"Quiet!"

Director Difan was wearing a black robe, and his expression was solemn at this moment, he spoke slightly, spreading throughout the valley.

"In one month, the two houses will meet martial arts. By then, you can all show yourself!"

"And today is the selection in our Abbey!"

Dean Difan's face looked solemn.

Once a hundred years.

He lost four times in a row, and this time, he didn't want to lose anymore.

I can't afford to lose anyone anymore.

As the president of the Apostle, Difan naturally wants to win.

The outcome depends on the speed of the rise of disciples within a hundred years.

But if you lose for four consecutive sessions, that's really unreasonable.

Difan looked at everyone and said slowly: "There are disciples in the ninth level of the Realm Saint, the eighth level of the disciples, and the seventh level of the disciples, stand separately!"

At this moment, many disciples did not dare to be careless and stood one by one.

Dean Difan said again: "First, the ten disciples who represented our Academies in this competition."

"It's not that the seventh level cannot represent it. The ten people selected must be the strongest ten."

"Who is the strongest ten?

I can’t say it’s true, maybe it’s a disciple at the seventh level or eighth level, not necessarily.”

"At that time, Tian Yu'an won the championship in the seventh level of the Realm Saint, and his strength was extremely powerful."

"I think there may not be such a person in our Abbey!"

As soon as Di Fan said this, the eyes of many disciples were hot.

Some people think they are talented too.

"Now, start from the seventh level of the Realm Saint."

"The seventh level can challenge the eighth level or the ninth level, but remember, there is only one chance. If you lose, you lose!"

"And, we don't have to be so bloody when we select the Abbey. Let's just click here, I'm here to stay!"

The rules were clearly introduced, and everyone nodded.

"In order to save time, twenty are set up here!"

"The seventh level, the eighth level challenge the ninth level disciples, the winner enters the last round of competition, and the last ten people are chosen, let's start now!"

The words of the earth sail fell.

In the valley, rings appeared around.

"Disciple Li Yuan, the seventh level of the Realm Saint, wants to challenge Senior Brother Qi Hao!"

"Qi Hao! Respond to the challenge!"

"Disciple Xu Huang, challenge Senior Brother Qin He!"

"..." A series of voices sounded at this moment, and many disciples began to choose the disciples they wanted to challenge.

Twenty rings, more than forty people were standing soon.

The seventh level of the Realm Saint and the eighth level of the Realm Saint begin to challenge the disciples of the Ninth level of the Realm Saint.

If you want to be the top ten and represent the Taoist temple, you must first defeat the strongest ninth-level disciples in terms of realm.

Mu Yun, Xie Qing and Meng Zui were waiting.

Jing Ziyang looked at Mu Yun at this moment and smiled and said, "Young junior brother, you can't challenge me. You are such a ruthless person, I will definitely lose if you challenge me!"

"Senior Brother Jing, can you have some success?"

Xu Heng couldn't help but say, "Mr. Pastor is only at the eighth level, you are at the ninth level..." "What's wrong?"

Jing Ziyang said fearlessly: "Is that the ordinary eighth level?"

After hearing this, the few people could not refute it for a while.

Jing Zhe looked at Mu Yun at this moment, but smiled and said, "Mr. Master, don't be careless. There are nearly a hundred disciples of the Ninth Level of the Realm Saint in this canon. This time, we are choosing the top ten. Wu Hao and the other three you dealt with last time will not be in the top ten in our canon!"

"Yeah, I understand!"

Several people were chatting at this moment.

There were twenty rings, each with a figure standing, recording the competition, and preparing to take action at any time to prevent death.

As for injury, it is inevitable! Mu Yun looked at the many figures around him, his face remained unchanged.

If he is ready to win, he will naturally choose the top ten nine-level warriors with the best name.

It’s not that Mu Yun wants to show off.

Instead, it is just right to challenge the top ten and directly stabilize your position.

Save trouble! In the end, you have to show your strength.

The competition was in full swing... Gradually, the disciples around were all angry.

If it weren't for the protection of the boundary formation, the valley would have been demolished long ago! The competition was almost the same as before.

Basically, except for just two or three people who win at the seventh level of the eighth level, most of the eighth level challengers end in failure.

It's not that easy to go beyond the level.

You are a genius, and I am also a genius. It is not that easy to defeat me! Mu Yun also held his hands at this moment.

"I'm going!"

Mu Yun said directly.

He is at the eighth level and can challenge the ninth level.

After the morning, the competition was almost the same, and not everyone dared to challenge the disciples of the Ninth Level.

Those ninth level disciples may reach the level of the Realm Lord at any time.

"Absolute Court, Mu Yun!"

Mu Yun stepped onto the ring at this moment.

At this point, the challenge is coming to an end.

Mu Yun came on the field, and Jing Ziyang and others surrounded him.

"Brother Pastor, which one are you going to challenge?"

Jing Ziyang smiled.

"Don't pick too hard bones to chew on them!"

Xu Heng also smiled and said, "When the challenge is over, we will decide to make a final ranking battle. Only ten people can participate. If you choose Senior Brother Jingzhe, be careful that you can't compare next!"

Mu Yun smiled slightly.

"I challenge you, Senior Brother Gu Jianfeng!"

A word fell and the surroundings were silent.

Even the elders on the ring were slightly stunned.

Gu Jianfeng! Now, in the entire Taoist temple, the third-ranked authentic figure.

A striking figure second only to Jing Zhe and Ye Qingfei.

Mu Yun directly challenged Gu Jianfeng! Jing Ziyang, Xu Heng, Ning Li and others were all stunned.

"You boy, you're so rude!"

Xu Heng cursed.

Jing Zhe grabbed Xu Heng at this moment and said, "Mr. Pastor should have his own considerations to challenge Gu Jianfeng, so don't be anxious first!"

"If he succeeds, he can be one of the ten people who will fight on behalf of our Abbey. The next competition will save you trouble!"

Hearing this, the few people smiled slightly.

That's true.

Since that's the case, then choose to believe Mu Yun! At this moment, in the crowd, Gu Jianfeng walked out and came to the arena.

He was also surprised to be challenged.

"Are you sure you want to challenge me?"

Gu Jianfeng said seriously.

"Um!"

Gu Jianfeng said again: "If you lose, you will lose even the qualifications for the top ten."
To be continued...