() In the huge sword dance square, the canvas screen next to the eight huge wooden arenas began to display the first batch of 50 pairs of lists. After Chu Lang looked at it, he did not find his name. He probably had to wait. One batch.
Chu Lang wanted to leave to watch the competition between Chen Lin and Hua Feifeng, but the referee said that the other disciples who had not had their turn could not leave. The first round was faster and it would be their turn soon. If they did not play for a quarter of an hour, they would be considered as Punishment for failure to abstain.
Chu Lang glanced at the several arenas around him. As disciples from various sects came on stage to compete, bursts of cheers suddenly sounded from the audience, and everyone applauded and cheered for the people of their own sect.
Since the remaining seven sects and major families in Yunzhou participated in this competition, the number of disciples from the Tianming Sword Sect was slightly smaller. Last time, it was not just the disciples from the Tianming Sword Sect who accounted for less than half. Number of people.
Hua Feifeng's lottery number was relatively high. After several waves of people fighting in the ring, it was her turn to take the stage. From a distance, Chu Lang saw Hua Feifeng jumping onto the ring with a green sword in her slender hand. Looking at her opponent with a frosty expression, she couldn't help but secretly pay attention to see how the girl's martial arts progress was. After all, her martial arts skills were too low for the first time, and she tortured her half to death next to the Ryukyu Spring.
Chu Lang looked at her opponent attentively. She was a skinny young female disciple, but her cultivation level was only at the ninth level of spiritual sky. Obviously, this was not Hua Feifeng's opponent.
The woman saluted Hua Feifeng and then took the lead in attacking. Her sword skills were quite satisfactory, using the Thirty-Six Swords of Tianming Sword School, but it was a pity that she didn't have the chance to use Tianming Swordsmanship. The sword sect's advanced martial arts moves were knocked to the ground by Hua Feifeng's scabbard.
One move determined the outcome, and she was so quick and neat that she didn't treat the opponent like a girl. She was indeed not gentle at all. The girl stood expressionless on the ring. After the referee's decision, she still didn't show a trace of smile and gently said As soon as she jumped off the martial arts platform, she looked cold and cold, like an icy beauty.
The woman was so uncomfortable that she almost cried. Chu Lang had no choice but to smile bitterly and couldn't watch anymore.
The Xuntai side was playing fiercely. Chu Lang couldn't remember which batch he was in, but it still wasn't his turn. Chu Lang almost thought the referee had missed his name.
Chu Lang looked at every pair of people who came up. Except for a few opponents from Tianming Sword Sect and Luo Zongmen, the fight lasted for a longer period of time. The others were almost decided in a few rounds.
I feel that the foundation of the sect has always been stronger than that of some large and small families, and the confrontation between the disciples of the families can last longer. If they encounter the disciples of the eight Yunzhou sects, they will not be able to last long, but fortunately, the purpose of the conference is over. He left the scene due to injuries, and there were no fatalities.
Not long after, Chu Lang's vision became a little tired. He simply looked around and watched several other exciting competitions in the distance. The eight arenas were very lively, with boos and cheers coming from time to time. Many arenas frequently experienced one-sided situations, and some even Just like Hua Feifeng, he knocks down his opponent with one move, and his victory is as easy as swallowing water.
Suddenly, a small hand from behind patted his shoulder, and he hummed: "Senior Brother Chu, what are you looking at? Have you tried it before?"
Hua Feifeng and Mu Yueling actually came to him. Chu Lang asked curiously: "Feifeng, you lost the competition. How come you finished the competition so quickly and met a master?"
"Look at you, you're such a crow, you dare to curse my cousin for losing the competition. I'm going to fight you." Mu Yueling rolled her eyes and came over, chasing after Chu Lang with her little hands.
"Ah, don't fight, don't fight, I was wrong. Your cousin is very skilled in martial arts, how could she be defeated?" Chu Lang dodges and shouts in a hurry.
"Huh, forget it. My cousin just finished two matches and won both. The referee said that we will go back this afternoon and we will continue to arrange the competition." Mu Yueling explained with a smile on her face, obviously feeling relaxed for her cousin just now.
Happy to win the victory.
"It's so fast. It's not my turn here yet, I guess it will be here soon." Chu Lang said helplessly.
"Well, we are here to cheer you up. It seems that my two masters in the ring have not collided much. The two of you in the stands have been fighting for so long and there is still no winner." Hua Feifeng looked at Xun.
The two figures on the stage intertwined with each other and showed a rare smile, which was completely different from the previous frosty expressions.
Chu Lang had just seen a few waves of people being beaten indistinguishably, and he suspected in his heart: "Did he get drawn into the death group? Just now Zhang Han actually defeated a disciple who was in the ninth level of spiritual space. It seems that sooner or later he will
We are about to meet him. I didn’t expect him to progress so fast. Could it be that Demon Lord Yun Shisan gave him some magical elixir, or is it because the Jingmo Sect’s martial arts are extremely unique and their cultivation speed is reversed?”
"Brother Chu, are you nervous?" The girl Mu Yueling saw the ugly look on Chu Lang's face and thought that Chu Lang was shocked by this scene and was nervous inside.
"You're kidding, isn't this child's play? What do I have to be afraid of?" Chu Lang said with a speechless expression.
With cheers all around, the last group of the group on the stage had finished competing. An older disciple changed the huge canvas wall next to another list. Chu Lang searched carefully and saw it at the seventh line on the ground.
The two characters "Chu Lang" stood out. It was finally his turn to take the stage. There were so many people.
The other party was a disciple of the Luo Zongmen named Li Mingkong. Chu Lang frowned slightly. It seemed that no matter what the outcome was, Luo Yan, Luo Jin and other Luo Zongmen people would resent him even more deeply. Humph, I will start with you today.
I will deal with it among my fellow disciples and slowly torture you. Don’t let me encounter you, otherwise you will definitely suffer hatred.
Eight people can advance to each arena, and a total of 64 people in the eight arenas will compete in the real semi-finals. Generally, the preliminary rounds are prone to one-sided situations, and there is not much to see.
After the grand ceremony just now, many disciples who did not participate in the competition quietly slipped away. Most of the remaining disciples who were watching were participating in the preliminary competition.
You may not have a chance to meet Zhang Han in Xuntai, and there is also the ruthlessness of the Qilin Alliance, but I am afraid that sooner or later you will have to face it when entering the re-examination competition, but I am still beating the drum, I don’t know if I can win with the hard work these days.
These two guys.
Chu Lang's eyes gradually became hot, and he glanced at Zhang Han across the ring with expectation. The boy happened to be looking at the book as well, and the two of them inadvertently showed a meaningful smile.
After a quick glance, Chu Lang ignored the opponent, because at this moment the referee was already calling his name, and it was finally his turn to play.
Chu Lang slowly climbed onto the ring along the stairs, and behind him came the shouts of Mu Yueling and Hua Feifeng: "Brother Chu, come on."
Hearing that Hua Feifeng had become more friendly, Chu Lang turned around and smiled slightly, giving the two of them a reassuring look.
Li Mingkong appeared out of nowhere and stepped onto the ring with a beautiful dodge. There was a round of applause and cheers from all around, but Chu Lang slowly walked up the stairs.
The ladder is actually dispensable. For these rebellious young disciples, a beautiful appearance is one of the purposes for them to compete in the ring. Otherwise, how could there be so many desperate Lingkong Realm disciples signing up for the competition.