In the afternoon of the same day, the disciples who advanced to the inner gate, that is, entered the final qualifying competition, had all competed. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info the Self-improvement Institute and the Endless Club each occupy four places, which can be said to be evenly divided.

The venue for the qualifying match was chosen in the higher-level second-class martial arts arena. Under normal circumstances, only disciples who have officially entered the inner gate and have proud talents can have the opportunity to fight here. And being able to compete in such an important place shows how much attention the senior management of Xianyuan attaches to this qualifying competition.

In the first game, Sun Changkong met the favorite of this ranking match, and Gao Wanfei, the first person recognized by the endless club.

As early as the previous rematch, a war almost broke out between the two. Fortunately, Sun Changkong walked quickly so that the situation did not deteriorate further.

This time, a big war is inevitable. Although he was a little reluctant, Sun Changkong still stood on the martial arts field.

After only ten moves between the two, Sun Changkong realized the strength of the other party. Attack like a rainstorm pear blossom, defend like an iron wall. A Linlang treasure knife was played all over the sky, but it was still powerless.

Taking advantage of the gap between the two buffers, Sun Changkong quickly weighed the pros and cons. At present, the battle with Gao Wanfei is unknown. Even if you can get lucky to win in the end, you have to pay a terrible price. In this way, he was almost powerless to parry in the subsequent battles, and it was extremely difficult to get that better ranking.

Instead of fighting to the death now, it is better to save your strength for the time being and focus on the next games. In this way, even if you have to encounter Gao Wanfei in the end, after two rounds of consumption, the opponent's physical strength and aura will drop significantly, and even if you can't win, you won't lose too much.

Holding this idea, seeing Gao Wanfei sweeping across with a sword strike, Sun Changkong jumped back lightly and fell directly out of the field. In this way, in the midst of everyone's exclamations, the qualifying match in the first game ended with Gao Jianfei's victory.

"This ...... It's too easy to win!"

Not only the disciples who were watching the battle, but even some of the elders and Taoists present were puzzled. However, what was completely different from the reaction of the general environment was that the head of the house, Fang Xishi, looked in the direction of Sun Changkong with approving eyes and nodded slightly.

"Well, this kid is really interesting, I didn't misunderstand him at the beginning. What do you think, Wanqiu?"

As he spoke, he turned his head to look at the back, glanced at Shen Wanqiu, who was staying there, and said with a kind face.

"The head of the family knows the truth, and the disciples admire it!"

At the same time, the two of them came to the ring again, it was the civil war of the Ziqiang Academy, Zhu Dachuang, who was known as the little iron courage, and a reed bamboo sword river. As soon as the two come up, they fight against each other, and they have contacts with each other, which can be regarded as a tie.

But the more he got to the back, the more difficult Zhu Dachuang became. On the contrary, Jiang Liu, who played slowly and quickly, gradually grasped the initiative on the field with his fierce swordsmanship of both rigidity and softness, and made his opponent fall into his own rhythm. In the end, Zhu Dachuang was exhausted due to excessive physical exertion and was defeated by an hour in the game.

Although Jiang Liu won the game, it was found that many of his clothes had been torn and opened. It turned out that in the process of the two fighting, although Zhu Dachuang's iron courage fist did not hit Jiang Liu's body directly, the ensuing fist wind scratched his clothes. And if only one of these attacks hits, then the loss will be Jiangliu.

Afterwards, Zhu Dachuang was very dissatisfied with his defeat, and some people wanted to step forward to help, but they were all blocked by him. Sun Changkong, who was standing in the audience, frowned slightly when he saw this scene. And this scene was bumped into by Zhu Dachuang, who was angry.

"What? You coward is still qualified to judge me here, aren't you? If you're afraid of death, hurry up and go home and nurse! Be careful for a while, don't get hurt under my iron fist!"

As he spoke, Zhu Dachuang swung his fist at Sun Changkong and made a mocking posture. The surrounding disciples turned their eyes to the latter, and they wanted to see how the rookie would respond to this situation.

"Hehe, don't worry, there will be a chance for you to perform ......"

Sun Changkong smiled slightly, the expression on his face was very indifferent, as if he didn't take the other party's clamor to heart at all. At this time, some disciples began to discuss secretly, probably meaning that Sun Changkong's skills were not as good as others, so he could only admit it. However, he is not impressed by the evaluation of others. Strength is not said by mouth, fists are the last word.

It didn't take long for another martial arts arena, also located in the second division, to be known. The only two female disciples in this qualifying competition, Duan Hongxi, the red silk girl of the Ziqiang Academy, and Wen Yuguo Hanxiang of the Endless Society, faced off, and the former narrowly won with one move. And the second game, which is also the most unbright competition in this qualifying competition, Dong Erlang and Zhang Sanshui were anxious for an hour and a half, and they still failed to tell the winner. In the end, it was Zhang Sanshui who suddenly squeezed out an unknown ghost painting talisman, which caused a burst of lightning and thunder, which confused Dong Erlang's mind, and then he won the game by luck. But at this time, winning or losing the game is no longer the key, after all, what everyone wants to see is a wonderful matchup. No one will look at something that smells like a footwrap like this.

