Yunzheng covered her mouth and coughed a few times, quickly covering up her gaffe. To be honest, she was shocked.
Has uncle become so popular that both men and women take advantage of him?
The friends all looked at Yunzheng in shock. They seemed to be shocked by what the male elementalist said just now. Mo Jing couldn't help but blurt out: "Something is wrong, uncle is being targeted by a man!"
Yunzheng almost choked on her saliva again: "!"
Feng Xinglan and others showed strange expressions.
Di Nian successfully advanced and returned to the waiting area with extremely brisk steps.
The warm atmosphere at the scene suddenly weakened.
In the first round of promotion competition, a total of 5,000 people were eliminated.
In the second round of the arena promotion competition, half of the people were eliminated.
About two hours later, the five thousand contestants in the waiting area drew spiritual lots again.
The number Yunzheng drew this time was two thousand and one, and his friends also drew different numbers. So Yunzheng was relieved that none of their Fengyun team had the same number.
If the same numbers are drawn, there is no problem in a fight, but the problem is that the eliminated person will not have the opportunity to ascend to the high-level continent.
The first promotion round took two days, the second promotion round took one and a half days, and the third round took one day...
By the fifth round of the competition, the number of participants dropped sharply from 10,000 to 625.
The number of people who were originally packed in the waiting area suddenly shrunk by more than 90%, and now there are only 625 scattered people left in the waiting area.
The opponents that Fengyun Team encountered in the first four rounds were not all strong in the Holy Dao world, so they all advanced unscathed.
"Come on, draw lots!"
The elders of Shenye Sect distributed spiritual lottery to everyone again.
The numbers range from one to three hundred and twelve. Yunzheng drew number one this time, Feng Xinglan drew number three, Zhongli Wuyuan drew number 152, and Yu Qiu drew number 167.
, Yan Chen is No. 195, Mo Jing is No. 200, and Nangong Qingqing is No. 230.
Mu Yin drew a blank and successfully advanced to the bye.
"Ayin, you are so lucky."
Mu Yin held the blank soul lottery and said with a smile: "Then I will just sit there and watch your game with great pleasure."
After a pause, Mu Yin cleared his throat, looked around the seven Yunzheng people, and frowned in a serious manner: "I hope you won't embarrass me, and you will win this round! Do you hear me?"
Yu Qiu was the closest, grabbed the back of Mu Yin's neck, and said with a dangerous smile: "Can our A Yin still train others?"
"Ah ah ah, I know I was wrong, Brother Qiu!"
"Saoqiu, don't hit Ayin!" Mo Jing sternly stopped him.
When Mu Yin heard this, he sniffed in emotion and cast a very grateful look at Mo Jing.
Mo Jing didn't seem to notice the look in Mu Yin's eyes at this moment. He raised his hand and rolled up his sleeves, then changed the subject and said, "Let me beat you!"
Mu Yin's expression froze: "..."
"Hahaha……"
Since Yunzheng and Feng Xinglan were drawn No. 1 and No. 3 respectively, they played together.
Yunzheng tilted his head and nodded to Feng Xinglan, then boarded the No. 1 arena. Feng Xinglan also boarded the No. 3 arena.
When Emperor Zun saw Yunzheng on the stage, his eyes followed her unconsciously, and the corners of his lips under the mask were slightly raised, showing a different kind of tenderness.
Mr. Zhuang frowned. Why did he feel that the terrifying cold air emanating from Emperor Zun next to him had weakened a lot? What was going on?!
The man in the ghost mask held his chin with one hand, like a noble and carefree young man, and his dark eyes fell on Yunzheng.
Yunzheng...
You shouldn't have showed up.
There was a hint of unknown meaning in the eyes of the man with the ghost mask.
Within the waiting area_
The elf girl Muyin suddenly felt her heart suffocate. Some horrifying scenes appeared in her mind, and her pupils couldn't help but dilate.
She hugged her head tightly with both hands, as if something had hit her back, and her sea of consciousness felt like it was exploding in pain.
"Yinyin, what's wrong with you?" The elf boy Mu Chu asked anxiously.
Mu Yin sobbed in pain and said: "Brother...Brother, my head hurts so much! I saw some more pictures, it's very scary..."
Mu Chu patted her back gently and said comfortingly: "Don't be afraid, brother is here."
She took a few deep breaths, her hair on her temples was wet with cold sweat, and her pretty face suddenly turned pale. A bit of panic flashed across her face, and she grabbed Mu Chu's arm tightly.
The picture that appeared in her mind just now has faded, but the shock left in her cannot be dispelled.
"Brother...Tengu eclipses the sun, great chaos is coming, and all living beings are in turmoil. Kneel down in mourning!"
Mu Chu's eyes changed, and he immediately covered his sister's mouth, carefully looked around, then lowered his voice and asked seriously: "What's the big mess?"
"Here..."
When Mu Chu heard this, his eyes were complex and changeable, with unprecedented caution. Suddenly, he raised his eyes and looked at Yunzheng who was standing on the No. 1 ring.
He sent a message and asked Mu Yin: "You once said that Miss Yun will save you once, is it here?"
Mu Yin thought about it, and the picture in her mind was blurry, but she remembered that she saw the figure of Sister Zheng. If she guessed correctly, Sister Zheng was the one who saved her in this chaos.
She pursed her lips and nodded.
Mu Chu asked again: "Can you remember the details?"
Mu Yin shook her head with tears in her eyes, obviously worried.
Mu Chu comforted her with a warm voice: "Yinyin calm down her emotions first, and then tell her brother when she remembers something."
"good."
The brothers Mu Chu and Mu Yin did not realize that behind them, there was a charming and fair-skinned young man looking at them thoughtfully, his bright red lips slightly parted in an arc of unknown meaning.
Arena No. 1_
Yunzheng's opponent is the senior sister from the same sect - Ji Baiman of the Hai Clan.
Yunzheng smiled slightly and said, "Senior Sister Ji."
Ji Baiman laughed and sighed: "I have escaped so many strong men, but I couldn't escape you. Junior sister Yun, please don't treat me so violently. My delicate skin and tender flesh cannot stand the torture."
When she thought of the scene where Junior Sister Yunzheng wiped out an arena, she felt a little scared.
Yunzheng had a good impression of Ji Baiman. She smiled and said, "Since Senior Sister Ji said so, I will never use violence."
"Thank you." Ji Baiman chuckled.
The two stood facing each other, and the battle was about to break out!
"The promotion competition officially begins——"
Yunzheng immediately summoned the flaming spear.
When Ji Baiman saw this scene, she raised her hand, and a water dragon moved in the air with her hand. The next moment, a blue mermaid tail loomed on her lower body, which was very beautiful and eye-catching.
Neither of them said much and went straight into fighting mode.
"Fire Phoenix Spear!"
"Water Dragon Jue!"
The phoenix-shaped flames and the dragon-shaped water attack collided fiercely in the void.