Chapter 79 You are invincible under the Golden Pill

Ning Zhao agreed with Yin Ziqi's words, and Ji Ruxue's behavior was indeed a bit of a loss of face.

He was at least a disciple of the Lord of the Wanhua Valley, one of the five major sects, but he was reluctant to give up on this first competition. He couldn't beat others and even cursed him. Anyone who saw it would have to say "no quality".

Feng Xiaodie pressed the corner of her eyes twice, flew to the competition platform, and waved her hand to cast a forbidden spell on Ji Ruxue.

He pulled Ji Ruxue behind him, pulled the corner of his mouth, smiled, and said loudly to Xu Mingchao: "In the third competition, Xu Mingchao, a disciple of the Qingya Mountain in the Lingjian Sect, will win."

Xu Mingchao nodded and walked straight down the competition stage, leaving no extra look to Ji Ruxue.

Feng Xiaodie lifted Ji Ruxue's collar and threw him to the red disciple who had been leaning against by Ji Ruxue before, then flew back to the platform.

The eyes of Master Fu Xi swam from Xu Mingchao to Ji Ruxue, and shook his head gently, but there was still no ups and downs in his voice, "Please ask two friends who have got the No. 4 wooden sign to go to the martial arts competition platform to fight."

Ning Zhao saw two disciples with a life of their eyes walking onto the competition stage.

They all wore sky blue clothes and each performed the same kind of rituals.

Ning Zhao looked at the two disciples in Fu Manlou with interest and went back and forth with the talisman paper, burning me and I hit you.

I just don’t know if it’s because my classmates are embarrassed to take action or other reasons.

They fought like this for half an hour, but they didn't decide the outcome.

Ning Zhao yawned and saw that the other disciples in the square looked indifferent.

Yin Ziqi pulled Cui Shan's sleeve and didn't know what she was saying. It seemed that there was a soundproof barrier. She could only see Yin Ziqi's mouth moving in the barrier. Cui Shan had a cold face and did not respond to her a word.

Ning Zhao hesitated for a moment and turned to look at Chu Yu.

Chu Yu's eyes were fixed on the competition stage, very serious, as if he was fascinated.

Ning Zhao stared at Chu Yu's face for a long time before he realized, turned his head and looked at each other.

"What's wrong...Senior sister?"

"Junior brother, what number of wooden signs did you draw?"

Ning Zhao calculated that according to today's progress, there would be only more than ten competitions at most. If the cub's wooden sign ranking is relatively low, it might be a competition tomorrow.

Chu Yu lowered his head, took out the wooden sign from the storage bag, and handed it to Ning Zhao.

Ning Zhao looked closely and found that Chu Yu had drawn the No. 30 sign.

It's actually the finale?

Ning Zhao saw Chu Yu's face dark and didn't look very happy, thinking that he was worried about the upcoming competition.

She stretched out her hand to comfort her, patting Chu Yu on the shoulder, and said softly: "Don't worry too much, junior brother, look, the famous Jindan stage monks have already confirmed their opponents, or the competition has been completed."

"Well... Among other disciples, I have never heard of anyone who is very powerful, nor have I heard of any unknown disciple in any sect who has broken through to the Golden Pill stage."

"You must be fine under the Golden Pill Stage!"

Chu Yu was slightly stunned when he heard these words.

In fact, he never thought of this.

He just felt a little irritated for no reason.

Chu Yu's mouth curled up a little, nodded to Ning Zhao, raised his head to look at the horizon covered by several dark clouds, and inexplicably felt that something big was going to happen, as if... it was not a good thing.

He threw these strange ideas into his mind, looked at Ning Zhao, and was about to say something.

But it was interrupted by a crisp female voice, "Senior Sister Ning!"

Ning Zhao and Chu Yu looked up and found that it was Mo Yiyi who had never seen a figure just now!

She jumped to Ning Zhao and looked at Ning Zhao with three big words on her face, "Please praise."

Ning Zhao looked at her in confusion.

Mo Yiyi laughed twice, deliberately lowered her voice, and said to Ning Zhao's ear: "Senior Sister Ning, I'll tell you, I asked my master to agree to something today."

"What's up?"

"I'll know in a while!"

After Mo Yiyi finished speaking, she jumped to Xu Mingchao, who was hanging his head, and started dancing.

...

"In the fourth competition, Fu Manlou's disciple Song Xi won."

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"In the fifth competition, Xuanji Pavilion disciple Zhang Taosheng."

As Feng Xiaodie's sharp voice fell, the voice of Venerable Fu Xi rang again.

"Please go to the martial arts competition platform for two friends who have got the No. 6 wooden sign."

This is Ning Zhao's turn.

Ning Zhao took a step and flew onto the competition stage, waiting for the opponent to arrive.

But who knew that the same situation happened on the competition stage like Ye Tianhe, and no one came up for a while.

Feng Xiaodie's eyes swept through the disciples in the square, and then said loudly: "Who has got the No. 6 wooden sign, please go to the martial arts competition platform to fight."

The disciples in the square looked at me and I looked at you, but none of them walked onto the competition stage.

"Hey, what number of wooden signs did you draw?"

"Don't look at me, I'm not a No. 6 wooden sign!"

"Senior Sister Ning's strength... except for Senior Brother Ye, whoever competes with her will lose a crushing defeat, right?"

"I think it's normal for the person who drew the No. 6 wooden sign to be unwilling to show up in this confirmed situation."

Feng Xiaodie patiently and called again.

But no one went on the competition stage.

Feng Xiaodie was too lazy to cast a tracking spell like Venerable Fuxi just now and found the man on the spot. Besides, he asked several times just now. If that disciple was really willing to compete, he would have come up long ago.

He sneered and said loudly: "Another disciple who drew the No. 6 wooden sign abstained. In this competition, Ning Zhaosheng, the Little Zhu Peak of Lingjian Sect, will win!"

Ning Zhao walked off the martial arts competition stage and returned to Chu Yu's side, he was still confused.

What's the situation? You don't need to compete to advance directly?

Is this the treatment she can get?

Ning Yan approached her, his face full of envy, "Azhao, you are so lucky!"

"I didn't have to compete to advance directly. Unlike me, I got a Choi Shan...ah..."

Yin Ziqi, who had a sharp ear, heard the word "Cui Shan", hurriedly looked at Ning Yan and asked inquisitively: "Ning Yan, are you talking about something bad about my senior brother?"

Ning Yan shook his head repeatedly, "No, no, you heard it wrong."

Yin Ziqi said oh, then she turned her eyes back.

Ning Yan said again: "It's strange that the little saint from Qingyin Building didn't come to make trouble."

"I remember that in the past, she would come over to compete with you every year, and then go back to Tianyin Building in a mess."

"Hey, no, did Xiao Ling'er give Bai Xiaosheng any benefits? How could she be higher than you in the beauty list?"

Ning Zhao shook his head and said that he didn't know either.

She had heard of Bai Xiaosheng's name many times, but she had never seen this person's true face.

Ning Yan sighed a long sigh and started to mutter: "If you want me to tell me, this is really a strange thing. How could Xiao Ling'er not come?"

"Didn't she always regard you as her archenemy in this life?"

Ning Zhao:...

Thank you for your invitation, the enemy is coming from the sky on Qingya Mountain.

Suddenly there was a sound from the sky, and it came from afar, "Ning Zhao!"

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