They were dressed in pale gold robes, about 30 years old, with majestic faces, long hairs floating before their chests. There were waves of powerful Qi, swaying around their bodies, and even distorting the sunlight around them.
All the nominal disciples were so nervous that they breathed slightly.
Ding Hao felt like he choked, as if three ancient mountains were in front of him.
The ice Qi in his lower dantian and the fire Qi in his middle dantian were both being suppressed, so they began making instinctive moves. They started to violently flow in the ridians and apertures as a resistance. Like thunder, they resisted instinctively.
He hurried to suppress the two forces with his remaining energy to slowly stabilize the Qi.
“That’s horrible! The three cultivations must be more than congenital grandmasters. They must have reached incredible realms. Swordsmanship-seeking Sect’s experts are as common as the clouds!”
Ding Hao secretly admired.
“Hmph! They are just so little guys in the great grandmaster realm. If I were intact, I could kill thousands of these people with one finger!” The Saber Master scorned in his mind.
“You’re right! A small martial sect doesn’t amaze at all. The disciples in the third generation are just at the great grandmaster realm. Haha, it can’t bear a blow!” The Sword Master was unwilling to leave an impression of weakness, so he imdiately said with disdain.
Ding Hao touched his nose in disapproval and did not respond to these two “ancestors”.
The two ancestors had mysterious backgrounds, besides, they were like monsters of more than ten thousand years old. Those who were not strong enough in their eyes, were actually the super experts in Snow Province nowadays.
“They are the core disciples of the third generation disciples. Unexpectedly, they are the hosts of this competition!”
Soone among the nominal disciples recognized the identity of the three n in golden robes and murmured.
Swordsmanship-seeking Sect began 1,500 years ago and had trained countless generations of disciples. According to the old rules, the disciples who had the highest seniority were the first generation disciples, and the others, in chronological order, were divided into the second, the third, even the eighth generation of disciples.
Nowadays, it was said that one of the ancestors of the highest rank in Swordsmanship-seeking Sect had lived for more than six hundred years and had secluded himself for many years.
The contemporary head, Li Xiejian, was the second-generation disciple.
Li Xiejian had controlled Swordsmanship-seeking Sect for more than three hundred years. His strength was unfathomable. It was said that, other than the oldest ancestor, no one could be his opponent, and he was also one of the famous masters in Snow Province.
Li Xiejian had a very high prestige in the sect, while this head was also very hard to be seen. Ding Hao and other nominal disciples were not qualified to et this big shot.
In addition to so real-powered elders who were the sa as the head of the sect, the third generation disciples had a high status in the sect.
In particular, the core disciples among the third generation disciples were almost High-level official candidates in the future. Their status was second only to the second-generation disciples. They were chosen to be the hosts of this competition, which had shown that the sect thought highly of the contests between the nominal disciples.
“Nice to et you! Senior brothers (senior uncles)!”
On the Hall of Military Affairs, everyone was in good salvation and respectful.
As the middle-aged man with big ears who stood in the middle raised his hand, a soft force spread out and helped everyone stand up. This man was full of power and majesty, and his eyes were like burning fire. No one dared to look at him.
He looked at all the disciples and nodded slightly.
“The competition starts from now. I hope that all of you can pay attention to this competition and go all out, showing power and influence. Don’t let the elders, your brothers, and the head down!”
Another host dressed in pale gold robes announced.
Next, the last host read out so rules about rewards, and then the ga officially started.
The seed players selected by each academy, under the watch of more than 2,000 nominal disciples, slowly walked out and ca to the bottom of the first ring to extract their respective numbers for the competition to be grouped.
“Ah?”
On the first stage, the middle-aged man with a long beard and big ears suddenly beca surprised.
“What? Is sothing wrong, senior brother Yin?” Lu Qi, the three-generation master who had not spoken before asked with a smile.
Yin Yifei, a middle-aged man with a square face and big ears, shook his head slightly. “There was a very strange feeling suddenly. Soone among the 50 seed players below the stage gave a very strange feeling. But I didn’t find anything when I carefully sensed it. Did I have an illusion?”
“I can’t believe it!” Lu Qi was extrely surprised.
“Maybe senior brother Yin is too old or there’s sothing wrong with your cultivation. No big deal.” Another three-generation disciple, Cheng Fei, scorned. “These disciples are all selected by the sect with nurous hard tests. They were too excellent to be suspected.”
“You...” Lu Qi was furious.
Yin Yifei waved his hand and gestured to Lu Qi not to bicker with Cheng Fei.
The core disciples also had factions. Cheng Fei and Yin Yifei were not in a group. They often quarreled with each other. Yin Yifei was annoyed, but in today’s formal occasion, in front of thousands of disciples and elders, he could not make trouble.
Ding Hao had the cyan No. 10 card.
After handing over the card to another staff disciple, he temporarily returned to the disciple sequence of Eastern Academy of green shirts, waiting for the final result of the battle.
When he walked past from the first ring, a sudden extrely strong aura swept through his body. He was greatly shocked and almost failed to control himself. It had to be the strange state in his body that attracted the attention of a third generation disciple on the stage.
Ding Hao was thoughtful.
Soon, all the seed players had their own numbers and returned.
Ji Xin, Li Juling and other seed players in the Eastern Academy of green shirts, returned their number cards and then ca back. All of them looked eager and seed to want to show their talents in the battles right away. They were chatting with their friends around them and were full of confidence.
On the other hand, Li Lan kept a low profile; he was quietly standing in the crowd with his eyes shut, taking a rest.
Ge Yin and Zhang Tianlun were beside him. They were Li Lan’s confidants and were looking here and there. They also could not wait to fight.
Ding Hao was keenly aware that the two n looked at him with hostility. Moreover, their montums seed to be different from before.
“Damn, is my taunting face working again, those two guys...”
Ding Hao felt inexplicable and secretly guarded.
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