Wu Liang glanced at Jin Xin and asked with a smile: "Brother Jin, do you want to open a gambling game? This battle is destined to be exciting, and the people here are extraordinary..."
Before Wu Liang could finish speaking, Jin Xin interrupted Wu Liang directly, shook his head and said: "There are so many senior experts standing on the stage, do you think it is suitable?"
"Besides, we are also in the game this time. I can't do this kind of thing," Jin Xin said.
When Wu Liang heard this, he said with some regret: "Well, I'm still planning to make a fortune this time, but it seems it's impossible."
"Making a fortune? With so many geniuses competing in the same field, how dare you determine who the final winner will be?" Jin Xin asked.
Wu Liang glanced at Ling Feng beside him and said, "Who else can it be? With me, Brother Ling Feng, here, do you think others can do it?"
"I don't know the strength of others very well, but I know the strength of Brother Lingfeng very well. He is the only person I admire," Wu Liang said with a smile.
Jin Xin also glanced at Ling Feng, laughed and said, "You are right."
Ling Feng said quickly: "You two, please stop flattering me here. I can't bear it."
"It's better to keep a low profile," Ling Feng said.
Jin Xin smiled and said: "Low-key? What you do is not low-key at all."
Confucian sage Zhang Fuyao stopped talking, and Dugu Baitian, who was standing at the side, said in a deep voice: "For the sake of fairness, you come up one by one to draw lots. The person who draws the same number will be the opponent in the first round."
"Start now!"
As he spoke, Dugu Baitian took out the metal box used for drawing lots. There was a formation in it that could block the spiritual consciousness so that no one could cheat. The number drawn depended entirely on luck.
Everyone did not hesitate, and everyone seemed very excited and full of expectations. However, these were people who were confident in their own cultivation strength. Some monks with weak cultivation strength were a little nervous.
When I was drawing lots, I was still praying silently in my heart, praying that I would be lucky and not draw Baili Changkong, a master like Jiang Junhao. It would be better to draw some unknown and weak casual cultivators, so that my ranking could be higher.
The rewards you get will also be better and more visible.
Ling Feng and others stepped forward to draw lots, while Wu Liang smiled and prayed: "I hope we don't draw each other. I don't want to compete with you on the same stage. That would be too boring."
"I think you are afraid of losing," Jin Xin joked from the side.
Ling Feng and others stepped forward and did not draw lots first. Instead, they bowed to Zhang Lingxu along with Ye Hongshang and Xie Xinyuan.
"Master!"
"I've met the Peak Master!"
Zhang Lingxu nodded with great satisfaction, looked at the three of them and said: "Keep up the good work, don't be careless and underestimate the enemy, just show your best."
"yes!"
Ling Feng said respectfully.
Everyone on the side was shocked when they saw this, and looked at Zhang Lingxu in surprise. No one expected that this person, whom most of them did not recognize, turned out to be Ling Feng's master.
Is this person from the Tianxuan Sect of the Eastern Region? A person from the Tianxuan Sect is actually qualified to stand on this stage?
At this moment, everyone present looked confused, but they were also more interested in Zhang Lingxu. After all, Ling Feng had already made a name for himself. Everyone knew that Ling Feng was very powerful and could be considered a dark horse.
And if he can train a disciple like Ling Feng, Zhang Lingxu's strength will not be weak, but everyone doesn't know who he is.
Zhang Lingxu quickly looked at the Confucian sage Zhang Fuyao and introduced: "This is my master, you should call me master according to your seniority!"
Ling Feng had guessed it a long time ago and thought that the master was indeed a close disciple of the Confucian sage, so he and Ye Hongshang quickly prepared to bow to the Confucian sage.
However, the Confucian sage waved his hand and stretched out his hand to support Ling Feng and Ye Hongshang, preventing them from bowing and saluting. Zhang Fuyao smiled and said: "You are not my Confucian people, and Zhang Lingxu did not teach you
Confucian knowledge only teaches you the art of swordsmanship, and I am not qualified as a master."
"Of course you are worthy of this master," Ling Feng didn't care what the Confucian sage said, he directly bowed and saluted, bowed to the Confucian sage and said: "Student Ling Feng, I have met the master!"
"Student Ye Hongshang has met Master!"
Ye Hongshang also followed Ling Feng and bowed respectfully. This is a Confucian saint, a Confucian saint. Of course, such a big person must have connections. Even if Ye Hongshang is not interested in Confucianism at all, then she must be this person.
Disciple and grandson.
She must not miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Zhang Fuyao laughed loudly and said: "Okay, okay."
"This is your uncle!" Zhang Lingxu introduced while looking at Meng Shu.
