The Treasure Generating Bowl - Chapter 1087

Chapter 1087 Giving Up the Competition shuhaige.net

“My senior brother, senior sister, and the other two are still in seclusion researching a combined formation!”

“There’s no way to get out right now!”

“So, Master sent me here to help them draw lots!”

“Uncle-Master, is this alright?”

He Pingsheng looked at the earth immortal man in front of him with a sincere expression.

There are only four people in Tianzeyuan. If three of them give up, who knows what kind of rumors will be spread!

He Pingsheng felt that it was better to not get a bye than to not draw lots at all.

“Alright!” the man smiled and said, “Go ahead and smoke!”

After saying that, he took out a large box: “There are only 220 numbers in this box. You can just draw four at random!”

“Of course, there aren’t 220 left now; 80% of the disciples have already drawn their lots!”

“Yes!” He Pingsheng respectfully stretched out his hand and casually took out four number plates.

I glanced at them: seventeen, thirty-one, one hundred and thirty-three, and one hundred and ninety-eight!

There are four license plates in total.

“Odd and even are paired…” the Earth Immortal Uncle said with a smile, “For example, number one’s opponent is number two, and number three’s opponent is number four!”

“If the opponent receives a bye, they will advance directly to the next round!”

“Your opponent, number seventeen, is number eighteen!”

“Do you understand?”

He Pingsheng said, “I understand!”

“Alright!” the Earth Immortal said, “Go… The competition will begin in three days. The numbers will be called out on-site!”

“Let’s start the competition with number one!”

Go!

“Thank you, Uncle-Master!” He Pingsheng bowed in thanks, then transformed into a stream of light and returned to his own dojo.

With the competition starting in three days, He Pingsheng had four numbers in his hand.

Um……

good!

At least in the first round, I have four chances!

Hehehe…

Although I don’t necessarily have to go up four times, I can choose a relatively easy one from the four times, right?

After resting for three days in his own temple, He Pingsheng went to his master Su Nian’s main hall again.

As a result, the crackling sound continued to come from inside the hall.

This time, He Pingsheng learned his lesson. He didn’t enter the main hall. He just shook his head and then transformed into a stream of light and flew into Tianwu Garden.

The martial arts training ground at Tianwu Garden was bustling with people.

Although theoretically there were 220 disciples participating in the competition, the number of people who came to watch the ceremony was far more than a thousand.

The key point is that each garden was also divided into a specific area.

All the other gardens were short of seats, but He Pingsheng was all alone, sitting on the grounds belonging to Tianze Garden.

It looked particularly out of place.

Many eyes also turned to He Pingsheng.

He Pingsheng didn’t care. He sat upright in his seat, his gaze fixed on the arena.

A total of ten arenas have been prepared this time!

Two hundred and twenty disciples need to fight a total of one hundred and ten battles.

On average, each arena has eleven matches, so the first round of matches is basically over in one day.

In a nearby courtyard, Jing Lei, dressed in black, was squinting at He Pingsheng.

Because He Pingsheng was still wearing a mask, the cultivation level he displayed was only at the third level.

Jing Lei’s eyes narrowed.

“That’s He Pingsheng from Tianze Garden…” A female disciple beside Jing Lei said, “When Senior Sister Lu returned from Qiankun Immortal City, this was the boy who escorted her. I heard he’s quite capable!”

“Junior Brother Jing Lei knows him?”

Jing Lei nodded and said, “That’s right… I know him!”

“It’s quite remarkable that he managed to evade two ambushes!”

“I hope I don’t run into him in this competition!”

Jing Lei always felt a strange fear of He Pingsheng.

“Tch…” The woman chuckled and said, “A mere third-level Human Immortal was able to survive two layers of attacks and come back alive, all thanks to Senior Sister Lu and the Ancestor?”

“Without them, He Pingsheng would probably be dead long ago!”

“Why are you afraid of him, Junior Brother?”

Jing Lei said, “It’s not that I’m afraid of him, it’s just that I have some grudges with him, so it’s best if we don’t run into each other!”

“Hehe!” the woman said, “If I happen to encounter him, I’ll kill him for you in one round!”

“How about it?”

Jing Lei asked, “Senior sister, what’s your badge number?”

The woman said, “I’m number six. And you, junior brother?”

Jing Lei said, “My number is one hundred and thirty-four, and it’s near the back!”

“Perhaps I’m overthinking it; I probably won’t run into him!”

Just then, Lu Xiaoci, dressed in a black Taoist robe, suddenly descended from the void.

The moment Lu Xiaoci landed on the stage, the entire venue erupted in cheers.

Countless people stood up and shouted “Senior Sister Lu,” “Uncle Lu,” and so on…

Lu Xiaoci’s gaze swept around and landed on He Pingsheng, then she smiled slightly.

“Everyone!” She withdrew her gaze and looked at the crowd, saying, “Today’s assembly should have been presided over by our Ancestor herself, but since she is currently in seclusion and unable to attend, she has ordered me to preside over this competition for the Human Immortal stage disciples on her behalf!”

“You need not worry, the Ancestor will definitely be there in person for the awards ceremony later!”

“Everyone should have seen the rules of the competition, but I still want to repeat them here!”

“The most important point is that no external objects are allowed. If anyone uses pills, talismans, magical artifacts, etc., it will be considered a violation!”

“Furthermore, if the enemy surrenders, you must not continue to kill them!”

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“Thirdly, if you are killed in the arena without surrendering, you must not complain!”

“I hereby declare the Wuchen Year Sect Grand Competition to begin!”

Thump…

Thump…

Thump…

The sound of war drums, imbued with a sense of ceremony, could be heard.

The war drums were beaten nine times and then stopped.

Finally, an elder with white hair and a white beard from the Martial Arts Academy stepped onto the stage and said, “The competition will now begin. Arena number one, disciple number one and disciple number two, please step forward!”

He Pingsheng then saw two disciples emerge from the crowd.

One man and one woman!

The men came from Tianlei Garden, while the women came from Wubao Garden.

He had never heard of these two people. Although they were ranked first and second, neither of them were considered exceptional talents.

“Second arena, disciples number three and four, please step forward!”

“The third arena, disciples number five and six!”

“The fourth arena…”

For every name called by the elders of Tianwu Garden, two people would step forward.

When the call reached the ninth arena, only one person stepped forward.

“Disciples number seventeen and eighteen…where are they?” an elder from Tianwu Garden asked. “Why is there only one?”

Number seventeen is in He Pingsheng’s hands.

Number eighteen is a prodigy from Tianwu Academy, and he is ranked in the top five.

He Pingsheng definitely won’t go.

After all, if he defeats the top five in the first round, he will soon be in the spotlight!

After the elder called several times, He Pingsheng finally stood up and said, “Reporting to the elder, number seventeen has forfeited the competition!”

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