"First round, free challenge."

With the order of the Evil Wind Sect Master, the four protectors came out.

In front of each Dharma Protector, there are four disciples of the Evil Wind Hall, either in the first or second district, not necessarily, but without exception, their strength is all beyond the fourth order of the Qiyun Stage. With their heads held high, the sixteen disciples of the Evil Wind Hall showed arrogance, they were selected-

Disciple-elect.

Lin Feng stood among the preparatory disciples of the four districts, his face calm.

The rules of the new wind war, he had just learned from Brother Li's mouth. At the beginning, the four Dharma protectors took the lead in selecting the sixteen strongest disciples, and they did not need to challenge and directly advanced to the second round. Then select the disciples who are relatively weak, ranked 17th to 32nd, and become the candidates who are challenged.

As long as no one challenges them, they can advance directly.

"100 seconds, start choosing!" The Evil Wind Sect Master's face was indifferent, and he said in a deep voice.

Suddenly-

Sou! Sou! Sou! One figure after another, the dragon and tiger leaped out of the disciples, the vast majority of them were the disciples of the first and second districts, the new wind battle was the battle between the disciples of the first and second districts, and the disciples of the third district only had the strength of the seventh to tenth orders of the cyclone period, and the disciples who wanted to win the qi cloud period... It's too hard.

However, there are also a few third-district disciples whose eyes are red right now.

All of a sudden, there were about a hundred disciples, Lin Feng's gaze swept over, compared to the number of disciples in the first and second districts, more than a hundred were just a drop in the bucket. There were many disciples who thought they had no hope and did not go to war; It's more of an age discrepancy, after all, the requirement of the New Wind War is not to exceed thirty years old.

Interestingly, these more than 100 disciples were basically all crowded in front of the seven or eight waiting disciples, arranged in turn.

"It seems that these disciple-elects are the weakest." Lin Feng judged easily.

The weaker the strength, the more people will challenge, looking at the seven or eight candidate disciples' faces at this time, they are obviously suppressing the anger in their hearts. The rules of the free challenge are simple, and the last position is challenged. For example, if there are five challengers in front of one of the prospective disciples, the fifth challenger will face the fourth, the winner will play the third, and then the winner will play the second until the only challenger is decided.

Finally, challenge the candidate disciples.

In other words, the later a disciple who participates in the freedom challenge, the more battles he will have to experience. There is no rest in the Fresh Wind War, that is to say, one after another. There is no gap in the competition, the difficulty is quite large, and the more battles, the less cost-effective it is.

Lin Feng was not in a hurry.

Although all the eyes of the four districts are all cast at the moment, they are still like old monks in their minds, and they have not moved at all, which has caused ridicule in the three districts.

"Look, I'll just say, how dare he have the courage to participate in the New Wind War."

"Aren't you embarrassed, which of the sixteen disciple-in-waiting is not above the fourth order of the Qiyun Stage. Let a preparatory disciple be sent to death? ”

"What's that, as a martial artist, I don't even have the courage to challenge, heh, it's really contemptible."

……

The voices of the warriors of the three districts. Without mincing matters.

The preparatory disciples of the four districts were red-faced, but they were powerless to fight back, and they couldn't fight back, they were just preparatory disciples. Both in strength and status, there is a huge difference between them and official disciples. As time passed, a pair of eyes looked at Lin Feng, from the original expectation and longing. It turned into disappointment and unwillingness.

But Lin Feng was still unmoved.

Because he doesn't care about other people's eyes at all.

"There are thirteen disciple-elects... Someone challenged. Lin Feng looked ahead, in front of these waiting disciples, there were even more than a dozen challengers, and only one or two, and the number of people participating in the challenge at this time was close to two hundred.

Some disciples are thoughtful, or they are quite confident in their own strength, and they disdain to grab positions.

"Fourteen." Lin Feng watched another young man strolling out of the crowd in the first district, with an arrogant look on his face, and directly found one of the last three remaining disciples. As he walked out, a young man in battle armor also stepped out of the second district, and walked straight to the fifteenth.

The number of people who are challenged is constantly increasing.

The 100-second time limit is decreasing.

"The last ten seconds!" The loud voice of the Evil Wind Sect Master sounded, and at this time, all the people in the field who were ready to participate in the New Wind Disciple Battle had already appeared. Of the sixteen disciples who were waiting for the throne, only the unruly young man wearing a cyan battle armor and carrying his hands on his back was unchallenged.

"Look, Lu Jie has no one to challenge."

"Sixteen disciples, fifteen fourth-order Qiyun Stage, he is the fifth-order Qiyun Stage, who is looking for him!"

"If he is a disciple of the Four Great Dharma Protectors, he will definitely advance directly, so how can he have one more round of free challenges."

is also a disciple, and there is a difference between superior and inferior.

The status of the sect master's disciples is higher than that of the disciples of the Dharma protector, and the status of the disciples of the Dharma protectors is superior to that of the disciples of the hall master.

"Lu Jie......" Lin Feng's eyes lit up slightly, and the corners of his mouth drew a slight arc.

He was the first to challenge his opponent.

…

"Seven."

"Six."

"Five."

……

The loud voice of the Evil Wind Sect Master sounded.

At this moment, the venue was quiet, and the dust had basically settled, but suddenly, there was a commotion from the fourth district. A figure walked out of the crowd, and the preparatory disciples of the fourth district let out a tidal wave of shouts, and they were extremely excited.

The people in the three districts disdained and disagreed.

The disciples of District 1 and District 2 all looked at this preparatory disciple of District 4 with curiosity, including the four Dharma protectors, the five hall masters and the Evil Wind Sect Master, but their eyes were slightly surprised, especially the Evil Wind Sect Master, who was even more stunned.

"Why can't you sense his breath?" The Evil Wind Sect Master's brows furrowed slightly.

The last time he saw Lin Feng, he could obviously feel the strength level of this preparatory disciple, but now... It's like probing a whirlpool, a deep black hole. I couldn't figure it out, the Evil Wind Sect Master couldn't imagine it, and the current Lin Feng -

It's already a perfect body.

"A newcomer is a newcomer, brain-dead."

"Uninformed preparatory disciples, I don't know that the later the selection, the more challenges will be to be carried out?"

"It's so sad~"

……

Everyone in the third district sneered.

Many of the disciples in the first and second districts also smiled knowingly, but it was the first time they saw the preparatory disciples participating in the New Wind Battle, and it was simply a joke. However, under the convergence of everyone's eyes, no one expected the countdown of the Evil Wind Sect Master......

Lin Feng actually walked straight to the only open space.

The strong man in the second district, Lu Jie is in front of him!

What the!?

Everyone couldn't help but gasp, including Lu Jie's eyes widened, but in an instant, they were angry-

"Get out of the way, prepare the disciples!" Lu Jie scolded angrily.

In front of everyone's eyes, being challenged by a preparatory disciple, even if he wins, he will become a laughing stock. However, at this time, the hundred-second countdown was just over, Lin Feng's face was unshocked, and he stood in front of Lu Jie, and the scene was silent.

Suddenly, there was a burst of laughter.

… (To be continued......)