Meng Shu held his head high when he heard this and waited for Ling Feng and Ye Hongshang to greet him.
Ling Feng and Ye Hongshang didn't hesitate, they quickly bowed and saluted, and said respectfully: "Junior, I have met my uncle."
Meng Shu nodded, and then said: "Don't always fight and kill on weekdays. If you have time, come to our Changsheng Academy, read more, and listen to the teachings of the saints."
"Yes! I will definitely go when I have time!" Ling Feng said quickly.
"Hurry up and draw lots!" Zhang Fuyao said from the side.
Zhang Lingxu warned from the side: "If you encounter a Confucian disciple, you must show mercy."
"Disciple, please remember this!"
Ling Feng and Ye Hongshang nodded when they heard this, and then walked aside to draw lots.
Meng Shu looked at Zhang Lingxu from the side and said, "Are you so sure that your disciple will be the opponent of my Confucian disciple? Are you showing mercy?"
Zhang Lingxu said with a smile: "I know my own apprentice best. Senior brother will just wait and see."
Meng Shu smiled and said: "The Confucian disciples in my academy are not ordinary people with their awe-inspiring righteousness. Junior brother, please don't look down on us scholars."
"How dare I look down on scholars?" Zhang Lingxu glanced at the Confucian sage beside him and said quickly: "It is precisely because I envy scholars that I became my master."
Ling Feng and Ye Hongshang went to draw lots. Ling Feng drew lot 8, and Ye Hongshang drew lot 6.
As soon as the two people stepped off the stage, Wu Liang, Xie Xinyuan and others quickly came up. Seeing the numbers in the hands of Ling Feng and Ye Hongshang, they breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "Fortunately, fortunately, we didn't win.
each other."
"I am the number 2 pick, Xie Xinyuan is the 20th pick, and Jin Xin is the 36th pick."
"That's good," Ling Feng said with a smile.
At that time, many people who knew each other were looking at each other's numbers to see if they were drawn together. No one wanted to compete on the same stage with someone they knew.
However, there was still some unlucky luck. The same sect was drawn, and both of their faces became extremely ugly for a while.
However, there are some people who are more forward thinking and said with a smile: "This is also good. At least it can ensure that one of us can advance. If we are separated, maybe we will not be able to advance."
After everyone had drawn lots, Dugu Baitian said in a deep voice: "Okay, now that everyone has chosen their number plates, please go to the competition venue to compete."
Dugu Baitian waved his hand as he spoke, and on the high platform where the eight of them stood, ten rays of light flickered above their heads, and ten beads the size of fists appeared above everyone's heads.
Everyone's eyes were attracted by these ten beads, and they all looked up.
Dugu Baitian said in a deep voice: "There is a cave inside these ten beads. The people with the first ten numbers will enter the corresponding beads in turn and compete in them."
Everyone was shocked when they heard this. They didn't expect that Tianjiao City would have such a big deal, but they knew without thinking that it must be Guan Tian, a master of the formation.
These ten beads are all evolved from the formation. No matter how they fight in it, they cannot cause too much trouble. Otherwise, if these people are allowed to compete in Tianjiao City, Tianjiao City will be razed to the ground.
"Okay, let the competition begin!" Dugu Baitian said in a deep voice.
As soon as Dugu Baitian finished speaking, Baili Changkong stood up and flew towards the No. 1 bead. When he was only one meter away from the bead, a ray of light flashed, as if he pushed open a door made of a formation.
Entered another formation space.
Another casual cultivator from the Southern Territory who was holding the No. 1 lottery and just about to leave suddenly looked helpless. At this moment, he was a little bit dumbfounded. If others didn't know the strength of Baili Changkong, as a person from the Southern Territory, he was
It couldn't be clearer.
In desperation, the man directly raised his hand to signal Dugu Baitian and said helplessly: "Senior, I admit defeat!"
"Admit defeat?"
When Dugu Baitian heard this, he immediately frowned and looked at the man with a puzzled expression. The man said helplessly: "I'm not your opponent. I can't stand a single move. There's no point in competing."
"Okay," Dugu Baitian nodded, and then shouted to Baili Changkong in the formation: "Come out, your opponent has given up, you win."
Baili Changkong didn't show any expression when he heard this and walked out directly.
When everyone saw this, they didn't look down on the man who had admitted defeat. Most of them were gloating about his misfortune, thinking that his luck was really bad. He met one of the favorites to win the championship.
But they were also glad that they did not encounter Baili Changkong, otherwise they would have to admit defeat.
