Transmigration: A person in a martial arts world, cultivating to ascend to immortality

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, Tu Jianwu was stunned for a moment and didn't know how to speak. So he coughed lightly, turned his head, and gave a look to the female disciple sitting behind him.

The female disciple was named Yan Jiaojiao. She was dressed in a plain apricot-yellow dress, her jet-black hair was tied up high with an orange-red embroidered headband, and her angular face revealed a rare heroic spirit in a woman.

Noticing Tu Jianwu's gaze, Yan Jiaojiao immediately stood up, clasped her hands in a respectful greeting to the assembled elders, and then spoke:

"What Master Tu wants to say is that the age limit for sparring can be relaxed a little. If it is only twenty to thirty, it seems a bit unfair to those young talents under twenty or martial artists who have just turned thirty."

Upon hearing this, Lu Songlin's expression changed.

He had long felt that this competition was very strange, and now that Yan Jiaojiao made this suggestion, he immediately thought that the target the other party wanted to target or test was very likely their Lu family!

Among the Lu family, the only person who fits the revised proposal is Lu Jingchen, who has just turned eighteen.

Judging from the various unusual behaviors of the Xuehua faction today, this group of people may have joined the camp of a certain prince, just like their Lu family.

Upon hearing Yan Jiaojiao's suggestion, Du Ya stroked his beard and slowly said, "Limiting the age to between twenty and thirty is indeed a bit unfair. In my humble opinion, how about changing it to a range of fifteen to thirty-five? What do you all think?"

Yuan Ding, who had been silent all along, finally spoke up: "I think Elder Du's suggestion is quite good. Why don't we just settle on this? If we discuss it any further, the competition might not even have time to proceed."

Yu Qiu glanced at Shangguan Yulong, and seeing Shangguan Yulong shake his head slightly, he didn't say anything more.

"Alright! Let's change the age limit to 15 to 35. As for the remaining clauses, does anyone else have any objections?"

After Lu Xuan finished speaking, he looked at everyone again.

This time, no one held a different opinion.

Finally, to prevent a prolonged battle, Lu Xuan set the duration of each match to be the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

After an incense stick has burned, both sides must stop fighting, regardless of whether a winner has been determined. The outcome of the contest will be judged by Lu Xuan and the others seated at the head of the table, based on their performance during the exchange.

If the two players are evenly matched and it is difficult to determine who is better, then it is considered a draw.

After discussing everything, Lu Xuan didn't delay any longer. He stood up, circulated his inner energy, and read out the rules that had been set up to everyone.

Upon hearing this, the crowd immediately erupted into a heated discussion.

All the martial artists who wanted to participate in the sparring and met the requirements stood up from their seats and came to the center of the arena to wait for the servants of the Lu family to register their names.

The martial artists who had registered their names would not return to their seats, but would instead stand at the back of the arena and wait to go on stage.

Although there were more than 200 guests attending the birthday banquet, not many of them actually met the requirements and volunteered to participate in the competition.

Qi Changqing counted carefully and there were only twenty-six people in total.

Of these twenty-six people, he only recognized three. The first was Jiang Jihai, who was naturally there to help Lu Jingchen get out of trouble. The second was Tang Shuwen, with whom he had fought side by side. The last was Lu Jingchen, who puzzled him as to why he had volunteered to participate.

Qi Changqing also discovered that, in addition to Tang Shuwen and her fellow disciples standing with her, the disciples behind the elders of various sects who were sitting with Lu Xuan had also registered.

"Sir, didn't Brother Lu not want to reveal his strength? Then why did he take the initiative to go up and spar with others?"

Qi Changqing thought for a moment and then asked about the confusion that had been troubling him.

Jiang Yuchuan looked at Lu Xuan and his group sitting in front of the training ground and said with a smile, "Escape is not the way to make decisions; it only arouses suspicion. It's better to openly show yourself, which may dispel others' doubts. After all, this is just a friendly spar between peers, not a life-or-death struggle, so how much strength you want to show is entirely up to you."

"So that's it."

Qi Changqing nodded thoughtfully.

Jiang Yuchuan overheard every word of Lu Xuan and the others' conversation. After a moment's thought, he naturally saw through the trickery in the competition.

Therefore, Jiang Yuchuan was also very curious about how the upcoming competition would unfold, especially after Jiang Jihai, who was lurking in the shadows and ready to jump in and disrupt the situation at any moment, had infiltrated the competition.

Once all the martial artists who had signed up had completed their registration, Lu Xuan announced the start of the competition.

As soon as Lu Xuan finished speaking, a simply dressed, slightly overweight man walked onto the training ground with a squinting smile.

The man's name was Shi Jing, he was thirty-two years old, and he was a rogue cultivator.

After Shi Jing entered the arena, he immediately clasped his hands in a fist salute to the man at the very front of the waiting crowd, who was holding a long sword and resting with his eyes closed, and said with a smile:

"I have long admired Senior Brother Zuo Cheng of the Luoxia Sect. Today, I have the rare opportunity to extend an invitation to Senior Brother Zuo. I wonder if Senior Brother Zuo would do me the honor of exchanging blows with me?"

Zuo Cheng opened his eyes and looked at Shi Jing, who was smiling at him, his brows furrowing slightly.

To be honest, he didn't want to accept Shi Jing's challenge. After all, regardless of winning or losing, each person could only go on stage twice. He didn't want to waste these two precious opportunities on this unknown rogue cultivator who had nothing to do with him. Besides, he had a more important task to complete.

However, when he participates in this competition, he represents not only himself, but also the Luoxia Sect. Therefore, if he refuses the challenge from a rogue cultivator without even thinking, he will inevitably attract criticism and lose face for the sect.

"Alright, then so be it!"

Considering this, Zuo Cheng had no choice but to use up one of his chances. With a cold face, he moved to the opposite side of Shi Jing.

Upon hearing Zuo Cheng's words, Shi Jing's smile widened, and he once again clasped his hands in a fist salute to Zuo Cheng, saying, "I am Shi Jing, and I humbly request your guidance, Senior Brother Zuo."

The Left Chancellor looked coldly at Shi Jing, who was all smiles, and his anger rose. Without saying anything more, he drew his sword and attacked.

In terms of cultivation level alone, Zuo Cheng and Shi Jing are evenly matched, both being at the early stage of first-class level.

However, judging from their talents, Zuo Cheng, who comes from the Luoxia Sect, is clearly superior, because Shi Jing appears to be much older than Zuo Cheng.

Of course, these factors will not have a significant impact on the final result of the competition; everything will depend on their performance on the day.

The opening act, a duel between two top-tier masters, instantly ignited the enthusiasm of the audience on both sides.

Under the Left Chancellor's fierce and ruthless swordplay, Shi Jing, who did not use any weapons, was suppressed from the very beginning of the fight.

However, if one has a keen eye, one can see that Shi Jing, who seems to be completely overwhelmed and powerless to fight back, has not actually suffered any real damage. His expression is not panicked at all; he is still smiling, as if he has everything under control.

Furthermore, when defending against Zuo Cheng's continuous sword attacks, a thin layer of golden light would always emerge from Shi Jing's body.

It was these fleeting golden lights that completely blocked the Left Chancellor's sharp sword energy.

"The Buddhist 'Golden Body Protection Technique'!"

Du Ya stared intently at the layers of golden light that kept emanating from Shi Jing's body, a sharp glint flashing in his seemingly cloudy eyes.

"I never expected to find a lay disciple of the Great Buddha Temple among my juniors today. It has truly broadened my horizons!"