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"The fourth item is a sword-training stone of decent quality, which can be used by good disciples. The rest are all magical instruments and techniques. The fifth item is a mid-grade yellow-grade magical instrument."

The sword-practicing stone, as the name suggests, is used for sword-practicing. Xiao Lin doesn't have one yet, and it happened to be delivered to his door this time. As for the magic weapon.

Qi Wu Yue asked: "A yellow-level mid-grade sword, is it a spiritual sword?"

If it is a spiritual sword, then replace the high-level spiritual sword in Xiao Lin's hand.

The old man in green robe: "It looks like an awl... a poisonous dragon drill... in short, it's a hidden weapon."

Qi Wu Yue was instantly disappointed.

After talking about the rewards, the old man in green robe also explained the rules of the competition.

There are three trial platforms and one challenge platform.

The challenge stage is similar to a form of fighting and defending a challenge.

One student goes up, and another student goes up to challenge. The winner stays on the stage. However, everyone has only one chance to challenge. If they fail, they will never be able to go on stage again.

The students who ultimately remain on the challenge stage can win 30% of the resources for that grade.

It is almost the most important item in the competition for resources.

In addition, there are three trial platforms.

Similar to the Challenge Platform but different, many students can go up there at once.

The third and fourth graders compete one-on-one. If they win, they get one point, and if they lose, they can go on stage again.

As long as there is spiritual power in your body, you don't have to worry about being beaten.

After the resource competition is over, the student who finally stands on the trial platform can win 10% of the resources for that grade.

The three trial platforms also determine the ownership of 30% of the resources. As for the remaining 40%, they are distributed based on the points earned among the grades.

In short, 60% of the resources rely on top monks, and 40% comes from the joint efforts of all students.

Earlier, Elder Song allowed Taoist Mei Yun, a passionate young man who had run to the elders, to return home safely. The reason he gave to comfort him was to help the third graders win the 30% of the resources represented by the challenge platform.

The president of the Student Union, Lu Changjue, is the young master of the Lu family and has a good family background and great talents.

Elder Song, with a serious face, asked a junior to postpone the idea of ​​skipping a grade and help the third grade win control of the challenge stage.

The resource competition ends three days before the deadline.

The third grade had a dismal performance, and the control of the three trial platforms was in the hands of the fourth grade, so the gap in accumulated points was too large.

Although those with poor abilities have tried their best not to go on the field and give away points, there must be at least one pair of contestants on the trial stage.

The assistant disciple hesitated and asked, "Does the director want to let those eighth-level students take action?"

If he comes to power, he should be able to salvage some of it.

Taoist Mei Yun glanced at the battle situation on the stage and said in a deep voice, "No need. Tell them to conserve their strength and wait until the last day of the competition to fight for control of the trial stage with all their strength."

This is because once those eighth-level students go on stage, they will definitely be injured, which will be detrimental to the final competition for the championship.

In fact, there are two students with good cultivation on the registration list, and one of them is at the third level of Condensation Veins.

I heard that they were new students who had just entered the External Academy and skipped a grade to enter the third year, and they had already submitted their names for the competition.

However, with the competition approaching, those two actually went off to carry out the mission.

Taoist Mei Yun gnashed his teeth in hatred and repeatedly suspected that it was the fourth-grade director Shan Zhen who deliberately did it.

Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence that he left the academy on the eve of the competition.

Moreover, one-third of the students with good ability in the grade were directly promoted to the fourth grade by Dan Zhen by abusing his authority. It was open and aboveboard and extremely shameless.

In the mustard seed ring.

The spiritual spring was using hundreds of water arms to control the scoops and sprinkle the spiritual spring water on the jade grass to prevent them from losing their vitality and drying up.

Lingquan was indignant while sprinkling water earnestly: "I am a spring spirit! The honorable Liquan spring spirit!"

"Damn it! How dare you order me around like this? Do you really think I don't have a temper?"

He kept complaining, but he didn't dare to slow down his actions.

Because Qi Wu Yue said that as long as it ensured that the pile of Yucao remained alive, he would give it a drop of bamboo essence.

