More than 200 participating disciples entered the venue from four exits and gathered in different areas.
When they stopped and stood on their own, many warriors on the viewing platform were shouting heart-breakingly for their idols.
These days, who among the outstanding disciples with some reputation doesn’t have fans?
"cough."
The city lord of Liyang City appeared on the central competition platform, and the shouts gradually died down.
"On behalf of Liyang City, the city lord welcomes outstanding disciples from all sects to participate in this sect competition."
"I also hope that in the next competition, all the contestants will achieve good results and win supreme glory for the sect."
After some official talk, the city lord began to roll the names.
"Didaomen, Tang Bolan!"
"exist!"
"Longyue Villa, Cheng Mianjin!"
"exist!"
"Iron Eagle Gang, Wang Situ!"
"exist!"
"Buxing faction, Zhou!"
"exist!"
Every time the Lord of Liyang City calls his name, the relatives, friends and fans of the named disciple will cheer loudly and cheer in the spectator stand.
"Iron Bone Sect, Tian Qi."
"exist!"
Ga.
There was silence in the viewing platform, and then there was a burst of laughter.
"Tianqi? Is it the seventh eldest child in the family, or is it a medicinal material used to treat diseases?"
"As expected of a ninth-rate sect, all the disciples who go into battle have such names."
Even the contestants standing nearby waiting for their names to be called looked at them with disdain, and even thought to themselves how they could stand with someone with such a common name.
Bearing the ridicule from the viewing platform and the disdainful looks from nearby contestants, Tian Qi clenched his fists and said in a low voice: "Brother, I want to hit someone."
Li Qingyang said: "Be patient until the competition begins."
"call!"
Tian Qi took a deep breath to calm down, looked up at the high platform and looked at the leader, secretly saying: "Master, this disciple will not let you down!"
…
The roll call continues.
When a well-known elite disciple of a certain sect is called, it immediately arouses heated discussion, all kinds of praise, and all kinds of envy.
"Iron Bone Sect, Su Xiaomo!"
"exist!"
"Haha, that's a pretty good name."
"It's a pity that he is too short, so he was killed as cannon fodder at the beginning of the game."
Those who are pleasing to the eye will be pleasing to the eye however they look, and those who are displeased will be disliked no matter how they are looked at.
This is the mentality of the warriors watching the battle. They despise the Iron Bone Sect from the bottom of their hearts, so they always look for shortcomings from various angles.
The cautious old man who came a step behind the city gate asked in surprise: "Isn't that Li Qingyang?"
He and his disciples always believed that Su Xiaomo was the number one genius in Qingyang City.
The old man frowned and said secretly: "It's not Li Qingyang, but his body skills are so agile. Is it possible that this ninth-rate iron-bone sect is still hiding its dragons and crouching tigers?"
"Iron Bone Sect, Li Qingyang!"
"exist."
The viewing platform suddenly fell silent.
Everyone focused their attention on the tall and tall Li Qingyang, praising him for being the number one genius in Qingyang City and his extraordinary aura!
It's a pity that I was blind and joined the garbage Iron Bones faction.
"Why."
On the high platform, the fat elder shook his head and said, "Such a good young man, if he joins the Cangshan Sect, he should have broken through to become a martial disciple by now."
"Obviously there are better choices, but if you insist on joining the Nine-Level Sect, you will waste such a good talent."
"Other sects are tireless in teaching others, but Master Jun is tireless in destroying others."
No one laughed at Li Qingyang, only felt regretful, and even more contemptuous of the leader of the Iron Bone Sect who recruited such a genius.
Jun often smiled and listened, but did not speak.
What did you say? Blasted with them, argued with them?
It makes no sense. The best way to shut them up is for the disciple to prove it with his strength.
…
The roll call continues.
Not long after, when Xiao Sinji's name rang out, the viewing platform became silent again.
Many warriors raised their heads and looked at the high platform in the east, where several elders of the Xiao family were sitting, wanting to see the expressions on their faces.
"Click."
The great elder crushed the tea cup and said coldly: "A waste should not appear here, and should not be embarrassed."
