The three days passed quickly, and the annual outer 'door' competition finally began. （wwW.800book）

Within the Immortal Sect, the ten outer 'gate' branches are all on display, and the 60,000 disciples are all gearing up and ready to go.

In the Molun Courtyard, on the huge square halfway up the mountainside, all the disciples of the 6,000 'gates' outside gathered here.

On the high platform at the northernmost end of the square, Deacon Liu was making an impassioned and generous speech, announcing the rules and rewards of the big competition, and encouraging the disciples to work hard.

In this big competition, the disciples who can stand out among the 6,000 disciples and win the top ten of the branch will receive rich rewards.

These rewards include 3,000 Yuan Spirit Stones, 300 'mixed' Yuan Dan, and rewards such as Mysterious Weapon Equipment.

The most important thing is that the top ten disciples are eligible for the personal guidance of Jiang Tiansheng, the chief deacon of the outer 'gate'.

Hearing that the reward was so rich, the disciples in the entire square were boiling, and everyone's faces were red with excitement, and their eyes were 'dew' and 'fine'.

After explaining the rules and rewards, Deacon Liu opened his mouth to announce the start of the big competition.

The first rule of this outer 'gate' competition is that only the strength of the eighth-level martial arts sect or above can be tested in the ring.

This regulation directly excluded more than 5,000 disciples, and only more than 800 people were able to participate.

These more than 800 disciples will 'draw' lots to determine their opponents.

A competition determines the winner, the winner continues to the next round of competition, and the loser is eliminated directly.

When He Wuxian rushed to the square with Tang Bao, Bai Yan, and Ninth Yuanchen, the competition had just begun.

All the disciples consciously retreated to the edge of the square and vacated the square with a radius of thousands of feet.

Ten small rings were arranged on the square, and more than 800 participating disciples would compete in the ring.

Deacon Liu sat on a high platform and was responsible for 'drawing' lots and supervising the process and order of the competition.

When He Wuxian and the four arrived, there were already twenty disciples in the ten rings competing, and the fight was crackling, Yuan Li was splashing with brilliance, and the battle was very 'fierce'.

His eyes swept through the crowd with sharp eyes, and he soon spotted Wenren Haoyue.

Passing through the crowd, he, Tang Bao and the others soon came to Wenren Haoyue's side.

Wenren Haoyue was holding Zhongli Yan'er's hand, placing herself in the crowd, quietly watching the game in the square.

Although the crowd around them was crowded, many disciples from the outer 'gate' cheered and cheered for the disciples who participated in the competition.

But the amazing thing is that no matter how crowded the crowd is, no one approaches the body of Wen Ren Haoyue within three feet.

It is probably because of the 'colored' scabbard on her wall, and her indifferent aura like an iceberg makes people dare not approach, making her stand out from the crowd. （WWW.800book）

"Wenren beautiful 'girl', Yan'er, hello. ”

He Wuxian came to Wenren Haoyue's side, stood side by side with her, and said hello with a smile.

Zhongli Yan'er returned the salute with a smile and greeted He Wuxi, Ninth Yuanchen, and Tang Bao.

Wenren Haoyue just glanced at He Wuxian with an indifferent expression, and did not speak, and continued to look at the competition in the square.

At this time, the disciples in the two rings had finished the competition, and the winners and losers had been decided.

Deacon Liu randomly 'draws' a few lots, and then shouted loudly.

"Yu Datong against the ninth yuanchen, the eighth ring. ”

"Wen Ren Haoyue vs. Fan Xiwen, No. 3 ring. ”

was called by name, Ninth Yuanchen and Wenren Haoyue were slightly stunned, and walked towards the square.

Tang Bao patted Ninth Yuanchen's shoulder and said with a smile: "Come on, Xiao Jiu!"

He Wuxian also stretched out his hand, 'revealed' a smile of encouragement, and wanted to pat Wenren Haoyue's shoulder.

Who knows, Wenren Haoyue seems to have already sensed his intentions, and his body flashed and dodged without 'showing' traces, and glared at He Wuxian with anger on his face.

"Ahem...... cough without hatred, but still didn't change his face and smiled at Wenren Haoyue: "Wenren is a beautiful 'girl', come on." ”

Zhongli Yan'er also waved her hand with hope on her face, and when she heard that Haoyue had reined in her anger, she nodded slightly at her and He Wuxian, and then turned to leave.

Ten breaths later, the ninth Yuanchen stepped into the ring.

His opponent is called Yu Datong, a big man with a big waist and a round waist, and he is also an eighth-level martial artist.

When he saw that his opponent was the Ninth Yuanchen, Yu Datong sneered proudly and said to the Ninth Yuanchen with disdain: "Little carpenter, you better admit defeat by yourself, I'm afraid that I will fight later, and I accidentally broke your little arms and legs, how hurtful and angry." ”

Obviously, Yu Datong knew the Ninth Yuanchen, and he also knew that he studied the technique all day long, and he was a little "not doing his job".

Moreover, the ninth Yuanchen is only sixteen years old, and Sven's handsome appearance looks like a young master of the family.

A rugged man like Yu Datong, compared with the Ninth Yuanchen, has already won in terms of momentum alone.

Even if he was ridiculed, Ninth Yuanchen was not annoyed, still with a calm smile on his face, and after bowing to Yu Datong, he swung his fist and attacked.

The two figures immediately bombarded together, splashing brilliance in the ring, and the muffled sound continued.