Immediately afterwards, everyone stepped into the formations corresponding to their respective numbers. Ling Feng and Ye Hongshang entered the formation beads No. 8 and No. 6 respectively.
There is already someone in Formation No. 8 in advance. This person is none other than He Chuang, one of the three heroes of the Southern Territory. He Chuang is full of confidence at the moment and is still waiting to show off his skills and show off his skills in front of everyone.
own style.
However, when He Chuang saw Ling Feng, he was stunned for a moment, and his heart skipped a beat, wondering why he was so unlucky? He unexpectedly met Ling Feng.
"Why is it you?"
He Chuang looked at Ling Feng in disbelief, his face full of helplessness and unwillingness.
Ling Feng didn't expect that his opponent would be He Chuang, and said with a sneer: "I didn't expect that my opponent would be you."
At this moment, everyone outside the formation looked up to the sky. There were ten pictures in the sky, corresponding to the ten formations.
Due to the barrier of the formation, the people in the formation cannot hear the voices of people outside. This is also to prevent the duel between them from being disturbed, but the voices inside can be clearly heard outside.
As soon as everyone heard the conversation between Ling Feng and He Chuang, their eyes suddenly lit up, knowing that there was a story between these two people.
Some monks from the Southern Territory even shouted loudly: "This is He Chuang, one of the three heroes of our Southern Territory. His cultivation is very strong. There is no way this Ling Feng can be his opponent."
"You're right, Ling Feng's strength is absolutely impossible to be He Chuang's opponent!"
For a while, everyone was looking forward to the showdown between these two people. This kind of showdown with grudges is the most exciting.
"Okay, I admit defeat!" He Chuang was very unwilling, but he had no choice. If he met others, he would dare to fight them, but facing Ling Feng, he had already competed before, and the three brothers
Together they are no match for Ling Feng, let alone alone.
Rather than being defeated in front of everyone, it is better to admit defeat openly and avoid wasting time, energy, and injury.
"What!"
"Admit defeat?"
Everyone present was stunned when they heard this and looked at Ling Feng and He Chuang in disbelief. No one expected that He Chuang would directly admit defeat. This was really hard for everyone to understand.
The monks in the Eastern Region were even more dumbfounded at this moment. They had been bragging for He Chuang just now, but now it turned out to be good. He Chuang simply admitted defeat. This was really a slap in the face.
However, some monks from the Eastern Region sneered loudly: "Didn't they talk about the Three Heroes of the Southern Region? Didn't they say they were very strong? Why did they just admit defeat when they saw Ling Feng from our Eastern Region?"
At this moment, Ling Feng not only represented himself, but also represented the sect and the entire Eastern Region. Even the eliminated monks from the Eastern Region were screaming loudly and excitedly at this moment.
Some people began to ridicule the people in the Southern Region. The Eastern Region has always been called the weakest region, and all the people in the Eastern Region were aggrieved.
However, those people from the Eastern Region were eliminated early and could not refute. Now everyone can only place their hope on Ling Feng, hoping that Ling Feng can bring glory to the Eastern Region and let everyone know that the monks in the Eastern Region
Not weak.
Those who had followed Liu Yan before, now felt extremely regretful. If they had followed Ling Feng, at least they would not have been eliminated in the first level.
"I'm in trouble!"
He Chuang said helplessly, then turned around and left the formation.
Ling Feng was also a little surprised at this moment. He didn't expect He Chuang to admit defeat directly, but Ling Feng didn't think much and turned around and left the formation, leaving the venue to others.
After Ling Feng walked out of the formation, he looked towards the No. 6 formation, wanting to see how the battle was going on the senior sister's side.
You don't know the result. At this sight, Ling Feng suddenly frowned. Ye Hongshang's opponent's sword skills were extremely fierce. At this moment, Ye Hongshang was forced to retreat continuously. He could only rely on his own sword skills to defend.
There is no way to fight back.
"broken!"
When Ling Feng saw this, he blurted out, knowing that his senior sister had lost this battle. The guy with the knife was in the Fugue realm, and his senior sister was no match at all.
The reason why Ye Hongshang has not been eliminated is entirely because this man with a knife was teasing her.
Ling Feng noticed this and became furious. A cold light flashed in his eyes and he asked in a cold voice: "Who is this person? He is so arrogant, he dares to tease my senior sister!"
Wu Liang said from the side: "You don't know this guy? This guy is Yuan Mingxuan, the only disciple of the Sword Saint."
[The author has something to say]
The first chapter is a big chapter of 4,000 words. One chapter is worth two chapters, and there is another chapter that I am currently typing. The update is a bit late. Please forgive me! I wish everyone a happy Mid-Autumn Festival!