Chapter 222

"She... Is also an alternate internal disciple?"

Qin Yi's heart moved.

On challenge arena 10, there stood a beautiful girl, about 16 or 17 years old, dressed in a snow-white robe, dressed her up as a nine day fairy, as if she would go with the city in the wind.

Under the challenge arena, many disciples also cast warm eyes on it.

The girl was the one who sold fifteen Yuanying gold thread to Qin Yi at the price of one or two silver in the trading square that day. Until now, Qin Yi still wants to understand why she made such a strange move.

"Puff..."

The sound of a smile came from her side. It was Xi Xuaner.

Xi Xuaner smiled and jokingly said, "Qin Yi, you are so knowledgeable. Xue Bichen is the first in the list of external disciples, higher than you. Can she be an alternate internal disciple?"

"What, she was the first person on the list of external disciples!"

Qin Yi was stunned, but he didn't expect it.

In the next competition, sure enough, there was a lot of fighting in other arenas, but no one dared to challenge in arena 10. Xue Bichen stood there with a long sword.

No one is willing to challenge the first person on the list of external disciples.

However, the sect stipulated that an alternate inner disciple should not accept more than 20 challenges. Finally, some outer disciples were forced to challenge Xue Bichen.

Shua!

A slightly fat external disciple rushed to the stage. Facing the calm Xue Bichen, he smiled bitterly and said, "it's my honor to fight with you - jiutianzhi!"

Weipang disciple was very straightforward and suddenly raised his hand to Xue Bichen.

"The first form of nine swords in one!"

"Pa!"

The slightly fat disciple fell to the ground.

Xue Bichen calmly stood there with a light face: "admit it!"

One move will defeat your opponent!

Too strong!

The slightly fat man's mouth armor, with a fierce pumping, looked gloomy and walked down the challenge arena.

The whole field was silent, and everyone was stunned by the scene. Even Qin Yi was surprised. When Xue Bichen competed with the slightly fat disciple just now, he entered an ethereal state. He found that Xue Bichen's sword had no flaws, and the speed was fast to the limit.

"He deserves to be the first person on the list of external disciples. I'm afraid he has more combat power than many internal disciples!"

Qin Yi was filled with emotion.

Next, there were outside disciples who had to challenge Xue Bichen, but basically they either gave up the challenge directly or lost two or three moves, and rarely survived four moves.

The first round of challenge in the first stage ended soon. In this round of challenge, about 20 external disciples were promoted, while Xue Bichen had no promotion.

With the announcement of Linghu hall leader, the second round of external disciple challenge begins.

Qin Yi's toes, gently, jumped onto the No. 5 challenge arena.

He doesn't need to do anything deliberately. When he stops at the challenge arena, he becomes a momentum, impeccable, like a sword out of its scabbard.

"Good."

Many high-level sects secretly nodded to Qin Yi on the challenge arena. Even the gongzu and at the top of the stone steps were slightly moved.

The continuous defeat of Fengwen, beimenguang and Xintang, and the continuous defeat of nine bronze men, made everyone feel an invisible sense of oppression.

In the next challenge, Qin Yi encountered the same situation as Xue Bichen in the first round. Basically, no external disciple dared to challenge him on the stage. The other challenge arena was in full swing, but his challenge arena was cold and deserted. Qin Yi stood in the center of the challenge arena and was bored.

With the passage of time, when the number of times that the alternate inner disciples in other challenge arena were challenged reached the specified number, finally some outer disciples had to challenge Qin Yi.

"Qin Yi, I know you are strong, but I won't easily admit defeat."

A disciple in black jumped onto the challenge arena and said stubbornly.

"Good."

Qin Yi lightly nodded his head and said faintly, "I appreciate your stubborn nature."

Hearing Qin Yi's words, the disciples in black robes trembled and looked very excited.

Qin Yi is almost a mythical existence among the external disciples. Now he can get his appreciation. The external disciples in Black feel extremely dignified.

"Well, Qin Yi, it's enough to have you - Magic real legs!"

He suddenly shot at Qin Yi, his legs turned into countless pieces, and kicked Qin Yi hard.

"Ling Feng palm!"

Qin Yi took his time to display Lingfeng palm. Suddenly, a large number of unreal palms split out towards the outer disciples in black robe, directly breaking a void. In a moment, it split on the outer disciples in black robe.

"Pa!"

The black robed external disciple fell to the ground, which was only the enemy of Qin Yi's move.

However, because of Qin Yi's praise before, although the black robed external disciple failed in one move, he felt very glorious on his face and walked down the challenge arena with his head held high.

