Disciple, you are too evil.

The rules of the preliminary round were also very simple: about 200 people came forward to draw numbers, and the one who drew number one would play against the one who drew number two, the one who drew number three would play against the one who drew number four, and so on.

Huang Shang and the other two also came forward to draw numbers.

"The numbers have been drawn. Whoever's number I read out will come up to play. Number one vs. number two, go to position one on the east side, number three vs. number four, go to position two on the east side..." an elder shouted.

"Huang Shang vs. Qin Wenxuan, position ten on the west side."

As soon as the elder finished shouting, a handsome man ran to position ten on the west side.

Huang Shang heard her name being called, and she also went to position ten on the west side.

"The Saint is on stage. I wonder what realm she is in now?"

"She should be in the Nascent Soul Realm, otherwise she won the first place in the Canglin Secret Realm."

"I've never seen her take action before. Let's go and have a look."

When they heard Huang Shang was on stage, many disciples ran to the tenth position. Although there were more than 200 people competing in the preliminary round, the real eye-catching ones were the geniuses from each peak, such as Fang Shiyuan, Sun Xiaokong, and Nan Lian, the disciples of Zixiao Mountain with genius appearance.

Huang Shang walked onto the stage and looked at the disciple who was competing with him. This disciple's realm was not low either. He had cultivated to the ninth level of the Golden Core Realm and was considered an elite disciple of Zixiao Mountain.

"Ha, today I want to see why Junior Sister Huang won the first place in the Canglin Secret Realm." Qin Wenxuan said.

Huang Shang quickly rushed to the top of the list on the last day in the Canglin Secret Realm. Many geniuses in Nanhuangzhou were actually not convinced, and some disciples of Zixiao Mountain were also dissatisfied.

She didn't even make it to the top 100 in more than half a month, and suddenly she rushed to the top of the list. She must have cheated.

The cheating method must be very covert.

Anyway, I don't believe she can rush to the top of the list.

"Brother Qin, please." Huang Shang said.

"Take out your sword, do you want to fight me with bare hands?" Qin Wenxuan said.

"I don't use a sword, I only have a piano." Huang Shang said.

"Come on, use your piano to fight me." Qin Wenxuan said.

"I won't use the piano for you." Huang Shang said.

"Junior sister Huang, you are looking down on me. I, your senior brother, also have my pride. If you don't use the piano, I won't use the sword either." Qin Wenxuan said: "Well, you look at me, I look at you, and see who can win between us."

"That's it, see if you use the piano."

Huang Shang smiled and flicked her fingers, just like she usually played the piano.

A stream of energy turned into a substantial shape, leaving a white trace in the air, and went towards Qin Wenxuan.

Qin Wenxuan saw Huang Shang attack, and he was startled, and hurriedly raised his sword to block.

"Ping".

Qin Wenxuan's sword was instantly shattered by this force, and then he felt a great force coming from the broken sword.

"Puff." He was shocked and spit out blood.

The power was beyond his imagination, and this finger actually injured him.

"Stop, Huang Shang wins." An elder shouted.

"Fuck, Brother Qin is at the ninth level of the Golden Core Realm, but he can't block the finger of the Saint."

"What realm is the Saint, and she is so fierce."

Huang Shang's face did not show any excitement. He was at the peak of the ninth level of the Transcendent Realm, and Qin Wenxuan was only at the ninth level of the Golden Core Realm, with a difference of two major realms. If it wasn't just a competition, she could kill him with this finger.

Huang Shang turned around and returned to Yang Qiu's side, waiting for the next game.

"Fang Shiyuan vs. Wen Yu, position seven in the south." The elder read.

Fang Shiyuan soared into the air and landed on the seventh platform in the south with one step.

Then a strong man also stepped onto the No. 7 platform.

"Brother Fang will definitely win. There is no suspense in this round."

"Can he win? Brother Fang has already reached the first level of the Transcendent Realm. I am afraid that except for a few peak masters and elders, there is no one in Zixiao Mountain who is higher than him."

"Wen Yu is unlucky. Why did he run into Brother Fang?"

Wen Yu stood on the stage and said with a sad face: "Brother Fang, don't be too fierce or too cruel. Give me some face."

"Brother Wen, you are too polite. It is hard to say who will win or lose on this stage." Fang Shiyuan said.

"Brother Fang, you are too modest. You can beat the shit out of me." Wen Yu said.

"Brother Wen, don't say anything. If you say anything again, I will really beat it out for you." Fang Shiyuan said.

Fang Shiyuan showed his spear, and a phantom appeared on the stage. He instantly appeared behind Wen Yu.

