After the disciples of each sect crossed the Wutou Gate, they stomped down three floors, passed through the Changping Campus, and then gathered in a mighty force at the Jinglang Platform.
Amid the sound of drums, the four flags of factions towering into the sky beside Jinglan Terrace slowly came into view.
Five years ago, various factions in the Central Plains defeated the Yulong Divine Sect here. In order to commemorate the bravery of thousands of people who joined forces to fight against the enemy, the Wulin Alliance hereby rebuilt the burnt Jinglang Tower for heroes from all walks of life to compete with each other.
To the north of Jinglantai stands the Feiyan Yufeng Tower, which was built for watching martial arts.
The seats on the second floor have been laid out, waiting for the arrival of the leaders of each faction.
Nowadays, the three major sects, Ziyun, Qianlong, and Changkong, except for Yao Zizhang, the leader of the Ziyun Sword Sect, are still wandering around. The other two sects have sent their leaders to fight. It seems that they are bound to win the top spot this time.
The contestants sat down in groups of two or three beside the Jinglan Terrace. The colors of the robes were mixed together, and the sound of voices mixed with the thunderous drums made Clara Qiu feel that the noise was unbearable.
Not wanting to get mixed up in the bustling crowd, she slowly walked toward the back row near the wall, looking for a seat that was not next to the person next to her.
Frowning and crossing the noisy Nine Star Gun Gate, Clara Qiu finally found an unusually deserted seat in the last row.
She was excluded from the whole scene, and only a woman in black was sitting there quietly.
The woman looked about the same age as Clara Qiu. She had black hair tied up high and not a single hair was left behind. Looking down, because I lowered my head, I could only see a profile. The bridge of his nose is straight and sharp, and together with the corners of his stern mouth, he looks a bit repulsive to others.
At this time, the woman in black was wiping the stone platform with a silk cloth with her head down. Her movements were so careful and her expression so serious that she even wiped the cracks in the stone.
She was so particular about cleanliness that when she got off the stage, she would have to wipe the sword several times.
With this in mind, Clara Qiu silently sat at the far end of the bench. Fortunately, she likes to be clean and he likes to be quiet, so neither of them is next to the other, and there is no need to talk. They can just do their own things.
When she felt Clara Qiu sit down after taking pictures of the seat, she just turned her head slightly. Seeing that the other person was sitting a foot away from her, she turned her head again without any reaction.
After a while, when Clara Qiu was so bored that he started spinning the Wuqi sword in his hand, suddenly, the people in the front row started to make a noise.
Clara Qiu raised his eyes and heard the sound and saw that the leaders of each faction had passed the school grounds and were slowly coming towards Jinglan Terrace.
The flags symbolizing the majesty of each faction were hung high in the wind. Under the flags, three people walked steadily forward. The sound of drums shook the surroundings, and their robes fluttered in the wind.
There were two people walking behind him, one of whom had frost-stained temples and was wearing a long gown with a white magnolia pattern. With a majestic face and a calm expression, he is the leader of the Qianlong Sect who has been in office for over 20 years - Zhu Rongqian!
Zhu Rongqian is listed as one of the Seven Heroes and has countless talented disciples, so Qianlongmen's current position is almost on par with Ziyun Sword Sect.
And walking alongside him was the newly ascended leader of the Changkong Sect--Si Yusheng. Although this man was already thirty years old, he still looked like a profligate man, dressed in moon white and shaking his fan. Come.
Although there are no latecomers in the Changkong Sect, the Taixu Mental Technique, which is unique within the sect and can reshape the heart, should not be underestimated.
The one walking in front, wearing purple clothes and silver crown, was neither as mature and steady as Zhu Rongqian nor as careless as Si Yusheng. She had a gentle face and a hint of gentleness and reserve between her eyebrows. She was the current leader of the Wulin Alliance, the youngest in the history of the Ziyun Sword Sect, and the only female leader among the three sects...Ding Lingquan!
But when she saw the three people coming clearly, Clara Qiu wondered with some confusion, why no one came to the Gaoshui Villa that she met at the noodle stall that day?
The martial arts disciples also whispered among themselves. Apparently, they also had the same doubts.
The female Changkong Sect disciple who was closest to Clara Qiu asked the woman next to her in confusion: "Senior sister, who is coming from Gaoshui Villa... and why is he not here?"
The woman was wearing a gray shirt and a hairpin in her bun. She looked like she should be Wen Yan, the senior sister of the Changkong Sect. She stood upright and said to the girl who asked the question without squinting: "Among the three gates of the Wulin Alliance, there is no Gaishui Villa."
"The person who should be here is the young owner of the village, Elliot Yi."
"Her master, Jun Dorian Yun, was known for her ability to chase snow and cut through clouds and frost with her sword. She was once known as the "Heart of a Jade Pot"."
As she said this, she did not suppress her admiration in her heart, and said naturally: "I wonder what kind of extraordinary grace this young village owner known as "Zhuo Guangbi" has?"
"However, I heard that she is not feeling well today and cannot attend. She will go to Jinglantai to compete with others tomorrow."
As soon as she finished speaking, a man in gray shirt came in front of them.
He turned around from the front row with a frivolous look and a tone full of disdain.
"Sister, you are wrong."
"I see, if the young master doesn't come, he won't dare to come."
There was a lot of sarcasm in his words.
"Those sitting on the stage are all heroes of the time. This young master is just a weak woman, without the means of her parents, nor the grace of her master, but she happened to be born into a famous family. Is she worthy of sitting on the same level as the other three?"
This sentence made both of them frown. Even Clara Qiu looked over and glanced thoughtfully at the man who spoke.
