Both sides were standing still with their eyes closed before, but the next moment, Zhang Ziyang opened his eyes.

He walked towards the little girl cultivator in a burst of exclamation.

"He cut out a complete consciousness of distraction!"

"What a powerful soul power!"

"What a pity."

“…”

The monks under the arena had countless thoughts in their minds.

As a spectator, I have never seen a genius disciple capsize in the gutter... It's really a pity!

"This top-quality magic weapon is really mysterious, but unfortunately the side effects are quite good." As he spoke, Zhang Ziyang cut a knife on the slender and slender neck of the female cultivator.

The little girl who only has the sixth level of Qi Refining Stage and is still based on charming techniques is unconscious.

The dice was illuminated in chaos, and two phantoms each penetrated into the eyebrows of Zhang Ziyang and the little girl cultivator.

Just as Zhang Ziyang reached out his hand to the dice, the strange magic weapon turned into a stream of light and flew into the distance.

The person who truly refines this top-grade magic weapon is not a little girl cultivator, and it is relatively rare in the cultivation world that he can control magic weapons from a distance.

But Zhang Ziyang knew what this meant.

He has similar treasures in his hand, such as the growth treasure of the Nine Heavens Thunder Purple Gold Hammer.

As for the stone sword, Xuanyuan Lei Tower... it’s not that Zhang Ziyang looked down on this dice, its foundation is extremely poor.

"Zhang Ziyang Victory!" The monk in the Foundation Establishment Stage announced the results in a timely manner.

So far, Zhang Ziyang got the top 126 promotion places for the new disciple competition.

There will be no more bye quotas in the next round.

Under the moonlight, the monks in the Foundation Establishment Stage announced the end of today's competition.

There are many monks who are proud and happy, or are frustrated and cry.

Zhang Ziyang did not have excessive surprises about the promotion.

With the perfect strength in the Qi Refining Stage and the Master of the Killing Stage as the backstage, it would be abnormal if he still lost the competition for the new disciples.

Return to Lingshan for a night of rest.

For monks who continued to participate in the competition, this night was precious.

The daytime competition has caused many Qi Refining Cultivators to perform some secret techniques.

These secret techniques often consume a lot. Even if the secret techniques are not used, the fierce battles have made most of the true energy and magic power of these advanced people almost exhausted.

After taking the decoction that I was reluctant to use in the past, the spirit stones directly violently absorbed the spiritual power of it, and some even took the spiritual pill that specifically restored the true essence and magic power...

When the new day comes, Zhang Ziyang appears in the competition area, and one hundred and twenty-five new disciples flashed fear in their eyes at the same time.

He is an opponent that no one wants to face.

Some of the gods and Buddhas in the sky are busy now.

"The draw of lots begins, the old rules!" Another Foundation Establishment Cultivator was replaced by a monk who was in charge of hosting the competition today. This person was too lazy to change the rules.

Those new disciples were unwilling to take the lead in the first draw, so Zhang Ziyang took the initiative to step forward.

The participants and the spectators all watched his every move.

"Black, sixty-three!"

The monks in the Foundation Establishment Stage announced the lottery results in public.

It's a solid reputation!

Every time it is a black sign, every time it is the final competition.

Those monks in the Foundation Establishment Stage did not feel embarrassed at all, and these signatures were not decided casually.

It is a list of the complex interweaving of interests and the "fairest and most just" produced by countless families of cultivators after the collision of strength.

It is really difficult for monks from mortals in the secular world to make a comeback in such a competition unless their qualifications are against the will of heaven!

With Zhang Ziyang's lottery results, the new disciples successively drew their own numbers.

Amid countless uneasiness, Hong Sixty-san appears soon.

Except for Zhang Ziyang, the stranger, the other ones in the top 126 new disciples, are relatively close to their cultivation.

The fifth level of Qi Refining Stage is perfect, the sixth level of Qi Refining Stage and the seventh level as the main body.

Hong Sixty-san is a fat man who is perfect in the fifth level of Qi Refining Period.

His expression was so desperate.

Challenging a thunder magic cultivator who is perfect at the twelve levels of the Qi Refining Stage... It's really difficult!

This little fat man didn't know that the genius of the Qi Refining Stage he knew was not the twelfth level, but the thirteenth level of the Qi Refining Stage that had never been heard of in the cultivation world. If he learned this news... it would make him cry!

Ten arenas welcome the competition between 63 new disciples.

No matter how you calculate it, Zhang Ziyang will be the last one to appear.

The battle is still fierce, and many cases of weak defeating the strong have also occurred.

At this time, all the new disciples were trying hard.

They are only two steps away from the Foundation Establishment Pill!

As long as you win this competition, you will be in the top 63.

If you win another game, you will get the chance!

Take out the means to put the bottom of the box.

Many of them are powerful things.

Spiritual talismans, top-grade magic weapons, and spiritual birds and beasts with late-stage strength in the Qi Refining Period...

Zhang Ziyang even saw a talisman treasure!

After being inspired by a new disciple in the fifth level of Qi Refining Stage, a cultivator in the sixth level of Qi Refining Stage easily dealt damage that required the Foundation Establishment Stage referee to help him.

"Senior brother, please listen to the next sentence. Give me the opportunity. How about I give you ten thousand spirit stones?"

It was Zhang Ziyang's opponent who carefully asked.

At this moment, the two of them were already standing on the ring. With all the new disciples exerted their strength, each game became more intense, but it ended a little faster.

About an hour passed at noon, and the last couple of new disciples appeared.

"The last words... have you finished giving them?" Zhang Ziyang was very cold.

Ten thousand spirit stones?
Chapter completed!