After ten moves, the ninth Yuanchen jumped high, like a goshawk fighting a rabbit, and hit Yu Datong with both fists, knocking him out of the ring, and winning.

The second rule of the outer 'door' competition is that one of the parties takes the initiative to admit defeat, or falls out of the ring, it is considered a loss.

The ninth Yuanchen, who won, stood in the ring and looked at Yu Datong condescendingly, grinning with a trace of disdain, and gave Yu Datong a middle finger.

Seeing this scene, He Wuxian couldn't help but pat Tang Bao's shoulder and said, "Sugar buns, Xiao Jiu has learned from you badly, and he can even compare his middle finger." ”

At the same time, Wenren Haoyue also stepped into the ring.

Her opponent's name was Fan Xiwen, a teenager around seventeen or eighteen years old, with the strength of an eighth-level martial sect.

As early as the day of the outer 'door' assessment, Fan Xiwen saw the Wenren Haoyue 'jade' Jane flying over, and admired him incomparably, and he was like a 'female' god.

Now, the opponent turned out to be his favorite 'female' god, and Fan Xiwen was suddenly a little nervous.

He tried to keep his composure, 'revealed' a smile that he thought was chic and humble, and made a polite appearance.

After saluting Wenren Haoyue, Fan Xiwen did not start fighting immediately, but looked at Wenren Haoyue with affection in his eyes and began to tell his heart.

Seeing this scene, Wen Ren Haoyue's eyes became more and more cold.

When Fan Xiwen just finished speaking, she had already waved her palm and shot out a cold brilliance, which directly blasted Fan Xiwen away and fell to the bottom of the ring.

From the stage to winning, it was only ten breaths of time, and it only took one move, which was simply neat and shocking.

In the crowd, He Wuxian and Tang Bao suddenly let out gloating laughter.

"Haha, even the chick who smells people dares to tease, that thing is really long!"

"Tsk, that guy is really miserable! Da Shao, I see, the sniffing chick is really infatuated with you. ”

He Wuhan raised his eyebrows: "What do you say?"

Tang Bao hurriedly squeezed his eyebrows and said, "Wenren chick already has a heart, of course she won't put other people in her eyes." That stupid bird Fan Xiwen expressed his infatuation in front of everyone's eyes, and I thought that the girl who heard the people must be afraid that you would be jealous, so she slapped the stupid bird away. ”

Listening to Tang Bao's analysis, He Wuxian laughed and nodded: "Well, it makes sense, hahaha......"

The two of them talked head to ear, and let out bursts of laughter, which caused the surrounding disciples to look sideways.

It didn't take long for Tang Bao to be named by Deacon Liu's 'draw'.

His opponent was a burly man eight feet tall with thick arms like a black bear.

The strength of the two is comparable, and they are both at the level of an eighth-level martial sect.

However, Tang Bao is still fearless, with the blood of the Dark Dragonman, he is infinitely powerful, and he is not afraid to compete with anyone at all.

After the two of them shook their fists in the ring and made four moves, Tang Bao roared angrily, and directly punched the opponent upside down and flew out and fell off the ring.

Three hours later, the first round of the competition ended, and more than 400 disciples were eliminated.

He Wuxian stood in the crowd and watched the battle for three hours, waiting to play, but he didn't expect Deacon Liu to call his name at all.

After the second round of the competition began, he came to the high platform and went to Deacon Liu to ask what happened.

"Deacon Liu, why don't you have my name, you shouldn't have forgotten me, right?"

Deacon Liu is 'drawing' lots and recording the results of the participating disciples, and he is too busy to 'hand' the results.

Hearing He Wuxian's words, he hurriedly put down the work at hand and explained to He Wuxian with a smile: "He Wuxian, you are the pride of our Molun Academy, this year's rookie king, how can this seat forget you?

"The reason why I don't have your name is because with your strength and your identity as the rookie king, you don't need to participate in the selection competition of this academy at all, and you will directly advance to the top ten. ”

Hearing this, He Wuxian was relieved and turned to leave.

However, he was muttering in his heart: "Damn, Deacon Liu didn't say it earlier, and the young master waited all morning." ”

The competition was still going on, and the battle in the ring was becoming more and more 'fine' and 'intense', and the more than 5,000 disciples around the square were also dazzled and quite 'excited'.

He Wuxian completely lost his interest in watching the battle and went back to the dormitory to sleep.

It wasn't until the sun set that the selection competition of the Molun Academy finally ended.

More than 800 participating disciples, after taking turns to fight and fight, won the victory over nine winners.

Coupled with the quota set by He Wuxian, the list of the ten strongest among the six thousand disciples of the Molun Academy was finally revealed.

When Deacon Liu announced the names of these ten disciples on the high platform, the disciples of the entire Molun Academy were boiling, cheering loudly in celebration.

Most of these ten people are powerhouses in the Martial King realm, but there are also a few that are unexpected.

He Wuxian, Wenren Haoyue, Duanmu Lingfeng, Tang Bao, Bai Yan and Ninth Yuanchen, these six places are impressively listed, and the remaining four disciples all have the strength of a first- to second-level martial king.

When he saw this list, He Wuxian's expression was a little stunned.

It was a matter of course for him to hear that Haoyue could win, and it was not uncommon for Bai Yan and Tang Bao to win.

Although the Ninth Yuanchen is only an eighth-level martial sect, he has a puppet giant and his combat power is very terrifying, so he can also win.

But he didn't expect that Duanmu Lingfeng had also advanced to the realm of the Martial King.