"It's Yang Ningfeng."

"Elder Rong recommended it out loud. He killed the three black blood evil spirits before participating in the competition and completed the task. Now he is the first to successfully pass the first round, and he is in the limelight!"

"The first round is just killing monsters, and it does not represent true strength. The first time he passed the level does not mean that he is the strongest among everyone."

"That's right. The second round of lottery battle is the key, and this is not just luck and strength. If you want to have good results, don't draw opponents who are stronger than yourself."

"Look, see who the twenty people entering the second round will be."

Seeing Yang Ningfeng appear, the people in the stands were slandering.

Chu Han's face even smiled like a dog's tail. Seeing Yang Ningfeng standing alone on the stage, he felt as if he was arrogant and arrogant, he saw another dazzling star of the Tianlong Sect rising.

"According to what the master said, his expectations for you may be higher than those guys before. I really look forward to how far you can go." Chu Han's eyes slowly closed.

Finally, someone came up again.

"It's Xue Mingba."

"It's him, he's really a favorite to win the championship."

"Look, Xue Mingba looks a little ugly."

"Maybe he thought he was the first to pass the test, but he felt uncomfortable when he saw Yang Ningfeng faster than him?"

"Xue Mingba walked towards Yang Ningfeng...will he fight now?"

"It's hard to stand two tigers in one mountain. It seems that they will compete for the first place in a while."

Xue Mingba, recommended by Beiyuan Foreign Sect, is bound to win the first place in this selection competition. When he passed the test, he really thought he was the first to pass the test, but now he saw Yang Ningfeng, who was late before.

The guy who stole the limelight and made him feel a little unhappy was faster than him. For no reason, he suddenly felt angry in his heart, feeling that Yang Ningfeng had once again stole his limelight.

His face looked ugly without any concealment and walked to Yang Ningfeng.

"The first one is mine."

As soon as he arrived in front of Yang Ningfeng, Xue Mingba hugged his arms and looked at Yang Ningfeng with cold and pity. After a moment, a sneer appeared on his face, and his voice was low and hoarse: "I have also heard of the three evil spirits of black blood.

After all, you can complete this task and prove that you are really a little powerful. If it were in the past, the first one might be yours, but your luck is really bad. You actually participated in the core disciple selection competition in the same class as me.

This can only say that you are a little unlucky, and you will encounter such a low chance."

"Are you finished speaking?"

Yang Ningfeng's face was calm when the other party stopped. When the other party stopped, Fang Shi smiled indifferently: "After saying that, you stand far away. In front of so many people, we both stood so far.

Long time, those who don’t know thought we were discussing some ulterior motive!”

"you……"

Xue Ba originally thought that Yang Ningfeng would fight back furiously after hearing his words, but he didn't expect that Yang Ningfeng was so calm, which made him feel a little uncontrollable. A cold light surged in his eyes: "Let you be proud for a while."

If you are so lucky that you draw me by drawing lots later, I will make you unable to become a core disciple forever... A useless person cannot be a core disciple." After saying that, he turned around and strode away.

"Silly." Yang Ningfeng muttered.

"Who are you scolding?" Xue Mingba suddenly turned around, his face full of anger, and shouted in anger.

"I'm calling a fool but not scolding you. Are you an idiot?" Yang Ningfeng said with a puzzled look on his face.

Puff!

When Yang Ningfeng said that, the stands and those who were eliminated from the audience all smiled. You are really stupid!

Everyone can see Xue Mingba’s arrogance and provocation, and many people expressed their dissatisfaction with his behavior.

call!

Xue Mingba took a deep breath, didn't say anything, but raised his right hand, pointed Yang Ningfeng with his finger, then retreated, retreated to the corner of the platform and stopped. There was an unconcealed flash of killing light in his eyes.

"Is that really he? I'm so mean! Brother, I don't rob your food, nor your woman, why do you come to me for no reason? If you have the ability, you can get first and run to me.

It's a bird!"

Yang Ningfeng murmured very unhappy, then sat down and waited for the others.

Although the competition stage is not small, Xue Mingba is of fifth rank of kings. Of course, he heard Yang Ningfeng's murmur, and he was so angry that he trembled all over. If it weren't for the fact that the competition had not started yet and he was going to be under pressure

If he took the first place and won glory for the Beiyuan Foreign Sect, he really wanted to rush over and tear Yang Ningfeng now.

But Xue Mingba never thought that his current performance fell into the eyes of the senior executives of the Tianlong Sect who had been observing every contestant in secret, and he felt disappointed and dissatisfied with him. With such a heart, he could leave.

How far?

You should know that the broader a man's mind is, the bigger the world is.

Many people know that practicing martial arts is about cultivating the mind, but how many are they really doing?

After a while, people came out one after another.

Since Yang Ningfeng came out, he had waited for about half an hour and all the people came out. There were twenty people standing on the stage, and the rest were all off the stage, which means that half of the people were eliminated in the first round.

One more person.

Yang Ningfeng glanced at him with a faint look. Yang Xuanhong was also on the stage, and now the remaining twenty people are all Wang Pian's cultivation level.

