Junior sister took first place again

Immortal Jiyun said the word "start" calmly, and then spoke calmly:

"We have gathered all the disciples of the sect here today to announce the opening of the Cangwu Secret Realm in three months."

Immortal Master Jiyun's simple and direct words made thousands of disciples' faces flash with surprise and excitement, and the atmosphere in the field was so heated that it was about to burn.

He continued, "The Cangwu Secret Realm is opening ahead of schedule this time, and the rules have changed compared to the past."

Everyone looked at the sect leader with bright eyes, but the audience remained silent.

Of course, in addition to the disciples' respect for the sect leader, the main reason was that although Immortal Master Jiyun looked no different from usual, his spiritual pressure had already spread across the two squares of the inner and outer gates.

This did not cause any adverse effects on the disciples, but simply allowed everyone to hear what he said clearly and prevented them from whispering to each other.

Immortal Master Jiyun continued to announce the new rules:

"This year's Secret Realm quota is one thousand more than in previous years. Each state has one thousand quotas, and the Xuanling Sect has been allocated a total of four hundred quotas."

"That is, two hundred Foundation Establishment disciples, one hundred and fifty Core Formation disciples, and fifty Yuanying disciples."

"Because the secret realm opened twenty-five years earlier, the major sects and aristocratic families placed a lot of treasures in each area. Combined with the output of the secret realm over the past five hundred years, after entering the secret realm, the disciples of each sect and aristocratic family will be able to obtain it."

Hearing this, the disciples below were so excited that their faces began to turn red, and their bright eyes showed a gleam of determination to win.

Upon seeing this, Immortal Master Jiyun said in a serious tone:

"And the most important point is that all the disciples participating in the Cangwu Trial will be sent to the Abyss or the northern border for three years of training after the secret realm closes!"

After Immortal Master Jiyun finished speaking, the disciples' fanatical minds calmed down a little, but the atmosphere was still enthusiastic.

Upon seeing this, the chief monks and elders nodded secretly.

Immortal Master Jiyun also looked at the crowd below with satisfaction, raised his hand to stroke his beautiful beard, and finally said concisely:

"The border is bitterly cold, so after we get through this, we will distribute the same amount of spirit stones to the disciples as the regular garrison troops on a monthly basis. This will be distributed together with the sect's monthly meeting."

"In the next fifty days, after careful consideration, each of you will recommend yourselves to the elders of each peak. Once the list is collected, everyone will compete for the final selection at the Sword Arena in two months."

After Immortal Master Jiyun finished speaking, Wen Xingzhou, who was standing beside Immortal Master Qinglian, stepped forward, announced the names of the elders in charge of registration from each peak one by one, and then stepped back.

Finally, the sect leader encouraged the disciples with a few words, withdrew his spiritual power and let the disciples disperse.

However, at this moment, everyone was still gathered in the square in twos and threes, discussing whether they should sign up or go to the Lingxiao Peak arena to watch Senior Ning's fight.

"Are you guys stupid? The elders are right there, and we can't run away. Haven't we had a chance to sign up in dozens of days? The training grounds aren't like the sword arena, which can accommodate countless spectators. I'm leaving first, hahahaha!"

Suddenly, a clear voice was heard in the square. When the disciples looked over, the disciple from Piaomiao Peak had already flown far away, leaving only a blurry silhouette. Judging from his speed, it was obvious that he was a cultivator with wind spiritual roots.

As soon as these words were spoken, some people controlled various magic weapons and rushed towards the martial arts training ground.

"I'm sorry, junior sisters. I have something to talk to you about next time. Goodbye!"

"Nephew, I have something else to do suddenly, so we can discuss this later."

"Ahem, Junior Brother..."

"Brother, stop talking. I have something important to do!"

As he was speaking, the person had already flown away.

"Wait for me, young people have no martial ethics!"

His senior brother chased after him and shouted.

For a moment, it looked like a large, dark, colorful cloud was floating across the sky above the square.

By the time these fellow disciples arrived at the martial arts training ground at Lingxiao Peak, the outermost wall and the dozens of meters high trees surrounding the wall were already packed with people.

It took a lot of effort to find a small gap and squeeze in.

Ning Jiasheng and Wang Zhenzhen were standing face to face on the rectangular stone platform in the center of the martial arts training ground. The entire stone platform was made of high-quality tungsten crystal stone, a little over one meter above the ground, and about five or six hundred square meters.

If you fall to the ground for ten breaths or fall out of the range of the stone platform, you lose.