Now I announce the first session of the Centennial Drill Competition, and I invite the heads of each major sect to select three disciples from each faction to participate in the competition, remembering, it must be a disciple who has cultivated during the out-of-body period. An old Dong sect stood on the central stage of the square and announced.

The old man on the stage was also very single, and announced that he closed his eyes on the competition table, as if he was asleep, and said nothing. The major heads of the audience have selected the disciples of their own sects, the big sects are better, and the heads of the small sects are even more excited, they all want to rely on the disciples to win some light for their own sects.

After a while, all the major sects in the audience sent three disciples to stand in front, the old man on the stage seemed to pinch his fingers, as soon as the disciples in the audience stood in a good position, his closed eyes opened, swept the disciples in the audience, and said: "I will now read out the rules of the competition, please listen carefully." ”

"One: During the competition, no one is allowed to poison anyone, and there is no forgiveness for violating the law. ”

"Two: When competing, if the opponent has already admitted defeat, or has no ability to resist, then make a move, and deal with it according to the severity of the situation. ”

"Three: It is forbidden to use the forbidden law or take pills during the competition, and all qualifying matches will be cancelled in violation, and then the responsibility will be investigated. ”

"Do you understand the above three points? Do you need to read them out again?"

"Understood. The disciples in the audience responded one after another, all looking nervous, rubbing their hands.

The old man nodded with satisfaction, and then said: "The top three in this competition have heavy rewards, the first place: a low-grade immortal weapon, the second place: 300 high-grade spars, and the third place: 100 high-grade spars, everyone work hard!"

When the disciples in the audience heard this announcement from the old man on the stage, their faces were full of excitement, they didn't expect that the prizes of the Centennial Drill Contest in this world were so rich, and they even had immortal weapons, which was a big deal! Although the low-grade immortal weapons were looked down upon in the eyes of Long Wuming, when it came to these small sects and small factions, they were really high-grade magic weapons!

"Alright. Everyone understood. Let's draw lots!" the old man saw the excited expressions of the disciples on the ground. There was a hint of disdain on his face. Said lightly to the bottom.

Many disciples lined up in a regular manner and drew lots one by one. Wait until all the lots have been drawn. Some people are happy and some are worried! Some of the disciples who have been drawn to small sects and sects have a look of joy on their faces. Some unlucky disciples of the small sect drew lots for the disciples of the great sect. His face changed on the spot.

"The first scene was by the disciples of the Dong sect against the disciples of the Fengmen land. Lao looked at the jade in his hand and gave the name of the first person who went out of the venue.

The old words have just fallen. Two disciples flew below. One with a proud face. Dressed more gorgeously young man. looked at the rather shabby-dressed disciple on the other side with disdain. I guess this man is a disciple of Paidi!

"Senior brother, please be merciful. The sadly dressed disciple saw the expression of the disciple of the sect opposite. There was not the slightest hint of fear on his face. Still, he humbly addressed the subject with a kind word.

"Come on!" the disciple of the Sect saw the momentum on the opponent's body. The disdainful expression was also put away. Said coldly.

"Brush!" just do it, the shabby disciple didn't say a word, and quickly attacked the disciple of the sect, a white shadow flashed, the two had already exchanged hands four or five times, and there were bursts of explosions on the martial arts stage from time to time.

"This disciple is good, it is worth cultivating well!" The sect leaders around Long Wuming were discussing one after another, and the three, three, two, and two gathered together and commented in a whisper.

Seeing the disdainful expression on Long Nameless's face, King Qin smiled faintly: "Nameless, who do you say will win this competition?"

"Relying on foreign things will never make a big deal. Long Wuming said something that didn't match.

When King Qin heard Long Wuming's words, he was stunned for a moment, and then said with a smile on his face: "Yes! Relying on external things will never be able to achieve great things, it seems that everything is still based on one's own cultivation is the right way." ”

Just when Long Wuming was chatting with King Qin, the victory and defeat on the stage had already been divided, and sure enough, it was the disciple of the Dong faction who had won, but it could be regarded as a miserable victory! If this disciple hadn't been armed by his body, it was estimated that he would have lost a long time ago.

The competition went on one after another, during which the disciples of the Huaxia faction also took two written exams, but they only encountered a small sect, and they won the game without spending much effort.

"The next one, by the disciples of the Dong faction against the disciples of the Huaxia faction. Lao Yi read the name as usual, but when he read the Huaxia faction, his eyes suddenly flashed with a fine light, and then immediately converged.

As soon as the old voice fell, a young man armed to the teeth flew up from below, standing proudly on the competition platform, very stylish

The young disciples of the sect waved their hands.

