every time it reached a stone platform, someone would fly up, randomly draw a bamboo stick from the tube, and once they returned to their clansmen, it would cause a burst of whispering.

In the blink of an eye, the bamboo tube flew to the stone platform where Wang Yu and the others were. After Yin Linglong and the Yu family head looked at each other from afar, they drew a bamboo stick from the tube one after another and flew down.

"Husband, look?"

Yin Linglong handed it over.

Wang Yu took a glance and saw a pale silver 'thirty-six' written on the bamboo stick.

"How many families are participating in the competition this time?" Wang Yu swept his gaze over the people on other stone platforms and asked.

"I just checked. There are sixty-four families in total. Almost every family is participating." Yin Linglong said solemnly.

"So that means we have to go through five rounds of competition to finally decide the final two." Wang Yu calculated and said slowly.

"That is indeed the case. But this kind of competition also depends on luck in some aspects. If one can go all the way without encountering a strong enemy and directly enter the final two, it is not impossible." Yin Linglong frowned slightly and said.

"Haha, I hope that person is me." Wang Yu laughed upon hearing this.

At this time, the Yu family head in the distance showed the bamboo stick in his hand to Gu Lian. After the two conversed in low voices for a while, Gu Lian walked directly toward Wang Yu and asked with a smile:

"Brother Yu here drew number thirteen. I wonder what number Fellow Daoist Wang has here."

"Number thirty-six. It seems there is no chance for you and me to spar in the short term." Wang Yu reported his number and replied calmly.

"Haha, that's true. However, as long as you and I can fight to the mid-stage, there is still a great chance to cross hands." Gu Lian said with a light laugh.

Wang Yu nodded and didn't say anything more.

Because at this time, Liu Ming above the martial arts arena had already announced the start of the competition.

Immediately, two people flew out from the stone platforms in two directions and landed on both sides of the martial arts arena.

One was an inconspicuous gray-haired old man who looked to be in his sixties, holding only a thin sword. The other was a youth who looked to be in his twenties, with handsome features and a tall, straight figure, but he was holding a black round bowl in his hand.

The Confucian scholar in the air formed seals with one hand and pointed at the ground below. The surrounding banners instantly buzzed, and colorful inscriptions lit up on the banner surfaces. A semi-transparent giant light shield emerged, covering the entire martial arts arena beneath it.

Clearly, the competition between the two sides would be held within this restriction.

"Begin."

Liu Ming in the air gave an order.

The youth within the light shield below immediately held the round bowl high and chanted incantations.

Instantly, bursts of blue light glowed on his body, and at the same time, streams of clear water surged out from the round bowl. Swept into the blue light, they spun crazily, transforming into layers of surging water curtains, wrapping the youth tightly.

Seeing this, the gray-haired old man held his thin sword horizontally in front of him and walked toward the opposite side expressionlessly.

"Whoosh," "Whoosh."

Several blue water arrows suddenly shot out from the water curtain, but the old man waved the thin sword in his hand, chopping them to pieces one by one, his footsteps not stopping at all.

"Go."

Seeing this, the youth in the water curtain did not hesitate to urge the artifact in his hand. The water curtain swirling in front of him instantly rolled back, transforming into a giant wave several zhang high, directly sweeping the gray-haired old man who was walking over into it.

But the next moment, a muffled "Bang" sound came.

The giant wave instantly dissipated and vanished. The gray-haired old man stood in place holding the thin sword, but the handsome youth was already lying on the ground, unconscious.

"Number one wins."

Liu Ming in the air announced without hesitation, then pointed with the short ruler in his hand, opening the restriction below.

On the stone platform outside, the many cultivation families were in a commotion upon seeing this.

"Husband, what happened? I didn't see anything, and the winner was decided." Yin Linglong also asked Wang Yu in surprise.

"Such fast movements. The thin sword in that person's hand has something strange about it. When he was swept into the giant water, the thin sword suddenly became longer and softer. By the way, that's not a thin sword; it should be a whip. One lash whipped the opponent unconscious." Wang Yu had instantly activated his overclocking mode just now and replied with a strange look.

"What, that's a whip?" Yin Linglong was extremely surprised upon hearing this and couldn't help but stare fixedly at the thin sword in the old man's hand.

At this time, the old man carried his weapon and flew slowly back to his clansmen, greeted by a burst of cheers.

"This person is not simple. I'm afraid he didn't even use half of his strength just now." At this time, the purple-robed man on the other side also looked at the old man with great interest, muttering to himself.

"Is this person that terrifying?" The Yu family head beside him asked with a slightly changed face.

"Very terrifying. There wasn't a single superfluous movement. Except for casting the Water-Avoiding Art when he was swept into the giant water, he didn't waste a bit of mana. It seems this person is aiming for the final spot, so he deliberately kept his mana from being wasted." Gu Lian said indifferently.

"Then Brother Gu, you..."

"Rest assured, although this person is very strong, it is not difficult for me to win." Gu Lian said confidently.

"That's good. This competition can only rely on Brother Gu." The Yu family head breathed a sigh of relief and cupped his hands again.

"Hehe, rest assured, since I have taken so many spirit stones from your Yu family, I will naturally go all out. There are many strong people in this competition, which is also a very good tempering for me." The purple-robed man said with a smile.

"Number three, number four."

Liu Ming read the numbers in the high air.

Immediately, two more people flew out from the stone platforms and landed on the martial arts arena.

This time, the two were middle-aged men.

One was wearing a silver robe, covered in jewels, holding a silver giant shield in one hand and a thick stack of talismans in the other.

The other was barefoot, wearing tattered clothes, holding only a seemingly broken, greenish copper mirror in his hand.

"Begin."

The Confucian scholar above activated the restriction after casting the spell and gave another order.