The spear was across Wen Yu's shoulder. Wen Yu was still at a loss at this time.

"Hey, Junior Brother Wen, why don't you dodge or block?" Fang Shiyuan asked.

"Hey, Senior Brother, it's not that I don't dodge, you dodge too fast, I'm not ready, your gun comes." Wen Yu smiled bitterly.

Hearing Wen Yu's words, the disciples of Zixiao Mountain who were watching the excitement were also confused.

"..."

"Uh, so, how about we do it again, you must dodge this time." Fang Shiyuan said.

"Junior Brother Wen, are you ready?"

"Senior Brother Fang, I'm ready."

"You attack first."

"Then Senior Brother Fang, you have to be careful."

After saying that, Fang Shiyuan walked farther away from Wen Yu, and then he flashed his spear, waiting for Wen Yu to attack first.

When Wen Yu saw Fang Shiyuan like this, he slashed with a knife, and the knife light turned into an arc and hit Fang Shiyuan.

Fang Shiyuan thrust out his Dark Night Spirit Spear, hitting the tip of Wen Yu's knife with one shot. Then he dodged again, circled around Wen Yu, and then hid behind Wen Yu.

Then Fang Shiyuan flashed again, far away from Wen Yu.

"Hey, Brother Fang, why don't you fight? Do you look down on me and don't want to fight with me?" Wen Yu asked.

Fang Shiyuan smiled and said nothing.

"Brother Fang, you fight, do you want us to tie?" Wen Yu said.

Fang Shiyuan still smiled and said nothing.

An elder was also very curious when he saw this. He walked behind Wen Yu and took a look, then turned around and said, "Fang Shiyuan won this round."

"What, I just made one move, how did he win?" Wen Yu said.

"Yes, it seems that the two of them just made one move. Elder, you can't be biased towards Brother Fang. It's wrong to do so." A disciple who was watching said.

"Although we also know that Brother Fang is very powerful, you can't judge like this."

"Don't talk nonsense, you two come and take a look." The elder said.

The two disciples walked behind Wen Yu with doubts, looked at his neck, and ran to his eyes to take a look.

"Fuck, Brother Fang's spear skills are so superb. I am convinced. Brother Fang will definitely win this round. The elder's evaluation is correct and fair." One of the disciples saw it and praised.

"Brother, why do you say that?" Wen Yu said anxiously.

"Come, I'll give you a mirror to look at yourself." A disciple took out a mirror and handed it to him.

Wen Yu took the mirror and looked at it. He was shocked. There was a shallow white scratch on his neck. The scratch was a whole circle around his neck.

This must be Brother Fang's spear.

In a blink of an eye, Brother Fang actually scratched a circle of white marks on his neck, and there was no blood on his neck. His spear skills are really superb.

Not only superb, but also the control of this force is unmatched.

"Brother Fang, I admit defeat." Wen Yu bowed to Fang Shiyuan, and then left sadly.

There is no comparison. One move can show the huge gap between the two. Brother Fang is really the number one in Zixiao Mountain.

The preliminary round of more than 200 people was divided into several areas, so the competition was very fast. In a blink of an eye, more than half of the people finished the competition.

"Bai Zhao vs. Sun Xiaokong, position six in the north." The elder read.

"Senior Brother Xiaokong is going to play, everyone must not miss it." A disciple shouted.

Among the younger generation, Sun Xiaokong's status in Zixiao Mountain is second only to Fang Shiyuan. He is the second pride of Zixiao Mountain. Now after a year of hard practice, his realm has reached the seventh level of the Nascent Soul Realm.

Hearing the shouts, most of the disciples gathered around.

"Come on, Senior Brother Sun, you will definitely win."

"Only Senior Brother Fang in Zixiao Mountain can suppress Senior Brother Sun. No one else can be Senior Brother Sun's opponent."

"The Saint is also very powerful. Didn't you see that she defeated Qin Wenxuan with one move just now."

"Tsk, how can Qin Wenxuan compare with Senior Brother Sun."

Hearing his name being called, Bai Zhao walked over from Yang Qiu's side and walked towards the sixth position in the north.

"Who is this Bai Zhao? She is so charming, how can her strength be comparable to Senior Brother Sun?"

"Hey, Junior Sister, you've said too much. What's wrong with being pretty? What's wrong with being good-looking? Don't be jealous of others just because you are not good-looking. I like to see Junior Sister Bai like this."

"It's hard to say that she is Junior Uncle's disciple. Why is Junior Uncle accepting disciples again?"

"Junior Uncle is so annoying. Why doesn't he want me?"

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