If he wasn't related to the headmaster, how could Si Jingwen be worthy of being called "senior brother"? Thinking of this, the young disciple naturally said disdainfully: "Senior Brother Si is speaking frankly, but I don't know the name of that person who has a poor character and forced himself into the inner sect disciple by being related to him?"
Seeing that he was poked in a painful spot, Si Jingwen's face showed anger. But since it was difficult to have an attack in public, he just crossed his arms, gritted his molar teeth and replied, "What can I say, Junior Sister? Anyway, to put it bluntly, after Dorian Yun lost news, the situation in Gaishui Villa has long been over." , there is no successor, it is useless for you to praise this young village owner. "
She has little ability, but she is very arrogant. Upon hearing this, the young disciple sneered and said, "Okay, then let's see if you have any chance of winning if you meet her."
As soon as he finished speaking, Na Si Jingwen had not yet answered, but the silent senior sister suddenly said: "I would also like to see the Jingcong Sword of Gaoshui Villa."
Turning to look at the person who spoke such wild words with a calm face, the senior sister Wen Yan smiled subtly and said, "If the young master of the village can really use the Jingcong Sword with seven points of subtlety..."
"You'd better pray that you don't embarrass yourself on stage."
On the upper floor of Yufeng Tower, the three masters have taken their seats.
Ding Lingquan stood up and clapped her hands to stop the drums from beating downstairs. She smoothed her sleeves, took a few steps forward, stood in front of the railing of Yufeng Tower, and said to the audience in a loud voice: "The Heroes Contest has always been a major event in the Central Plains martial arts world!"
"Five years ago, although there were no heroes, the heroes from all walks of life defeated the Yulong Sect together, which brought peace to the Central Plains."
"And today I am gathering heroes from all over again for two reasons."
"Firstly, there hasn't been a new rising star on the list of heroes for a long time."
This second point is the main purpose of holding the group competition. So she paused, slightly put away her smile, and continued seriously: "Secondly, there are still three volumes of "Xiyuan Sword Technique" lost outside, among which the volume of Suzaku is said to be in Jiming Villa."
"Central Plains Wulin, you have to pay attention."
As soon as these words came out, everyone in the audience started to talk about it. Jiming Villa has become famous in the martial arts world in recent years, but it is not a good reputation.
Just because it is rumored that this village contains the most notorious killer organization in the Central Plains - Wan Guku.
Nowadays, the Wan Gugui has long since disappeared, but thinking about the elusive Jiming Villa, where no one even knows the identity of the owner, always makes people feel uneasy.
At this point, Ding Lingquan raised his hand and pointed directly at the Chaoguang List hanging high on the pillar, "So today we are recruiting heroes from all walks of life, and selecting the top four on the list to retrieve the lost sword book and solve the problem of the Central Plains martial arts world!"
These words were said in an impassioned and impassioned manner, seeming to add a bit of ambition and pride to the Central Plains martial arts community that had been dormant for five years. The disciples of all sects couldn't help but shout loudly.
Seeing the cheers getting louder and louder, Ding Lingquan smiled, then reached out her hand and pressed down, signaling everyone to stop cheering and listen to what she said next.
As her voice faded, she slowly took out a brocade box from behind her.
Everyone only felt a flash of sword light in front of their eyes. When they came to their senses, Ding Lingquan had taken out the contents of the box, picked them up with both hands, and said loudly: "But the martial arts alliance will not waste all the knights in vain."
The golden auspicious cloud pattern on the sword hilt is solemn and majestic, and the frost is sharp, revealing bursts of cold light. This was the sword that dominated the martial arts world forty years ago, when the sun was rising in martial arts - Sheng Qiu Feng.
With his right hand stroking the sword, Ding Lingquan listened carefully to the faint sound of the sword that could break hair, then he raised Sheng Qiu Feng, looked at the disciples of various sects in front of him expectantly, and said: "The winner can take back this Sheng Qiu Feng!"
Sheng Qiu Feng, ranked third on the Jianghu Sword Ranking, was a precious sword that was only one level behind Geng Xing Sword. Now that it was used as a competition chip, it really made all the sects salivate.
While everyone in the audience could not hide the excitement in their eyes, Ding Lingquan carefully put Sheng Qiufeng back into the brocade box, and then turned around to introduce the rules of the Heroes Competition.
"The Heroes Tournament will be held over three days."
"Win a game and earn a point on the leaderboard."
"In the first two days, the top five players on the list will be selected based on their scores."
"On the third day, the final winner will be decided."
With a "click", Ding Lingquan closed the brocade box and looked down at the people below the stage. She shouted slowly, "Then, I hope all the knights will not be stingy with their own abilities and let the Wumeng see the heroic figures of the children of the rivers and lakes in Zhongdu!"
Hearing this, the drummer raised his drumstick again, and when everyone's emotions were shaken to the highest level, he beat the standing drum.
"The drums are the signal, the heaven and earth are the name, the Zhongdu Heroes Competition officially begins!"
As soon as the words fell, the sound of drums and shouts could be heard.
With Sheng Qiu Feng preparing for it, and being able to leave his name on the highest Chaoguang list in the world, everyone in the audience could no longer hold back and wanted to rush to the stage immediately to compete with the opponent.
Just when everyone was eager to give it a try, Ziyun disciple Youyou, who announced the curtain, stood on the Jinglan Platform.
His appearance means that the opponents for the first match have been drawn.
After holding out the roster, Ziyun disciple cleared his throat, and while everyone in the audience held their breath, he slowly announced the person who would be facing off in the first game: "First game!"
"Rowan Yu versus Lin Ximu!"
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