"What adventure did Yang Xuanhong have? He has also reached the level of Wang Pin. What a pity, if not... it would be a pity, otherwise my Yang family would add another Wang Pin and become the number one big family in the Southern Wilderness.

A famous tiger general, but judging by his resentment towards me, he no longer has any brotherhood. He has to kill me. His existence is a disaster for the family, not a blessing for the sake of his family..."

Yang Ningfeng glanced at him and turned his eyes away, but he was not at peace. But he was not thinking about the selection competition, but the danger to the family after Yang Xuanhong became a strong man in the king.

The first round is officially over.

Seeing twenty people standing on the stage, Zhang Jiadong flashed and floated on the stage again.

"Now the second round of sign selection begins, and a one-on-one duel will be held according to the signing number. Ten people will be eliminated in the second round." Zhang Jiadong was doing things in a straightforward manner, without being too complicated. As soon as he finished speaking, his palm flipped.

The bamboo stick was in his hand, and then suddenly shook, the bamboo stick spread out and shot into the sky, taking the opportunity to show his strength. At the same time, the voice blew: "Start choose a sign!"

"Swish!"

As the bamboo sticks were lifted up, the sound of breaking the wind immediately sounded on the stage, and someone flew up and snatched the bamboo sticks in the sky.

Yang Ningfeng did not move, still sitting, looked up, stretched out his right hand, then sucked into the void, sucking the closest sign to him into his hand, and then he looked at it and found that it was No. 18.

"The sign-up selection is completed, No. 1 and No. 20 are left behind, and the others are temporarily stepping down." Zhang Jiadong said.

When Yang Ningfeng heard this, he did not pause or hesitate. He flashed and flew off the stage. The direction he was heading was exactly where Hong Zhao was.

Seeing Yang Ningfeng falling beside Hong Zhao, many people's eyes fell on Hong Zhao, especially some errand disciples, whose eyes were envious and jealous.

Before, everyone saw that Yang Ningfeng came back with Hong Zhao. The relationship between these two was unusual and knew that Hong Zhao had a core disciple as his backer from now on. With Yang Ningfeng's strength, he became a core disciple, but no one doubted that he had become a core disciple.

"Xue Mingba is the strength of the fifth throne. In the end, you may really have to face him, so you have to be careful." Hong Zhao noticed the envious gazes of many people around him, and there was a look of pride on his face, but

But he did not forget to remind Yang Ningfeng.

Yang Ningfeng didn't reply, but just smiled and nodded gently, staring at the stage. No. 1 and No. 20 had already begun duel.

Although the cultivation level of the two is not high among the last twenty people, they are strong men of the king after all, and they are fierce in the fight, and some moves are extremely exquisite. Yang Ningfeng observed in secret.

Around the stands, when the two of them had a great time, there were constant cheers.

After more than twenty moves, No. 1 suddenly stepped on his foot and instantly punched No. 20's chest, smashing the opponent backwards away from the platform.

"The number one Zhongshan people won." Zhang Jiadong's voice immediately rang.

No. 20 rubbed his chest, shook his head helplessly, then flashed in the air, landed in an empty seat on the stands and sat down.

“No. 2 vs. No. 19.”

As Zhang Jiadong's voice sounded, two figures flashed to the stage.

Yang Ningfeng's eyes lit up slightly, and No. 19 was Yang Xuanhong.

With three moves, Yang Xuanhong won, and he won easily.

Yang Ningfeng saw it, his eyes appeared a little solemn. Yang Xuanhong's opponent was obviously the second-level king's cultivation level, but Yang Xuanhong not only won easily, but also saw that he took action, he obviously retained a lot of strength.

Yang Xuanhong's victory suddenly made him one of the focus of the audience.

"No. 19 Yang Xuanhongsheng."

Zhang Jiadong's coaxing voice resounded throughout the audience.

Yang Xuanhong's face was calm, but when he flew off the stage and waited for the next duel, his eyes were faintly casting at Yang Ningfeng. His eyes were still so resentful and full of provocation.

“No. 3 vs. No. 18.”

After Yang Xuanhong went down, Zhang Jiadong shouted.

"Is it him?" Yang Ningfeng was stunned when he heard the number.

"What's wrong?" Hong Zhao asked involuntarily when he saw Yang Ningfeng's expression was strange, but then his eyes widened, as if he had thought of something, and he felt a little unbelievable.

Yang Ningfeng smiled slightly and glanced at Hong Zhao.

"It's God's will!" A bitter smile appeared on Hong Zhao's face, and then he sighed softly: "Be careful."

call out!

Xue Mingba flew over to the stage, looking extremely proud, glanced at him, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"I don't know which unlucky guy is facing him? Unless it is one or two popular candidates, others will face him, which means they cannot enter the top ten." As Xue Mingba glanced at him, the people in the stands were watching.

Also looking around.

"I'm going." Yang Ningfeng patted Hong Zhao's shoulder lightly, then flew up.

"Is it him?"
Chapter completed!