Lin Xuan only felt a suffocating feeling coming at him, as if three ancient mountains were pressing down on him.
"How terrifying. The strength of these three young people has probably long surpassed the king level and has already reached an unbelievable realm. The Sword Whisper Sect is indeed filled with experts!”
Lin Xuan secretly praised in his heart.
"These three people are the core disciples of the third generation disciples. I didn't expect such people to preside over the competition!”
Among the in-name disciples, some recognized the three golden-robed experts on the arena and discussed in low voices.
The Sword Whisper Sect had been established millions of years ago and had produced countless generations of disciples. The rule had always been that the person with the highest seniority at that time would be the first generation disciple. According to the time they entered the sect, they would be divided into the second, third, seventh, and eighth generation disciples.
It was said that the most senior ancestor of the Sword Whisper Sect had lived for more than 600 years and had always been in seclusion.
The current sect leader, Li Wenjian, was a second-generation disciple.
Li Wenjian had been in control of the Sword Whisper Sect for over three hundred years, and his strength was unfathomable. It was said that other than the old ancestor, no one else in the Sword Whisper Sect could match him. He was also one of the famous Great Grandmasters in the entire Xue State.
Li Wenjian had an extremely high prestige in the sect. However, this sect master usually lived in seclusion. Lin Xuan and the other in-name disciples were not qualified to see this important figure at all.
Other than some elders who were of the same generation as Sect Leader Li Wenjian, the status of the third generation disciples was already very high in the sect.
Especially the core disciples of the third generation, who were almost the future higher-ups of the Sword Whisper Sect. Their status was second only to the few second-generation disciples. The fact that they were able to preside over this competition showed how much importance the Sword Whisper Sect placed on this competition.
"Greetings, Senior Brothers (Martial Uncles)!”
Everyone around the practice field bowed respectfully.
On the first ring, a young man with a square face and big ears raised his hand. A gentle force spread out and helped everyone up. This person's aura was like an abyss, extremely dignified. His eyes were burning like fire, and no one dared to look him in the eye.
He glanced at the in-name disciples of the five courtyards and nodded slightly.
"The competition of the five courtyards begins now. I hope that all disciples can attach importance to this competition and do your best to bring out your strongest state to strengthen the might of our Swordquest Sect. Don't be timid and lose your footing.”
Another third-generation expert dressed in a light golden robe announced loudly.
Next, another third-generation disciple read out some of the rules and rewards of the competition, and then the competition of the five courtyards officially began.
Under the envious and jealous gazes of more than ten thousand in-name disciples, the seeded contestants selected by the various academies slowly walked out of the crowd and came to the bottom of the first arena. They drew their own numbers and used them to group up for the competition.
……
"Eh?"
On the first ring, the young man with a square face, big ears, and a long beard suddenly exclaimed in surprise.
"What's wrong? Did Senior Brother Yin notice something wrong?”Lu Qi, the third-generation expert who had never spoken, laughed.
The square-faced, big-eared young man, Yin Yifei, shook his head slightly and said,""Just now, I suddenly had a very strange feeling. Among the fifty seeded contestants below, someone gave me a very strange aura. When I carefully sensed it, I didn't find anything.”
"There's such a thing?" Lu Qi was extremely surprised.
"Maybe Senior Brother Yin is deaf and blind, and there's something wrong with his cultivation.”The other third generation disciple, Cheng Fei, curled his lips and said in a mocking tone,""These 10,000 in-name disciples are all seedlings carefully selected by the sect. What's so strange about them?”
" You…" Lu Qi was furious.
Yin Yifei waved his hand, signaling Lu Qi not to argue with Cheng Fei.
Core disciples also had different factions. Cheng Fei wasn't from Yin Yifei's faction, so it was common for them to tear each other down. Although Yin Yifei was angry, there was no need to make a scene in front of thousands of honorary disciples and elders on such a formal occasion.
……
Lin Xuan received the green number 10.
He handed his token to another working disciple and temporarily returned to the east courtyard to wait for the results of the final battle.
Soon, the seeded players who had drawn their numbers came back one after another.
Ji Xin, Li Juling, and the other green-robed disciples of the east courtyard returned with their number tags. They were all eager to show off their skills in the competition. They were talking excitedly to the disciples they had a good relationship with. They were full of confidence.
Li Qian, on the other hand, kept a low profile. She stood quietly in the crowd with her eyes closed.
Beside him, his two trusted aides Ge Yin and Zhang Tianlun were looking left and right, as if they could not wait for the martial arts competition to arrive as soon as possible.
Lin Xuan keenly sensed that the gazes of these two people when they looked at him had some inexplicable hostility. Moreover, the aura of these two people today seemed to be different from a few days ago.
"F * ck, could it be that my mocking face is working again? These two fellows…"
Lin Xuan's heart was inexplicably at this point and he was secretly on guard.
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