From dual spiritual roots to a sword master with all attributes

The rewards for the sect competition are also very simple and crude. Only the top 50 will receive rewards, and the rewards are only good deeds points.

The first place in the competition will be rewarded with 5,000 merit points, the second place will be rewarded with 4,900 merit points, and so on. The 40th place will be rewarded with 1,100 merit points, and the 41st to the 50th place will all be rewarded with 500 merit points.

Of course, there are rewards and punishments. After the small competition is over, the outer courtyard will make a comprehensive assessment based on the time each disciple entered the sect, and any disciple who is deemed by the outer courtyard to have not reached the required level of cultivation, or who has neglected his cultivation for the sake of pleasure, will be expelled from the sect.

By the day of the sect competition, tens of thousands of outer disciples had gathered in the square, waiting to draw lots. The draw did not take place one by one. The outer courtyard would randomly send the lot numbers to each disciple's identity token.

Fang Xiao took out his identity token and activated it with his spiritual power. His signature number began to appear on the token.

The outer courtyard divided more than 10,000 disciples into 120 groups according to the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches. Each group had at least 100 people, and each disciple had to fight with the disciple with the same sign number as him.

"Koshin Group 36, looks like we'll have to wait for a while."

After roughly finding the direction of the Jiachen group's fighting stage, he walked towards there leisurely. When he reached the fighting stage, the two disciples of the first group had already come on stage.

Both disciples were at the third level of Qi Refining, and they had the same standard sect magic weapon and started with the same fireball technique. After all, low-level disciples focus on cultivation first, and the techniques they know are very limited. In addition, they had ten talismans, which were all very common low-level talismans. By the end of the battle, they had used up all the talismans and their spiritual power was exhausted. Both of them even resorted to mortal martial arts techniques.

Not everyone can practice top-level skills like Fang Xiao. Tianlan Sect naturally has many top-level skills, but due to poor aptitude, one cannot practice top-level skills whenever one wants. Either the practice speed is extremely slow or one cannot get started at all. Most disciples with four or five spiritual roots are only suitable for ordinary skills.

Both people on the fighting stage were injured, but as long as it does not affect your future practice or endanger your life, the monks in charge of taking care of you will not take action even if you are seriously injured.

In Fang Xiao's opinion, such a battle has no reference value at all. In the end, when both sides were seriously injured, one side chose to surrender. However, it seems that the winner will not be able to participate in subsequent fights.

The next dozen or so duels were either low-level fights between evenly matched opponents or crushing fights with a huge gap in cultivation level, which did not arouse his interest at all.

"My junior brother, my name is Han Dafu. I saw you fighting on the observation platform and thought you had some unique insights. If anyone is optimistic about your performance, I can place a bet here."

Judging from this man's plump build and his clothing, he doesn't look like a disciple. Instead, he looks like a wealthy businessman. His cultivation level is only the fourth level of the Qi Refining Stage. He may be calling Fang Xiao his junior brother because he thinks he is not very old.

"Does the sect allow disciples to open the competition?"

"Haha, they turn a blind eye to such trivial matters."

"Then I'll bet on myself to win."

"You are so confident. How many spirit stones do you want to bet?"

"No odds? Bet 500 Spiritual Stones first."

Fatty Han was shocked, and immediately changed his words.

"Brother, tell me honestly whether you are a registered disciple of the Jindan-stage elder. Why are you pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger?"

"How is that possible? I only have a little wealth and I want to take a chance with you."

Fatty Han asked about Fang Xiao's cultivation level, and became even more hesitant when he learned that he was at the sixth level of the Qi Refining Stage. In the end, he only accepted Fang Xiao's bet of 300 spirit stones, and left the betting slip to find his next target.

As for the reason for not having odds, it is also because most disciples have no records of fighting. Except for a few well-known and powerful disciples, the odds for other disciples with the same cultivation level are one to one. Only after a few matches will the odds of each person be adjusted according to the battle results.