A young man dressed in colorful costumes also jumped on the stage, hugged his fist at the young man and said, "Please be merciful." ”

"Hmph, if you're afraid of losing, get out, I can spare your life. The disciples of the Dong sect spoke with a strong sense of threat.

"The Huaxia faction only has disciples who died in battle, and there are no disciples who retreat. The disciple of the Huaxia Sect said lightly, his heart was already full of anger, but he still endured it.

"I'll let you see what a big pie is today. The disciple of the Dong faction said disdainfully, and then directly held the magic weapon and attacked the disciple of the Huaxia faction with his bare hands.

With an interested expression on King Qin's face, he asked Long Wuming, "Aren't you worried that your disciple will suffer?

"These are not the things that should be done, why should I bother about doing it?" Long Wuming smiled mysteriously at King Qin.

The bursts of cheers and crashes that came from time to time in the field showed the intensity of the competition in the field, and the heads of several major sects sitting next to Long Wuming saw the process of the competition in the field, and they couldn't help but be moved, it seems that the legend is still true, and the strength of the Huaxia faction should not be underestimated!

"Boom!" There was an explosion in the field, and then there was a muffled snort, and Long Wuming followed the prestige, only to see the three generations of disciples of his sect staring back six or seven steps and stopping, his chest rose and fell, and there was a trace of blood on his waist, and it seemed that he had been slightly injured.

And the disciple of the Qi faction snorted, his face was cloudy, and then his face changed suddenly, and with a pop, a pillar of blood spurted out, standing with a flying sword in his hand, and a pair of resentful eyes fixed the disciple of the Huaxia faction, as if he had a deep hatred.

"Take, take. The disciple of the Huaxia faction arched his hand at the disciple of the Xuan faction, and then wanted to walk off the competition platform without looking back.

The disciples of the Huaxia faction have always adopted the style of a soldier, so when they saw that the opponent was unable to fight anymore, they didn't want to kill them all, so they let him admit that he had lost. It's a pity that he didn't expect that the disciples of the sect opposite were not grateful to him at all, on the contrary, it made him even more resentful.

The disciple of the Dong sect had a cloudy face on his face, as if he had made up his mind, and after gritting his teeth, he pinched his hand and summoned the natal weapon in his body, which was actually a low-grade immortal weapon and rushed directly to the enemy on the opposite side.

"Eighteen be careful. The disciples of the Huaxia Sect in the audience shouted one after another, reminding them of the danger behind their brothers in the field. Because in the Huaxia faction, Wang Qiang and others adopted the army model on the earth, so they only had code names, and there were no names.

"Doom!" The eighteenth on the stage was also very vigilant, and when he heard the shouts of his comrades in the opposite stage, he quickly turned around, but unfortunately he was greeted by a white light, and in the midst of great danger, the eighteenth tightened his abdomen and moved a little to the left.

"Times", the sound of a magic weapon passing through sounded, and everyone in the audience was shocked, they didn't expect such a scene to happen.

The disciple of the sect was stupid, he didn't expect that his opponent was not dead yet, but he was only seriously injured, but he didn't dare to move, because the opponent's hand was pinching his neck, and he could guarantee that if he moved a little, he would definitely die first.

"You are really shameless, is this how your sect teaches disciples?" A cold expression appeared on the face of the eighteenth, and the murderous aura on his body became stronger and stronger.

"Be bold, let our senior brother go. The disciples of the Yan faction who watched from the stage shouted one after another, and even some disciples summoned magic weapons and wanted to rush directly to the stage to do it. Of course, the disciples of the Huaxia Sect are not vegetarians, and they have also gathered together, ready to do something to them.

Seeing that the situation was a little out of control, Xiao Feng stood up and shouted, "Stop it all." ”

"Boss. When the disciples of the Dong sect heard their master's drink, they all stopped their steps, and looked at their head with puzzled expressions on their faces.

"Presumptuous, have you turned the sky upside down? Also, Yun Fengzi, you give me a hundred years to go back to face the wall, and execute it immediately. Xiao Feng's face was murderous, with an expression of hatred that iron could not be made of steel.

"Damn, this time the face is too big, if you lose, you will lose, why bother to make a sneak attack, you don't look at this there, there are those people here, for the sake of the faction, I have to sacrifice you like this first. Xiao Feng thought secretly in his heart.

On the eighteenth, the bird did not bird Xiao Feng, his eyes looked towards his own master, as if waiting for instructions, if the head did not nod, he was ready to kill the sneak attack in front of him. What he saw was Long Wuming nodding his head, and then he let go of the opponent who was pinching his neck in front of him, and said with a look of disdain on his face: "Don't meet me next time, otherwise I will definitely end your life." ”