Eternal Gate

With that, Wu Xuantong retreated to the side.

In the center of the battle platform, there is a small wooden box hung. There are 109 jade tiles in the wooden box. The corresponding one is 109 new disciples who originally belonged to 108 disciples. The female coach Chi Yan walked through the back door and brought another one, um, it was Zhao Yun's.

Just like buying something, he is the gift that was given away.

Each jade plate is engraved with a number.

The two people who draw the same number are opponents. One hundred and nine disciples will fight in pairs. One of them is free, and the one who is free will be promoted directly without going to the battle.

"The brand bye, let me come."

Sikong Jiannan let out a bluff, and squeezed his hair when he was done.

Meaning! It's still obvious: I'm handsome, so don't grab the brand bye.

"Fuck!"

Whether the disciples on the stage or the spectators off the stage, look at his eyes, they are all slanted, such as this kind of talent, it is only a young man, a showdown? Do you think you are making a girl?

"You can draw anyone, don't draw Chu Wushuang."

This is a word in the heart of all the disciples on the stage.

If you draw others, even if it is the Heavenly Spirit Body and the Yinbing True Body, there is hope of winning.

If Chu Wushuang is drawn, then it is still knitting!

"It's better not to get her." Zhao Yun also muttered in his heart.

Hit it because you want to hit it, save it until the end to hit it, don't come up and hit it.

"Tian Ling Ling Ling Ling, let me draw Ji Hen."

Such as the words of God and God, sometimes sounded on the battlefield.

Qing Yao listened and couldn't help but secretly laugh, but if Zhao Yun was drawn, she would lose even worse.

After Zhao Yun heard it, he stepped up his head and looked ahead, wondering which talent it was so hard to think of.

"When you encounter a strong disciple, such as the body of the heavenly spirit, you will directly abstain."

"One hundred and nine people, each one, has a chance to be resurrected."

Mu Qinghan looked back, fearing that Zhao Yun would not know it, and specifically reminded him not to rush up.

"Understood." Zhao Yun smiled.

"Fuck, can you hurry up." Lin Xie cursed in front of him.

It was Sikong Jiannan, and he reached into the box with one hand, like fish in troubled waters, catching and catching.

Jiannan disagreed and took a piece of it.

After looking at the numbers above, he looked at Chu Wushuang again.

Well, the opponent is not Chu Wushuang, and he feels comfortable.

It was embarrassing to be sent to the wild card in the first round.

One disciple stepped forward.

By the time Zhao Yun had no choice, there was only one piece left.

One hundred and nine signs were hung on the wall, and it was clear who was whose opponent.

The brand of byes was drawn by Youlan and was the first to advance.

"Damn it."

Young City Lord Canglang looked at Han Ming and cursed secretly.

He was the most unlucky, and he drew Chu Wushuang in one hand.

"Bullshit."

He wasn't the only one who cursed secretly, and the other disciples also cursed his mother in their hearts.

Most of them have drawn strong opponents, such as the body of the heavenly spirit and the true body of Yinbing.

"You two, the aim is pretty accurate!"

Yun Yan looked at Zhao Yun and Mu Qinghan.

Her two disciples met, and it was the first one.

"I have no choice."

Zhao Yun held his hand, he was the last one to hold the sign.

Mu Qinghan let out a dry laugh, the hand of God came, she was aiming too accurately.

Wu Xuantong has already shouted, "Zizhufeng Jihen, Zizhufeng Mu Qinghan, come on stage."

"I abstained."

Zhao Yun didn't get up altogether, as it was a trip to see the senior sister.

Mainly... I'm embarrassed to beat him, and beat the elder sister in public, and the master will beat him when he goes back.

As for him, there is a resurrection match, and he can still advance.

"Don't be discouraged, there is still a chance." Mu Qinghan smiled softly.

Zhao Yun nodded, and the man who sat down honestly had no choice but to let him meet again this time and next time, but he couldn't. After all, there was only one chance of resurrection, and he had to get first.

In the first game, Mu Qinghan advanced without a fight.

"Chu Wushuang, Han Ming, come on stage."

"I... abstained."

As soon as Wu Xuantong finished shouting, he heard Han Ming let out a dry cough.

Seeing Chu Wushuang, he closed his eyes and slumbered, and he didn't move at all.

"Song Yu, Hanxue, come on stage."

Wu Xuantong stretched his waist and shouted for the third time.

"I abstained."

Yu Wenhao waved his hand and confronted Yin Bing Zhenzhen.

"Really interesting." Quartet sighed.

The first three games of the Xinzong Grand Tournament were all abstaining.

Counsel a little better, counsel a little safe, according to Han Ming and Song Yu, when it's time to counsel, you have to counsel, one opponent is Chu Wushuang, the other is Yin Bing Zhen, hard work that is looking for abuse .

"Yan Kang, get out."

Before Wu Xuantong could speak again, he saw Huadu on the stage and leaked domineeringly.

Yes, his opponent is Yan Kang. To be honest, he has waited for this day for too long.

"Afraid you won't succeed?" Yan Kang hummed coldly, and jumped onto the battle platform.

Seeing it, the spectators were sitting upright, and the grievances between these two people were probably spread throughout Daxia. One went to Drunk Menglou to prostitute. The other went to bomb people in the middle of the night.

Nowadays, meeting on the battlefield, how can we not spark.

"Fried, I let you blow."

Huadu yelled violently, and the fight had already begun. The blood was rolling, the offensive was swift and violent, and the fought Yan Kang frequently retreated. They were all young masters of the same clan, and the Taoism and heritage of Huadu were far stronger than that of Yan Kang.

"Come."

Although Yan Kang fell in the wind, his anger was not small.

His anger, I am afraid that no one can understand. From Wangucheng to Daxiazongzong, he was either bombed, pitted, pitted, or thrown. It was too difficult to pretend to be realistic. The anger for many days finally broke out today. Huadu hated the itchy teeth he hated. How could he not be like that? That night in the Drunken Dream Tower, the one who fought against him was the one who was fighting against him. If not, he would hold the beautiful woman. It will be him, it is the good thing that Huadu broke him.

boom! boom! lb!

There are a lot of roars and a lot of clang.

The scene on the battlefield was a bit bloody.

"Those two, I'm afraid they will kill their father."

Old Chen Xuan stroked his beard, and said something earnestly.

This is what many elders want to say. Whether Huadu or Yan Kang, it seems that it is no longer a duel, but is playing for life! The outcome seems unimportant, the important thing is to kill the opponent.

"Where did you go these days."

Yun Yan closed his eyes from the battle platform and looked at Zhao Yun.

"Dig...baby." Zhao Yun smiled dryly. He was ready to speak. While speaking, he didn't forget to look at the opposite side. He could see Yuan Miao but not Jin Xuanzhong. The old guy hasn't come back yet, maybe Still looking for clues in the underground palace, even Xinzong Dabi was not in the mood to watch it.

"In eventful autumn, it is best to go out less in the future." Yunyan said leisurely.

"Understood." Zhao Yun smiled.

After that, he sat down to Yunyan, "Master, what about our Tianzong's intelligence network."

"Ask what this is about."

As Yun Yan spoke, he took out an ancient book and flipped through it.

"curious."

"The Tianzong Intelligence Network has been hit hard and is still being rebuilt." Yunyan said.

"Break?" Zhao Yun frowned slightly, unable to determine the extent of the severe damage, but Yun Yan said that most of the losses were heavy. The reason why he asked the intelligence network was because of the Jin Xuanzhong. Ruotianzong still does not know that Jin Xuanzhong is a corpse clan. The spies, that would be too nonsense.