Immortal Martial Venerable

After the lottery was finished, soon, a duel list was posted, and a crowd of disciples immediately gathered to watch. After this method of drawing lots, every disciple who participates in the Nine Meridian Trial will compete with two other disciples in two games.

In the two duels, the disciples who have won the two games and the disciples with one win and one loss can advance to the next round of competitions, and the disciples who have lost both games will be eliminated.

The reason why you don't follow the method of determining the outcome of a game to advance to the end of the game is because a game of determining the outcome will often bury other disciples with great potential and great room for development.

It was like, if Li Lingfeng faced Dongfang Chen, then Dongfang Chen would be eliminated if he lost, and with Dongfang Chen's strength, he would definitely not stop here.

Therefore, in order to avoid such things from happening, each disciple will have two competitions. Even if one of the two competitions is defeated, they will not be eliminated.

Of course, if someone draws a strong opponent like Li Lingfeng, and he is drawn by another strong opponent, then he is in luck.

"Huh! I can't think of my second opponent, it will be him!" Gu Fei mixed among the disciples, watching the posted list of the first round of the competition, with a smile on his face. .

One of the two opponents is an acquaintance. Unexpectedly, in the first round of the competition, the two met.

"Hey! Gu Fei, you are destined to be unlucky this time!" Suddenly, a strange voice came from the side.

When Gu Fei heard this voice, he couldn't help frowning. He knew who the owner of the voice was without even looking. He didn't bother to care about this pesky guy.

However, this guy is very ignorant. Seeing that Gu Fei ignored him, he did not retreat. Instead, he came forward and whispered in Gu Fei's ear: "If you are willing to return that talisman to me If you do, I might ask Senior Brother Dongfang to make you lose decently and not so ugly."

"Huh?" Gu Fei turned his face fiercely, two sharp, blade-like eyes shot from his eyes, staring at the unexpected guest, and said in a deep voice, "Wang Yuanzhi, I never thought you were shameless to the point. The so-called son of a family?"

The man was glared by Gu Fei’s fierce gaze, and he was already scared, but when he heard Gu Fei’s words, his face changed, his face changed from startled to anger, and the muscles on his face became slightly angry due to anger. There was a twitch.

"Haha! Okay, Gu Fei, you have a kind!" Wang Yuanzhi smiled furiously, then turned and walked towards Dongfang Chen, looking for Dongfang Chen to vent his anger.

The surrounding disciples had already noticed this scene, and they were all surprised. They couldn't understand why Gu Fei dared to anger Wang Yuanzhi.

In the Taixuan Sect, Cui Lingfeng's line is waste wood, which has become a consensus among the disciples, and Gu Fei's cultivation has always been the bottom of the younger generation of disciples in the Sect. Why is it so emboldened this time? He's not afraid that Wang Yuanzhi will settle accounts with him?

It turned out that Gu Fei's defeat of Wang Yuanzhi didn't spread through the door. This Wang Yuanzhi actually had some means to make the two disciples who had been with him tight-lipped.

Sure enough, Gu Fei saw that Wang Yuanzhi didn't know what was being said in Dongfang Chen's ear, and Dongfang Chen's gaze immediately turned to Gu Fei, his eyes flickering.

But no one thought that now Gu Fei is no longer afraid of Wang Yuanzhi. This Wang Yuanzhi’s cultivation base is only waking me to the top of the five heavens, and Gu Fei’s cultivation base is already two heavens higher than him. Gu Fei, one hand can defeat Wang Yuanzhi, why should he care about this person who is far weaker than himself?

Even Dongfang Chen is just a cultivator at the same level as him, and he is naturally dominant among cultivators at the same level, and he is stronger than a cultivator at the same level.

"Brother, what did Wang Yuanzhi say to you?" Zhao Zirou walked over and asked with some worry. She still knew that Wang Yuanzhi was a person. It was a sleek figure among the young disciples.

"Haha, nothing..." Gu Fei didn't want Zhao Zirou to know his grudge with Wang Yuanzhi.

Just when Zhao Zirou was about to say something more, suddenly, there was a melodious bell ringing in the Supreme Profound Hall, and all the disciples immediately refreshed. For a while, the noisy square suddenly became quiet.

The sound of the bell also interrupted the conversation between Gu Fei and Zhao Zirou.

On the steps in front of the Supreme Profound Hall, the figure of the Taoist Profound Law appeared. He took a step, looked around the countless disciples on the square under the steps, and said loudly: "The test begins."

With that, he flicked his sleeves, walked back to the seat, and sat down. The rumbling drums suddenly resounded through the sky, and if the drums of battle on the battlefield rang together, Gu Fei heard it in his ears, and suddenly there was a feeling of blood boiling.

"it has started!"

After a beating of the drums, a crowd of disciples swarmed towards the nine arenas on the square. In the nine arenas, eighteen people at a time went up to the duel. Eighty-one disciples who participated in the competition were able to complete their first place nine times. Field competition.

"Brother, I went up!" Zhao Zirou was among the 18 people who entered the ring for the first time.

Gu Fei looked at Zhao Zirou and said, "Well! I wish you a victory!"

Zhao Zirou's face blushed inexplicably, showing a shy look, and then walked towards one of the ring.

The nine arenas, which are more than one foot high, are five feet in diameter, and line up from west to east. They are from No.1 to No.9. The arena where Zhao Zirou competes with others is No.3.

At this time, all the disciples of Zizhufeng's line had gathered in the audience, and Zhao Zirou's opponent was the disciple of Mochizuki Peak's line named Chu Zhan.

A group of disciples from Mochizuki Peak also came to the stage to cheer up with Na Chu Zhan.

"Master!" Zhao Zirou came to the stage and smiled at her master Yan Xingyun, but there was no trace of tension on her face.

"Be careful!" Yan Xingyun, the master of Zhao Zirou, ordered. Yan Xingyun, a charming middle-aged female Taoist priest in Zizhu Peak, appeared to be graceful and graceful in her green robes.

The same door competition, only when you click, but after all, the competition is a competition, and occasional misses and injuries to the opponent will happen.

Zhao Zirou responded, and her right leg slammed on the ground, and her body immediately rose into the sky and fell to the stage lightly. The one-foot-high ring, even without any Taoism, can jump up.

Zhao Zirou is beautiful and beautiful, and she wins snow in white. Most of the disciples, including Zi Zhufeng, are male disciples. When Zhao Zirou comes on stage, she immediately feels awe-inspiring and attracts the attention of all the male disciples.

At this moment, Zhao Zirou's opponent, Mochizuki Peak's Chu Zhan, also jumped onto the ring. The two approached each other, and the two sides stood at a distance of about ten feet away.

Zhao Zirou handed over to Chu Zhan, "Please enlighten me from Brother Chu."