Chapter 1797

"Get up!" Yun Chang flicked his sleeves and sat down at the front, his aura suppressing everyone present.

The other elders also sat down. Among them, only the elder who guarded the pavilion sat on the same level as Yunshang. The rest of the elders and disciples obviously had different identities.

All the disciples stood up one after another, and then began to discuss cautiously. The focus of the discussion was nothing more than the winner of this contest, and the most popular among them were two people.

One of them was Yang Ling, the former big disciple.

Needless to say, Yang Ling's greatness, the first of the three top geniuses, even if the other two top geniuses join forces, they are not Yang Ling's opponents. They are naturally the most powerful young genius of the Taishangzong, a famous peerless genius in the Tianheng world.

The other person is Lin Yi.

Lin Yi is a rising star, but his reputation is now even stronger than Yang Ling, not to mention that Lin Yi once beheaded two great geniuses, and now his actions in the Taishangzong are becoming more and more evil. Some disciples It is even said that Lin Yi once defeated Yang Ling.

In this way, Lin Yi was the only one who could stand shoulder to shoulder with Yang Ling. This time, the other disciples were basically just decorations. Only Yang Ling and Lin Yi were the strongest competitors.

"Elders, what do you think?" Yun Chang asked with a smile.

"Yang Ling's talent is extremely high, and his understanding of the universe and heaven is also amazing, and he was already a big disciple thousands of years ago. Among the younger generation, I am afraid that there is still no disciple who can surpass him!" said an elder.

Elder Nanfeng nodded immediately, "That's right, I also think that Yang Ling will be the winner in this martial arts competition and be re-elected as the first disciple!"

All the elders nodded one after another. They were naturally optimistic about Yang Ling, because they usually had a very good relationship with Yang Ling.

"Hehe!" The elder guarding the pavilion smiled, disapproving, "Sovereign, I think that Lin Yi, although he joined the sect not long ago, has extremely high talent and hard work, especially his understanding of the universe and heaven. Having reached the innate realm, he is really a rare genius in all ages!"

"So," the elder guarding the pavilion paused, and continued: "The old man believes that Lin Yi is the most likely to become a great disciple in this martial arts competition!"

"Lin Yi? That kid!" Elder Nanfeng sneered, and a chill flashed in his eyes, "The elder guarding the pavilion is too confident, how capable this kid is!"

"that is!"

"This kid, he has only joined the suzerain for ten years, how can he be qualified to be a big disciple!"

"He does have some talent, but he can't compare with Yang Ling!"

Before the contest started, these elders were already blushing.

In the end, Yunshang flicked her sleeves, stopped the arguments of the elders, and said: "Everyone's words are reasonable. As for who can become a big disciple, what you say is useless, it depends on the performance of the disciples!"

"The suzerain said so!"

Even though Yun Chang said so, her eyes were on Lin Yi in the crowd. Obviously, she was more optimistic about Lin Yi because she had seen Lin Yi's strength.

"Start!" Yun Chang gave an order, and the entire hall fell silent, and everyone was staring at this place.

With a wave of Yunshang's palm, a space was opened up in mid-air, and then he set up a formation with all the elders, forming a place for air competition.

The disciples who were qualified to participate in the competition all flew up one after another and entered the space. The other disciples looked up from below, not daring to blink for fear of missing something.

This time, there were 20 disciples participating in Taizong's competition, twelve of them were from the Twelve Peaks, each peak had a qualification, and the remaining eight were all from the main sect.

After all, the main sect's disciples are indeed capable of easily crushing the Twelve Peaks in terms of strength.

"In the first match, Wang Ning, a disciple of Chiyan Peak, will face Zhou Bao, a disciple of the main sect!" Yun Shang took out a prepared picture and read.

"Yes, Sovereign!" Immediately, two disciples flew to the middle of the contest space at the same time, holding each other's fists.

These two disciples, one from Chiyan Peak and the other from the main sect, have both reached the cultivation base of the Perfect Realm, and their strength is among the highest in the entire Taishang sect.

"please!"

When Wang Ning and Zhou Bao drank at the same time, their bodies shot out instantly, and then countless sword qi continued to spread and collide in this space.

As soon as the two of them made a move, it was a fierce battle without any reservations, obviously they didn't want to be defeated.

Countless disciples were staring at the contest between the two, but their speed was too fast, and some disciples with low cultivation bases couldn't even capture the silhouettes of the two, they could only see one after another in the contest space The sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and hundreds of millions of strikes were split in an instant. If it wasn't for the restriction of the formation, it would have been scattered away long ago.

The strength of the two was evenly divided. After fighting for several hours, the winner gradually came to an end. In the end, Zhou Baolue, the master disciple, was the winner, defeated Wang Ning, and cut Wang Ning out of the competition space with a single sword.

"Brother Wang, I've accepted it!" Zhou Bao smiled lightly.

Wang Ning walked away depressed, and put away his sword, "The skills are not as good as others, so let's bow down!"

"Yes, Wang Ning's strength is already very good!"

"Zhou Bao's way of heaven happened to restrain him a little bit!"

"Yeah, this is fate!"

All the elders started to comment one after another, and gave pointers to Wang Ning and Zhou Bao respectively.

"second round……"

As Yunshang spoke, the second contest began immediately. This time, all the disciples from the Twelve Peaks played, and it was another terrifying battle, which lasted for four or five hours.

However, none of the disciples felt impatient. They watched carefully, not daring to let go for a second. After all, such a duel between top experts only happens once in a thousand years.

After several consecutive contests, Yunshang let the disciples rest for a while, and then continued.

"Fifth match, Lin Yi, a disciple of Xuanji Peak, will face off against Wuming Hong, a disciple of the main sect!"

As soon as this remark came out, there was an uproar among the disciples, and everyone's faces were suddenly excited, "Lin Yi is about to appear!"

"Lin Yi is finally going to make a move!"

"Lin Yi, a genius who can rival Senior Brother Yang Ling!"

"I heard that Lin Yi once killed two great geniuses one after another. I don't know how terrifying his current strength is!"

All the disciples became excited, and even the elders were all staring at the competition space.

"This boy, I will never let the old man down!" The elder guarding the pavilion chuckled, as if he had a plan in mind, and even Yunshang nodded slightly, but she was the suzerain, so it was difficult to speak favoritism, but for Lin Yi's It is also obvious to value.