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The Leader Board s were the unique rankings of the Pan'gu Continent human cultivators. The people on the rankings were all young geniuses with strong innate skills, and could become the backbone of the human race with limitless potential in the future. They could strengthen the human race, and that was why they were called Leader Board s.

Because there were a lot of cultivators in the Pan'gu Continent, among them, the most talented were like an endless sea of stars, with the number of sand in the Eternal River, in order to discover talent, the Leader Board were divided into a total of nine stages, from the first stage of the Leader Board, to the second stage of the Leader Board, all the way to the ninth stage of the Leader Board.

Each section had 500 people, and the 9th level of the Ranking Board had a total of 4500 people.

And Pan'gu Continent, in order to motivate these young talents, had set up a huge reward pool. As long as one entered the list, they would be able to obtain resources from the rewards pool that matched their rank and rank.

There were more than ten million geniuses in the world, but there were only less than five thousand spots on the rankings, so the competition for the Leader Board was extremely intense.

"Wah!" "What an interesting ranking!" When Lin Yue heard this, his face couldn't help but reveal a deep excitement, and he said excitedly: "Master, then can I participate!?"

If he could obtain a large amount of resources, then Lin Yue's cultivation would definitely be much faster.

Ning Taiheng knocked on the table, raised his arm, and shrugged.

Lin Yue understood and immediately ran over, massaging Ning Taiheng's shoulders and legs, beating his back to make more blood.

"Hmm? "At least you have a filial piety."

Ning Taiheng then continued to introduce himself.

Leader Board, since it is a list, of course you have to fight for it. If you want to participate in the competition for the Leader Board, you need to have this spot.

This once again involved the influence of the various sects and powers under the heavens. Small sects and clans rarely managed to obtain such a position, unless they had outstanding talents that could shake the world. Only then could they make a breakthrough.

As for some of the stronger sects, there would be around two to ten spots. Normally, the disciples of the sects would first have to compete and then send representatives.

However, there are always special privileges in this world. Some super sects and ancient clans do not need to have their disciples restricted by the quota and can send as many people as they want to join. This is also the reason why many geniuses are willing to join the big sects.

Generally speaking, Pan'gu Continent sects can be divided into nine stars according to a certain standard, one star is the weakest, nine stars is the strongest, and above nine stars, are called super sects.

The strength of a clan was similar to that of a sect, and they also had their own strict requirements.

Lin Yue listened quietly, a light flickering in his eyes.

He originally thought that Eastwood City represented by a few families were all powerful forces, but when he reached Netherworld Sect, he realized that the Netherworld Sect's outer disciples were all stronger than the clan's elders who wielded actual power. Now, he finally heard an even grander world from Ning Taiheng's mouth.

Their clan was originally just one of the lowest tier Pan'gu Continent s.

"Master, where is our Netherworld Sect, belonging to a few star sect, how many disciples are able to fight?" Lin Yue's eyes flashed with dense curiosity, his Netherworld Sect should be very strong.

Ning Taiheng scratched his head, which was a size larger than ordinary people, and said in an indistinct voice, "This, can be considered a quasi three stars …"

"Quasi-3-star? "Then it means that he's not even a three star, and is only a two star expert?" When Lin Yue heard this, he was instantly disappointed.

Ning Taiheng glared at Lin Yue and said unhappily: "Three hundred years ago, we were a seven star sect, and in our generation, there were many strong Netherworld Sect practitioners, even eight stars and Nine-star Sect. It was just that some things happened afterwards, and some people left, causing the sect's top-level to lack combat power, and were demoted to two stars.

There was a gap in the middle of it, and there were not many outstanding disciples in the sect, so they didn't participate in the competition. A few years ago, there were only a few good seedlings among the disciples who had entered the sect, and after nurturing them for a while, they felt that it was about time.

"Two!? Lin Yue blinked his eyes, held up his chin and said softly: "But one is enough for me, there's one more."

Ning Taiheng shook his head and lightly said: "You are still too far away. If you continue to hone yourself for another three or five years, you might be able to go. In any case, as long as you are not over twenty years old, you should be able to participate.

"Three to five years!" Lin Yue immediately shouted as he frowned and thought to himself: "We can go again after three to five years; the cucumber vegetables are already cold; Ling'er is still waiting for me; furthermore, if I enter earlier, I'll enjoy a few more years of cultivation resources. My cultivation will be even faster, and this is a very precious opportunity."

"Master, I want to go this year!" Lin Yue's expression was solemn, a pleading look flashed past his eyes as he said firmly.

Ning Taiheng looked at him and said: "The time is too tight, there is only a month and a half left before the next Leader Board. You are not even a martial master, you have no chance of winning."

Lin Yue insisted: "Cultivation is not equal to true combat strength, I think it's not like I have no chance at all."

"Hmm? So firm? Leader Board s will die, fight with their lives, fight to the death, each of us will use our ultimate moves, regardless of means, it is extremely dangerous.

"This is not a problem! Disciple is willing to bear the consequences, I want to become stronger! To be able to exchange blows with experts, even if I die, it's nothing much! "

Ning Taiheng finally began to pay attention. After muttering to himself for a moment, he said in a low voice, "I don't have that much face either. Master at most, will give you a qualification to participate in the preliminaries within our Netherworld Sect.

"That's enough! If this disciple can't even produce a Netherworld Sect, then I will lose my face on a Leader Board.

Lin Yue was happy. After all, he had a chance to fight for it!

That is to say, you still have a month's time to prepare. In this month, you need to increase your cultivation to the Martial Master realm as soon as possible, and if your level is too low, your fighting strength will exceed it by a lot. If your level is too low, your chance of winning is extremely slim, and you will have wasted your energy.

"Disciple understands!" Lin Yue had already been at the peak of the tenth stage of the Martial Disciple realm for around four months now.

"Go train in the sword." Ning Taiheng waved his hand, allowing Lin Yue to leave.

After looking for a while at the figure of Lin Yue waving the bamboo sword in the bamboo forest, he turned his gaze towards the north. Although there were mountains blocking his view, it was as if he was able to look past them and see the scenery beyond the mountains.

Falling leaves were falling from the sky one by one. The north wind was blowing, and the sky was filled with the rustling of leaves. The earth spread apart, and the night became even more desolate and vicissitudes of life.

"The sky is cold …"