In the center of the Desolate Hall mountains, a majestic and towering peak reaches into the sky. The peak is surrounded by clouds and mist, like a misty fairyland. This peak is where the main hall of the Desolate Hall is located. At the same time, Desolate Hall's monthly comparison is also held again.
As the name suggests, the monthly competition is a competition held once a month. At each monthly competition, some registered disciples who perform extremely well will be promoted to official disciples of the Desolate Hall. At the same time, the top-ranked disciples in the monthly competition will also receive more training resources, thereby stimulating the disciples' desire to practice.
Desolate Hall Tens of thousands of registered disciples, three thousand official disciples, and three hundred direct disciples all gathered here. The formation was naturally quite large. At the highest point of the mountain, a magnificent palace stood quietly, giving people a sense of majesty and grandeur. In front of the main hall is a vast square. At this time, the square is already crowded with people.
Although there are many people in the square, it is not noisy or chaotic. Tens of thousands of disciples sit quietly on the square, and it looks very hierarchical. Sitting cross-legged on the outside of the square are tens of thousands of registered disciples, inward are three thousand formal disciples, and in the center of the square are direct disciples.
There is a high platform piled on the edge of the square. There are only four seats on the high platform. Four figures are sitting cross-legged on it. They are the four direct disciples Pang Tong, Song Zhou, Jiang Hao, and Fang Yun. Right in front of the square, there is a row of stone chairs, on which Chen Zhen, Wu Dao and others are sitting.
"Jia Lie Jun Hasn't that boy shown up yet?" Chen Zhen glanced at the disciples and didn't see Jia Lie Jun, so he couldn't help but ask aloud.
"Yes." Wu Dao nodded, hummed slightly, and said with a smile, "This kid should be at the beginning of his cultivation. Senior Brother Mo seems to be quite interested in him and will take care of him."
"That's fine, training is important. If it's too late, we will postpone the competition between the two for a month." Chen Zhen said softly. He did not expect Jia Lie Jun to appear immediately. In his opinion, with the latter's talent, as long as he practices quietly, he will definitely become a direct disciple in less than half a year. There is really no need to choose this time to confront Jiang Hao head-on.
"The news that the two agreed to compete in the Yue Bi has long been spread. Even the registered disciples have heard about Jia Lie Jun's reputation and want to take advantage of the Yue Bi to see it. And with that kid's character, I'm afraid he won't choose to give in." Wu Dao said with a helpless smile.
On the towering stone platform, Jiang Hao glanced around among the direct disciples and found the figure of Jia Lie Jun. He could not help but frown slightly and said to himself, "Is this kid trying to avoid this competition on the excuse that practicing martial arts is important?"
"Senior Brother Jiang Hao, it seems that this competition is going to be cancelled. I am really curious whether this kid is really capable of fighting against Senior Brother Jiang, or he only talks big words." Fang Yun said with a faint smile.
Half an hour passed by in a flash, and when Chen Zhen saw that Jia Lie Jun had not yet appeared, he said in a deep voice, "Let's start the competition with other disciples first."
However, just as Chen Zhen finished speaking, the sound of breaking wind sounded in the square, and a figure was seen flying towards the square as fast as lightning. That figure was none other than Jia Lie Jun, who rushed from the Martial Arts Hall.
"It's finally here. It finally didn't disappoint me." Jiang Hao said calmly.
Under the gaze of everyone, Jia Lie Jun landed on the square and said apologetically, "Disciple is late."
"Junior brother Jia Lie Jun, I thought you were going to avoid fighting." Jiang Hao looked at Jia Lie Jun with a face full of teasing.
"Senior Brother Jiang is not qualified enough to let me avoid fighting." Jia Lie Jun said lightly. He didn't care how senior Jiang Hao was. Since the other party didn't respect him, then Jiang Hao couldn't even hope to gain his Jia Lie Jun's respect.
"You..., I hope your ability is as great as your ability to talk big, otherwise I will teach you how to respect senior brother later." Jiang Hao said in a cold voice with a gloomy face.
"Now that Jia Lie Jun has arrived, let's start the competition between the two of you. But I have something to say first. The competition between the same disciples will end with the point. Don't kill the killer, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless." Chen Zhen said with a serious face.
"Yes!" they both responded in unison.
"In this case, let the monthly competition begin. Jia Lie Jun, if you can not fall behind in the competition with Jiang Hao, you will be promoted to the fifth direct disciple, and you will also be the fastest promoted direct disciple in the history of the Desolate Hall."
Jia Lie Jun nodded upon hearing this, then clasped his fists and said, "Senior Brother Jiang, please enlighten me."
"I will not let you become the direct disciple as you wish." Jiang Hao said coldly. After finishing his words, his eyes suddenly became extremely sharp. He immediately took a step forward, and the majestic Origin Energy spewed out like a volcanic eruption. The terrifying Origin Energy storm swept out like a hurricane. Immediately, he held his palm, and the vast Origin Energy converged towards the palm like lightning, condensing into a golden sword, and a stream of extremely sharp sword energy was released.
The broadsword took shape, Jiang Hao's figure moved, and flew out like lightning, leaving several afterimages in the void. In the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of Jia Lie Jun. His eyes were as cold as ice. He raised the golden broadsword and struck hard at Jia Lie Jun.
Jia Lie Jun His mind moved, and the rich blue light poured out like a tide, quickly spreading to the whole body. As the blue light squirmed, it condensed into dense blue scales covering the body. The green scales shone in the sunlight, exuding a faint dragon clan pressure.
Immediately, Jia Lie Jun's palm came out like lightning, and immediately rose up against the storm, transforming into a huge Azure Dragon Arms, and even the fingers evolved into dragon fingers.
"Broken!"
Jia Lie Jun shouted in a low voice, clenching his palms into fists and blasting away at the fiercely slashing golden sword. "Cang", the fists and knives connected, sparks flew everywhere, and the golden sword struck the dragon's claw, but the dragon's claw was not damaged at all, leaving only a slight white mark. Then there was a "click" sound, and the golden sword in Jiang Hao's hand broke.
The tyrannical power spurted out, and Jiang Hao's body was immediately shaken by this huge force, and he retreated dozens of feet before he stabilized his body.
"What a powerful body." Jiang Hao shook his numb arms and looked at the huge Azure Dragon Arms, his eyes filled with solemnity. He could clearly feel the terrifying power contained in Azure Dragon Arms.
"This kid is too evil." Seeing this, Desolate Hall's disciples also had expressions of disbelief on their faces. In the first confrontation, Jiang Hao actually fell behind, which made them feel a little crazy. Facts have it, Jiang Hao ranks third among the many disciples of the Desolate Hall, and Jia Lie Jun is just a newcomer who has joined Dao Sect for less than a month.