After the previous competition, those who advanced to the winner's group included Gao Jianfei, Duan Hongxi, Zhang Sanshui and Jiang Liu. The losers are Sun Changkong, Zhu Dachuang, Guo Hanxiang and Dong Erlang.

Then, the winner's bracket and the lower bracket are arranged in the two arenas of B1 and B2 respectively for the next showdown. By now, everyone who watched the excitement was beginning to get tired. After all, no matter how exciting the game is, there are times when you get tired of watching it. They are human beings, and they are always bored with them. Some weak-willed disciples gave up and went to the cafeteria in groups to eat. And the VIP seats on the stage are still full. It's not that they don't want to leave, it's just that they can't do such passive and lazy things because of their own face.

"Wang Daoren, do you think which of my disciples or your beloved disciples can break out of the loser group and the winner Zhai Yiyi?"

At this time, an old man with a white goatee sitting on the right hand side of Wang Daoren looked at him and smiled kindly.

"Hehe, Liu Daoren, aren't you pretending to be confused? The disciples who participated in the qualifying competition this time have similar strength. But if you talk about the overlord in the winner's group, it must be Gao Wanfei. It's just that when it comes to your apprentice Zhu Dachuang, although he is proud of his talents, his instruments are extraordinary. But he has the ability to use it but doesn't know how to use it, after all, he is just a brave and unscrupulous man. Compared to my disciple Sun Changkong, he is still a little worse. ”

After that, Wang Daoren gently picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip beautifully, with an expression of happiness and enjoyment on his face.

"Oh, you said my Zhang Wangyuan couldn't beat that waste apprentice of yours?"

"You can say whatever you like, let's still score a good score on the field!"

Wang Daoren glanced at Liu Daoren with a smile, and then turned his head to argue anymore.

All the participating disciples took a short rest, and the second round of the competition was about to begin. On Yiyi's side, it was Duan Hongsilk and Zhang Sanshui who came on the field. On B'er's side, Sun Changkong had better luck and drew the second game, so that he had more time to rest. And now the ones who are on the battlefield are Zhu Dachuang from the Ziqiang Institute and Dong Erlang from the Endless Society.

I don't know what medicine this guy took, Zhu Dachuang, who obviously ran out of energy in the last game, actually returned to a state full of energy and aura again this time. In comparison, Dong Erlang has not much strength at the moment after the last long struggle. Not to mention the competition, even the last competition was tired and sweaty. Sun Changkong knew that Zhu Dachuang had won.

There was no accident at the end of the story, and in a heart-rending wail, Dong Erlang fell heavily under the martial arts arena. Looking at his face again, his mouth and nose were bleeding, and his face was pale, as if he had eaten something highly poisonous. Several people stepped forward and carried him out, and the competition process was carried out.

But just when the exchange venue, Sun Changkong and Zhu Dachuang were wrong, the latter coldly spit out a sentence:

"You're next!"

In the face of such a threat of naming names, Sun Changkong was still dismissive. He just nodded politely, smiled softly like an ignorant child, and walked on. For the contempt of the other party, Zhu Dachuang hated it so much that if it weren't for the rules, he would have rushed forward to fight to the death.

Sun Changkong walked up to the stage, but the smile on his face became more obvious. Not because of anything else, but because I will be fortunate enough to compete with the few female disciples who participated in this competition. In a way, it's an honor for him.

Guo Hanxiang's name, Sun Changkong has heard of it somewhat. It is said that this woman was born with a string of warm white jade hanging on her body, and there was an indescribable fragrance all over her body. This aroma can be clearly discerned even from a few meters away. Some people say that she is the daughter of natural selection, and some people say that she is the reincarnation of Xianyu. Everyone had different opinions, but they didn't come up with a unified answer, and in the end they had to stop it.

However, for Guo Hanxiang, this is enough. It is because of this folklore that Xianyuan made an exception to this girl who did not have half of the fairy fate. Fortunately, her acquired growth bin did not live up to the expectations of the elders and Taoists in the door. In only five years, Guo Hanxiang became an elite among self-financed disciples, and many male disciples who had practiced longer than her were not as advanced as hers. At only seventeen years old, she has broken through the realm of strengthening her body and entered the realm of inspiration, which has amazed countless disciples. Not long ago, she had turned the piece of Wen Jade Lotus that had been born with her into a powerful magic weapon in a chance encounter, and now it was in his palm, emitting a pure white halo.

"In Xia Sun Changkong, please give me more advice!"

"You don't need to know my name, someone will tell you when you fall off the stage!"

As soon as the words fell, Sun Changkong suddenly felt a strange aura with an inexplicable fragrance coming to his face, and instantly surrounded him.

At this moment, Sun Changkong felt as if he was in that piece of jade, just because what he saw with his eyes was an endless mist.

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