1 bloodline per second, awaken the ancient holy body, I will rule forever

While a few people were chatting, the venue was filled with a vast sea of ​​sect members.

Qin Mu and his companions, dressed as ordinary disciples, undoubtedly stood out in the venue because they seemed out of place.

Countless pairs of slightly interested eyes were cast towards Qin Mu and the others, some showed disdain, while others felt it was a pity.

"Haha, the ordinary disciples are getting worse every year..."

"I really don't know what these guys are doing here. Wouldn't it be nice to be an ordinary disciple and be supported by the sect?"

"By the way, has the disciple who fought Wang Dahai and Huang Gongfu arrived? That guy is pretty good!"

Everyone started talking about it. All the ordinary disciples combined were not enough to make even one inner disciple care.

But Qin Mu's reputation began to rise, and among ordinary disciples, he could still be looked up to by the inner disciples.

But what Qin Mu didn't notice was that in the crowd, a pair of eyes were constantly scanning, trying to find his location.

At this time, an elder in charge of the competition walked onto the empty stage in the venue. He gathered profound energy in his lower abdomen and unleashed a Lion's Roar.

"The Sword Sect Competition is about to begin. Before that, all participating disciples must know the competition rules!"

"The competition is extremely important. If you violate the rules, you will be disqualified at best, or expelled from the sect at worst!"

The sect competition is the best opportunity for the Sword Sect to select talents, and it is also an important moment to increase the foundation of the Sword Sect.

The first and foremost rule of the sect competition is that you cannot arbitrarily beat or kill your fellow disciples, and you cannot secretly collude to influence the results of the sect competition.

There was once a disciple who formed a clique for personal gain and used crystals to force the top few disciples to admit defeat, which eventually affected the sect's judgment.

Since then, the Sword Sect has been very cautious about sect competitions and even issued a clear order prohibiting such incidents from happening again.

The fellow disciples that each disciple faces are random, and the order of the opponents is randomly arranged by the magic array at the venue for the fight.

Every three people compete in a competition, and only one person can win. Until the top twenty people, they will compete in pairs to determine the ranking.

Both new disciples and former disciples can compete for rankings, but only new disciples can receive rewards from the sect.

For the sake of vanity, even if there is no reward, the older generation of disciples still want to compete for a ranking so that they can show off in the future.

"Okay, now activate the magic circle. All the disciples who have received their numbers for the competition, please wait for the magic circle to call you!"

When the elder finished his introduction, he leaped down to the stage. Immediately, Qin Mu felt the flow of profound energy in the venue.

"I'm so nervous. I wonder who I might run into."

"Don't let me run into the older brothers from the inner sect, or I'll be defeated before I can even handle a single move!"

"Brother Qin, do you think you can get a good ranking this time?"

Several ordinary disciples began to pray. Although they knew that they were not capable enough, they did not want to admit defeat after going on stage.

They placed all their hopes from the ordinary disciples on Qin Mu, hoping that Qin Mu would get a good ranking so that they would have something to talk about in the future.

In response to this, Qin Mu smiled faintly and said nothing. In fact, he didn't know what level he could perform at, or what kind of strength the opponent he would meet would have.

But no matter what, Qin Mu was determined to enter the inner gate, but he also didn't want to be too ostentatious and reveal too much of his cards.

You must know that once the secret of the ancient holy body is discovered, it will be hard to tell whether it will be a blessing or a disaster!

At this moment, a glimmer of light flashed in Qin Mu's hand, and with the recognition of the venue's magic circle, he got the match number: 325.

However, there were too many people at the scene, and Qin Mu couldn't find who the disciple No. 325 was. He could only wait for someone to call him and the disciple to come on stage.

On the other side of the venue, several inner disciples gathered together, each holding the number they needed to face.

Before starting, several people were discussing that they needed to determine the task well so that the work could proceed more smoothly.

"We can't find Qin Mu right now, but we can't let our guard down. If we meet him, we won't let him off easily!"

"Although beating and killing are strictly prohibited, I think you can still destroy most of his Dantian, right?"

"This is Senior Sister Nalan's instruction. You must know that Senior Sister Nalan is the Holy Son's person. You must not be careless!"

The inner disciples whispered instructions and asked them seriously to remember the tasks they had to do. They dared not slack off regarding Nalan Ruo's instructions!

"Of course. As long as it concerns the Holy Son, we will not neglect it. We can do things for him in the future, right?"

"Senior Sister Nalan is really something. Why is a mere ordinary disciple so cautious? Wouldn't it be better to just give instructions and go directly to the ordinary disciples to kill them?"

Several inner disciples were somewhat disdainful. In their opinion, they were just ordinary disciples. No matter how talented they were, how high could they be?

Even after entering the inner gate, such people still have a low status, and they cannot be killed at will.

"Alright, everyone, don't be careless. If you do well this time, Senior Sister Nalan will reward you with crystal stones!"

The leading disciple gave his final instructions and then sat back in his seat, waiting to be called from the meeting place.

The competition then began, and after beams of light lit up, many disciples were teleported to the stage.

When three people are fighting in a melee, you have to distract yourself a lot. Not only do you have to take the best attack, but you also have to make proper defense.

In every competition, the mysterious energy on the stage collides violently. Fortunately, there is a formation to support it, otherwise the venue would have been damaged.

Qin Mu also gained experience while sitting at the table, and found that each battle would not last more than an hour.

As long as they can hold on for an hour, they will be the most likely to win among the three. This time is also the time when the Xuan Qi is exhausted.

However, what made Qin Mu laugh and cry was that during the competition, several ordinary disciples around him were summoned in advance, but all of them lost the chance to be promoted.

There was even a disciple who, upon discovering that both opponents were disciples of the older generation, simply raised his hands in surrender without wasting any of his Xuan Qi!

"If this gets back to their family, won't everyone laugh their heads off?"

When Qin Mu thought of this, he thought of the vicious Qin family. He was afraid that the family would wish that he would be reduced to a servant!

He secretly clenched his fists. This time he wanted to prove it to Elder Ying, and also to let Nalan Ruo, who had not appeared yet, see that no one could stop his rise!

At this moment, a graceful black figure appeared in the venue, as ethereal as a bird.

This is a girl dressed in black. The thin belt around her waist outlines her tight figure, and all the curves are clearly visible.

But the girl’s expression was not that charming. Her eyebrows were tightly furrowed and her lips were tightly pursed, as if she was crying out for eternal sorrow.

Qin Mu had never seen a member of the opposite sex who could combine cuteness and sadness so perfectly. When he glanced sideways, he found that many people were attracted by the girl on the stage.

"Shu Ran! Shu Ran is here again!"

"I really don't know what Xu Shuran is going to do. She has to participate in every competition, but she doesn't get any rewards?"

"Nonsense, she needs a reward? She wants to get whatever the first place winner gets. Besides, with so many people here, who would dare to hurt her?"

"Who can hurt her?"