Thinking of the amazing spiritual energy of the green bamboo essence, Quan Ling instantly became as energetic as if she had been injected with chicken blood and worked hard.

The last two days of the competition.

The two finally rushed back to the academy and went to Baicao Garden first.

While the green-robed old man was still confused, he raised his hand and threw the half-grown child Hou Tu into his arms, then immediately turned the Linghe around and rushed straight to the scene of the resource competition.

The old man in green robe was knocked off balance by a black mass, and he supported his waist and climbed up with difficulty.

He lifted Hou Tu's collar and glared at her: "???"

"Who are you?"

Hou Tu tried hard to land on her toes, but she was not tall enough, so she was lifted into the air by the old man in green robes in front of her.

"My name is Hou Tu, and I am Senior Xiao Lin's war servant..."

The old man in green robe said in a rare tone: "Huh? A first-level war servant, what are you thinking, my dear disciple?"

He looked me up and down critically and asked, "Little Potato, do you have any other skills?"

Hou Tu didn't mind the green-robed old man's name, because there were many people in Black Stone City who called him that even more excessively.

He said honestly: "I am strong."

The old man in green robe was curious about how strong a child under ten years old could be. He pointed casually and said, "Can you lift it?"

Hou Tu looked.

It was a large bluestone jar filled with water, weighing approximately one thousand pounds.

He nodded, strode over, and placed his two small but extremely rough black hands on the large bluestone vat.

The water in the tank was crystal clear, with a chilly feel. The coolness penetrated the thick stone walls and reached my palms, as cold as ice.

Hou Tu moved her nose slightly. It was the smell of spiritual energy that was continuously seeping out from the water, and it was particularly sweet.

Hou Tu was distractedly thinking while exerting force with his hands and feet at the same time, and he lifted the large bluestone vat weighing nearly a thousand pounds steadily.

The old man in green robe dropped his jaw in shock.

The simple animal-skin shoes on Hou Tu's feet were tied with hemp ropes at the tops. The climate in Baicao Garden was humid and the soil was soft, not as firm and dry as the mine. At this time, the shoes had sunk more than two inches into the soil and were showing a tendency to sink further.

Hou Tu held up the large bluestone vat and pulled each foot out of the ground one by one.

But the soil is wet and it sinks wherever you stand.

If he didn't want to get his shoes dirty, he had to walk around the garden holding the big vat high.

With his thin and skinny body, he looked like an ant lifting a stone.

The green-robed old man's drooping chin stretched out again.

Boy, you have great power!

The old man in green robe manually restored his chin, nodded and said: "It is indeed extraordinary. The good disciple and the evildoer would not bring someone back for no reason, but——"

Pure divine power is too useless.

He shook his head, then put his hands behind his back and waved before leaving, "Okay, I guess you're still useful. Do you see those hundred or so large vats over there?"

"Go to the low-lying areas and fetch water there to fill up the jars."

Hou Tu put down the jar, looked around, saw a wooden bucket and a pole for carrying water nearby, took the tools, and went to fetch water as she was told.

Here, Qi Wu Yue and Xiao Lin have arrived at the competition venue.

In the center was a five-foot-tall beam of light, which prominently recorded the score comparison between the two grades: 1881:300.

The number of students participating in the competition in each grade must be at least 200. Naturally, the fewer the number, the stronger the selection and the greater the chance of winning. For this reason, both grades are sticking to the line, with 200 students participating in the competition for resources.

As for the current record, if only one student from the third grade went on the trial platform each time, dragging it out at the lowest cost, the gap would be even greater.

Points are recorded on a jade wristband.

All participating students can receive the gifts, and the distribution stall is set up in the quietest corner of the courtyard.

Under the huge spiritual umbrella, a pile of blue silk wristbands were placed on the small wooden table, each of which was pierced with a piece of low-quality jade. A white-robed student was sitting on a chair, holding a distant viewing magic weapon in his hand. He was staring at the challenge stage with relish, when his vision was suddenly blocked by someone.

Student: “? Get up, get up.”

"Wristband."

An impatient voice came from above.