Everyone in the audience had known Qin Yi's combat power for a long time and didn't show too much surprise.

On the contrary, the gongzu and at the top of the stone steps were slightly moved: "the fighting power of this disciple is really refreshing."

"It still stays in the fourth weight of Lingfeng palm."

Mu Tian in the crowd showed a trace of disdain on his dull face. He remembered that Qin Yi's Lingfeng palm reached the fourth level of cultivation when Qin Yi performed Lingfeng palm last time. After many days, his Lingfeng palm still remains at the fourth level.

"Now, my Lingfeng palm has reached the third level of cultivation. In addition, my cultivation is much higher than Qin Yi. It's easy to defeat him with Lingfeng palm."

Makita secretly analyzed the strength gap between himself and Qin Yi. In his heart, he raised strong expectations for the first world war with Qin Yi.

Shua!

In the martial arts arena, another external disciple rushed to challenge arena 5.

"War?"

Qin Yi smiled faintly.

"If I don't fight, I admit defeat."

The disciples who came up were very straightforward.

Qin Yi was slightly stunned.

Next, the disciples who came up to challenge, either directly admit defeat or were defeated by Qin Yi's two or three moves. Without one disciple, Qin Yi asked Qin Yi to perform the original four moves of Lingfeng palm.

No one would be surprised by such a result.

Two hours later, the second round of external disciple challenge ended. This round of challenge was similar to the first round, and about 20 disciples were promoted.

In Qin Yi's hands, no external disciple was promoted successfully.

"The competition in the second stage was quite good. All the disciples showed good strength."

Gongzu and his vigorous voice sounded on the martial arts field, which made people's ears Numb: "especially individual disciples, their strength is far beyond their own cultivation level, such as Xue Bichen and Qin Yi. I'm very glad to see such powerful disciples in the sect this time. "

Xue Bichen

Qin Yi glanced slowly at the scene, just touching the eyes of Xue Bichen in the crowd.

The girl in white robe, as if she were an immortal, suddenly blushed with crystal jade cheeks. Soon, she smiled at Qin Yi.

Who the hell is she?

With a slight jump in his eyebrows, Qin Yi was quite confused. His intuition told him that this girl was not simple. He especially wondered why she had to help herself in the herbal medicine trading workshop that day.

There was no delay. After all the disciples had a short rest, the second stage of zongmen Martial Arts Association began.

After the first stage of the challenge, the number of alternate inner disciples in zongmen has risen to 65.

The next sect martial arts association is the 65 alternate inner disciples. Challenge 20 randomly selected inner disciples to challenge the successful alternate inner disciples and promote them to inner disciples.

In this stage of the competition, Qin Yi and Xue Bichen both changed from the challenger to the challenger. In addition to them, Princess Taiping, Feng Yu, Xin Tang, Feng Wen, Beimen Guang and others are also among them.

In the last stage of the competition, they all succeeded in the challenge and were promoted to alternate internal disciples.

Qin Yi's playing rounds remain unchanged. He still plays in the second round according to the number he received previously. However, the object of the challenge is not specified and he is free to choose.

Soon, 10 of the 20 internal disciples randomly selected stood on the challenge arena and accepted the alternate internal disciples.

Qin Yi glanced at the ten challenge platforms. None of the 10 inner disciples standing on them was familiar to him. Each of the 10 disciples of the inner sect has a peerless momentum. Even the weakest ones have entered the sect.

"There is really a big gap between the inner disciples and the outer disciples."

Qin Yi sighed that it was an extremely difficult challenge.

The competition began. As Qin Yi expected, many alternate inner disciples were knocked off the challenge arena after they could not make ten moves in the hands of some inner disciples.

Qin Yi urged the left hand to enter the ethereal state. The 10 disciples in the arena were compared. Every minute action was clearly seen, and then analyzed and pondered, and the essence was drawn from it.

"Shua!"

Princess Taiping, a powerful princess, chose an inner disciple and jumped into the challenge arena.

Princess Taiping has been refining pills with Yimei alchemist in the pharmacy. She usually takes pills when she has nothing to do. She hasn't seen her for many days. She has broken through the patriarchal road.

"War!"

Princess Taiping fought wildly with the inner disciple.

Princess Taiping's body was graceful and moving, but her hand was extremely fierce. For a moment, she was tied with the inner disciple Kankan.

"Eh, good!"

Under the challenge arena, many people's eyes lit up.

Princess Taiping's performance finally brought a glimmer of vitality to the stadium, which has always been dead. It also helped those alternate inner disciples who have always been beaten to find a certain degree of confidence.