By chance, Jun Changxiao was sitting on the high platform next to him. Seeing the old guy's eyes flashing with anger and murderous intent, he touched his nose and said, "Are you from the Xiao family?"
The eldest elder of the Xiao family seemed to be aware of it and turned his head to look over.
The two looked at each other.
Jun Changxiao smiled politely, then pointed at him, put it against his temple in a pistol position, and opened his mouth and made a 'snap' sound.
This is a warning to him not to have murderous intentions towards his disciples, otherwise I will kill you with one shot.
It's a pity that the First Elder couldn't understand him. Seeing his weird posture, he said disdainfully: "No wonder he accepted that trash as a disciple. It turns out there is something wrong with his brain."
…
After a roll call, all the more than 200 participating disciples were present. The Lord of Liyang City, without any ink, immediately announced the rules of the competition.
The rules are simple.
More than 200 people were divided into groups, and the opponents were determined by drawing lots. The winners were promoted and the losers were eliminated.
In order to prevent disciples from the same discipline from meeting each other, contestants from each faction will be arranged to draw lots in different areas.
Five people, Lu Qianqian, were assigned to areas A, B, C, D and E.
Before heading to each competition area, Li Qingyang said solemnly: "Senior sister, junior brother, the master is watching from above, we can't let him down."
"cut."
Lu Qianqian stepped into Area A.
"Senior brother, I understand!" Su Xiaomo and Tian Qi held their chests high and strode towards their war zone.
Xiao Sinji stayed where he was, looked up towards the high platform, and looked into the eyes of the leader, his eyes suddenly became more determined.
At that moment, except for Lu Qianqian's personality, the blood of the four disciples boiled, and they understood more deeply that they were about to fight for the sect!
Jun Changxiao, who was sitting on the high platform, leaned forward and rested his chin on the back of his hands, secretly saying: "Come on, my disciples."
…
More than 200 disciples took their seats and began to draw lots, which was then announced in public by the person in charge of the war zone.
"In the first game of the first round, the iron-bone faction Tian Qi will fight against the big red sect Sun Kai!"
"Oops."
The fat-headed and big-eared elder of the Dahong Sect said with a smile: "Master Jun, what a coincidence, my disciples met the disciples of your sect in the first round."
Warriors from all sects cast envious glances.
If one of his disciples draws this, it will be equivalent to being sent to the second round.
You always smile and say nothing.
The drawing of lots continued, and hundreds of disciples were matched with their opponents one after another.
Except for Li Qingyang, all the disciples from various factions who met Su Xiaomo and others as opponents had smiles on their faces, as if they had entered the second round in advance.
"The first round of competition has begun, contestants are invited to come on stage!"
Tian Qi and Sun Kai stepped onto the competition stage, and they bowed their hands in a ceremonial manner, which meant that the first martial arts competition in the first round was about to begin.
"That disciple of the Dahongmen seems to have opened the twelfth stage of his pulse. He can definitely kill him instantly."
"In this sect competition, there are quite a few tenth-level Kaimai sects. The Iron Bone Sect disciples encountered the twelfth-level in the first battle. They were very unlucky."
"Hahaha, with that kind of stuff, isn't it bad luck for everyone you meet?"
The warriors discussed privately and laughed constantly.
The elder of the Dahongmen was also laughing, and said: "Master Jun, my disciples have a bit of a short-tempered temper, and sometimes they are not gentle or serious. If I hurt your disciples, please forgive me."
"oh."
Jun Chang responded with a smile.
"Start!" the referee's voice recalled.
As soon as he finished speaking, Tian Qi, who was on the competition stage, rushed over and punched Sun Kai in the abdomen, sending him flying away.
This Dahongmen disciple did have a bit of an irritable temper. However, when the game started, before he could calm down his irritability, he was already lying on the sidelines howling and screaming.
The fatness of the Dahongmen elder suddenly solidified, and his small eyes turned into big ones.
Jun Changxiao said lightly: "You are so weak."
Tian Qi, who was on the fighting stage, retracted his fist, scratched his head and said, "I didn't control my strength well, and I accidentally knocked someone away."