His odds were one to one, so Fang Xiao realized that his opponent was also at the sixth level of Qi Refining.

The boring time was indeed long and tedious, but fortunately it was finally my turn.

"The 36th fight of the Jiachen Group, both sides are on stage."

The Foundation Establishment disciple who was in charge of guarding them notified the two to go on stage.

Fang Xiao went up to the fighting stage. His opponent was a nine-foot-tall, half-naked, burly man with well-developed muscles and a strong aura. He was obviously a physical practitioner.

"Fang Xiao, please teach me."

"You'd better admit defeat soon, kid. Look at your skinny arms and legs. If you delay, I might accidentally slap you to death. Hahahaha."

The big man's voice was as loud as a bell and his tone was extremely arrogant. Fang Xiao decided to teach him a lesson so that he would remember it.

The big man slapped his storage bag, put on a pair of iron rings with his hands, and used a talisman to cast an ice cone spell. Following the ice cone, he pounced on Fang Xiao and aimed his palms directly at his head with the double peaks piercing the ears style.

Fang Xiao wanted to verify the sword skills in the battle, so he smashed the ice cone with ease. The moment the big man was approaching, he exerted his spiritual power under his feet and flashed past the big man at an extremely fast speed. His palms hit nothing, and judging from the strength, it was just an ordinary attack from a sixth-level Qi training stage practitioner.

Seeing that he failed to hit Fang Xiao, the big man turned around and attacked again, but unfortunately he still couldn't touch Fang Xiao at all. He was so angry that his eyes turned red.

"You can only hide here and there, come over and fight me head on if you dare."

Fang Xiao ignored it and felt that it was about time. He took out the sect's standard flying sword, held the sword in one hand and made hand gestures with the other, used his spiritual power to stimulate the sword energy, and used the sword energy differentiation method. Dozens of sword energies shot out at the same time.

The big man was also shocked by so many sword energies. He reacted quickly and used the iron ring in his hand to disperse four of the sword energies. Facing the other sword energies, he had no way to deal with them and had to protect his vital parts. Fang Xiao did not intend to attack his vital parts. The remaining sword energy penetrated his limbs and stabbed the big man, causing him to bleed all over. He looked in a miserable state.

"I surrender."

The big man was completely humiliated and realized that his opponent had obviously not used his full strength. He no longer had the strength to fight, so he had to admit defeat and was carried off the fighting platform.

Fang Xiao's identity and strength as a swordsman are obvious to all. Apparently no one in the Jiachen group can be his opponent. After he stepped down from the stage, nearly half of the disciples immediately came up to him to introduce themselves, all wanting to build relationships or at least get to know him. Otherwise, if they didn't have time to admit defeat in the next few games, they wouldn't be beaten too badly.

Before Fang Xiao could go look for him, Fatty Han had already trotted over, took the betting slip that Fang Xiao handed over, and immediately presented him with six hundred spirit stones.

"Brother Fang has profound cultivation and superb sword techniques. Congratulations on taking the first place."

"It was just a fluke, can I still place a bet?"

"Brother Fang, you must be joking. No one in the group is your opponent. My business is not doing well. You and those disciples who have the ability to win a place can only be betted after the top 50."

"Okay, but you have to do me a small favor."

"Brother, just give me your instructions. I will definitely help if I can."

Fang Xiao asked Fatty Han to help him investigate the news about other disciples. Although he was very confident, it was always better to know both yourself and your enemy than to know nothing.

Not long after, Fatty Han brought a jade slip. They had already made a statistics of those famous disciples. In addition to the business of betting on the competition, they were also selling the information of these disciples. Those who were willing to buy wanted to understand the opponent and find a strategy to defeat the enemy, so even if the price was ten spirit stones, there would be many people who would buy it.

Without watching the fight that followed, Fang Xiao went straight back to his residence. No matter how important the sect competition was, it was not as important as his own cultivation. After a brief breath adjustment, he began his training for the day.