The old man was wearing a blue Taoist robe, and he was the director of the Zhenling Academy, the real person Xuanyong of the Dan Forging Period.

This Taoist Master Xuanyong looked kind and approachable, and was very respected by the disciples of other courtyards and professors. He was standing on the ring, with two middle-aged monks dressed in Taoism standing beside him.

Taoist Master Xuanyong smiled and said, "Disciples practice hard, and you all lead the team to make an indelible contribution!"

All the immortals hurriedly thanked.

Master Xuanyong pointed to the two people beside him and said, "You think you know these two, but the disciples below are afraid they don't know them, so I will introduce them."

After saying that, he pointed to the tall and thin monk on his left and said, "This is Zhenren Xuansu." Then he pointed to the red-faced monk on his right and said, "This is Zhenren Xuance."

All the disciples were shocked. They were actually two real people!

These disciples are the only real person in the other academy's elixir stage, and Dean Xuanyong is rare to see. Most of the disciples have only seen each other once in the five-year competition. This time, three real people came here, so why don't the disciples excited? If they perform well in the competition and are favored by any real person, they can immediately become an inner disciple, and the hemolysis period is in sight.

Lu Ping looked at the three real people on the stage. Although he admired them very much, he kept a hint of clarity in his heart. The three real people visited a contest between blood refining cultivators. It seemed that this contest was indeed extraordinary!

But what Lu Ping couldn't understand was that what could be done for real people in the Dan Forging Stage to pay attention to the competition of these little blood-refining cultivators?

After more than 200 disciples draw lots, they will fight each other. The competition location is on eight small arenas. The top 128 will be decided in the first round, two rounds a day, and the top 64 will be decided on the first day.

Small shields were raised from eight small rings. Lu Ping knew that this was a use of a formation, which could prevent attacks below the hemolysis stage from accidentally injuring people outside the ring.

On each ring, a fairy chief with a hemolysis stage hosted the battle.

Zhenren Xuanyong was not long-winded and announced the start of the competition directly. The disciples went to a can with red and blue bamboo sticks under the central arena to draw lots.

Lu Ping did not expect his luck to get a bye, but he did not draw seniors like the eighth level of Blood Refining and the ninth level. After all, more than half of these more than 200 people have the cultivation level of the seventh level of Blood Refining.

Lu Ping's opponent in the first round was a disciple of the 12th Team in the mid-stage 7th blood refining level. This disciple looked younger than Lu Ping, about fifteen years old, tall and thin, with a childish look on his face.

Li Sheng does have a proud capital. He is only fifteen years old this year and has reached the mid-stage of the seventh level of blood refining. In terms of cultivation, he is not only talented, but also hardworking is no worse than other disciples. Not only his family, but also the immortal captain of the square team praised him for having almost no problem entering the hemolysis stage.

Among the second-level disciples, there are five geniuses, namely Lin Sheng, the fifth-level team Zhao Lang, the seventh-level team Shi Lingling, the fourteenth-level team Leng Qian, and the eighth-level team Qian Fei, these five people are known as "five shows". They are all figures on the eighth-level and nineth-level blood refining, because these five people entered the seventh level of the late blood refining stage before they were fourteen years old.

Li Sheng always thought that he was the "sixth show" of these five people. This time, he heard the sect's generous rewards. The family prepared a top-notch low-level magic weapon and many talismans for him. He was very rich. He was even more ambitious and realized that even if he met a senior at the eighth level of blood refining, he could win it. Even ordinary disciples at the ninth level of blood refining are not allowed to fight.

So when this ordinary 16 or 17-year-old disciple of the seventh-level blood refining disciple stood in front of Lu Ping, Li Sheng naturally thought that this was a stepping stone for his advancement to the next round.

Lu Ping looked at the half-aged child and smiled for no reason. He pulled out his upper-level magic weapon, made a "hemolysis bone refining sword" worthy of hand, and said to Li Sheng: "School, please!"

Li Sheng saw Lu Ping using this basic sword technique, which shows that he was also an ordinary disciple with no family background. His face was even more contemptuous. With a "clang clang", he took out a top-level magic weapon and made a starting move of a set of kung fu handed down by the family. He thought to himself that his father said that the "Twenty-Four Swords of the Wind" were quite powerful in the Blood Refining Period. He was probably not even heard of this sword technique like an ordinary disciple without a background.

Lu Ping had never seen this sword technique before. He just looked at this little monk who was like a child showing off his toys, and found it very ridiculous. However, he still noticed the dangers contained in it through this strange sword pose.

Li Sheng flashed the top-level magic weapon in his hand, and a white light flashed like a training-like sword. Lu Ping suddenly felt a magic power hidden in the white light emitted by the magic weapon, and quickly came towards his face. His moves were not old, and his face was cut and painful.

Lu Ping calmly responded to the challenge and turned around to dodge the white light. The magic weapon in his hand also cut a sword energy back towards Li Sheng's wrist.

Li Sheng did not care at all. Relying on the sharpness of the magic weapon, he pushed Lu Ping's magic weapon to the side, pinched a hand gesture with his left hand, and muttered something in his mouth. A flame rose up. After Lu Ping's magic weapon was separated, he was caught off guard.

Unexpectedly, when the two magic weapons were connected, Li Sheng suddenly felt a strong magic power spread to his magic weapons. After a while, he was not able to do so. Not only did he not set off the opponent's magic weapons, but he was pushed back two steps in a row before he could resolve the problem.

The flame technique in his hand was rushed by this magic power and was scattered. Lu Ping easily avoided it. The flames that spread out made Lu Ping's simple Qingfeng technique blow completely.

The contempt on Li Sheng's face suddenly restrained a lot. This person's magic power was so strong that he was not inferior to him. It seemed that some of them had hit him. However, thinking of his wealth in his storage bag, Li Sheng immediately became much more confident.

Lu Ping looked at the soybean-sized gap cut from the sword edge of the top-grade magic weapon in his hand, and couldn't help but smile bitterly. The magic weapon was held in his hand for only three months, and he suffered such a heavy blow after only two battles.

The magic weapon in Li Sheng's hand was crossed and attacked again. A set of "Twenty-Four Swords of the Wind" quickly passed by one sword, and the sword was as fast as a sword. At the same time, the magic in his hand was better than one, and there were also several talismans mixed in it, and they rushed towards Lu Ping.

Lu Ping felt a little busy for a moment. The opponent's sword technique was like a strong wind passing by, and it was almost everywhere. It was mixed with flame technique, ice seal technique, wind blade technique, golden sword technique, giant wood technique and other magic. When he finally relied on his solid foundation to get a breath, he had not yet waited for his counterattack to make up for another half-stage move.

Lu Ping looked at the low-grade or even medium-grade blood-refining talismans, and called them at him like money, like pieces of spirit stones drifting in front of him, cursing the prodigal son in his heart.

"Fortunately, Li Sheng is still a little rational and does not regard the top-grade talisman as water." Just as Lu Ping sighed, an ice blade talisman exploded in front of him. The huge fluctuations of spiritual power scared Lu Ping and wanted to slap him in one's ear. This was clearly a top-grade talisman.
Chapter completed!