one generation one pair

In the competition arena, it was quiet. The disciples of the holy sect sitting around held their breaths and focused their eyes on the two men on the competition platform. More people were watching the holy sect named Shoutiange Disciple, occasionally turning his head and talking to the person next to him doesn't know what he is talking about.

"That person is Chou Tiange, who claims to have an unusual relationship with the Holy One."

"It's fake, it's just that his bag is only showing two eyes and he's limping back?!"

"Who knows, I heard that the Four-fold Gate has sent people to focus on Shutiange. If you don't use the martial arts of the Holy Gate in today's martial arts competition, you probably will be taken to the Four-fold Gate to drink tea. I will wait for you." Let's wait and see what happens, let's watch the show!"

Although the Battle of One Door attracts quite a few people every year, it seems that there are more people than usual this year.

On the viewing platform, Sanchongmen Zangying looked at the two people who were waiting to start the competition on the competition platform, and hummed: "It's a donkey or a horse, just pull it out and you'll know, although the martial arts that Chou Tiange used yesterday is not like that of the Holy Gate Internal martial arts, but he has a good martial arts body, a good foundation, not bad, he is indeed the person I have my eyes on!"

"Hehe—" There was a sneer from the side, and Qingfeng, the sixth-layer gate guard waving a fan, interjected, "Dare to use martial arts that are not from our sect in full view, this worrying song...is really interesting!"

"Hmph, Wei, don't think that I don't know that you want to win over You Tiange because you want to get married with the Holy Venerable. Who in the Holy Gate doesn't know about your six-fold gate's flirtatiousness?" With a look of contempt, he snorted, "Being a human being is like a triple door, only looking at strength, and not going heresy!"

"Oh..." Wei Qingfeng elongated his tone strangely, and sighed, "Then why didn't Brother Zangying try to win over Shutiange? You and I can see his strength, but even though Brother Zangying knows that Shutiange is not strong enough So vulgar, but also hesitant because Wo Tiange doesn't use his own martial arts?"

Zang Ying and Wei Qingfeng stared at each other. Fortunately, before the two of them fought, the martial arts competition on the competition stage had already started. Would Tiange still dare to use martial arts from the non-sacred sect?What will the people with the four doors do?

Everyone looked at the stage with curiosity.

On the stage, the corners of someone's mouth raised slightly, what exactly did Bu Fengchen want to do?It was just a few encounters, but Bu Fengchen helped me recover my martial arts, and even let me participate in the competition for a seat in the first sect. Yesterday, I intentionally used martial arts that were not from the holy sect in front of everyone, and at night, Bu Fengchen appeared again and taught me the inside of the holy sect. martial arts.

If it is said that Bu Fengchen is acquainted with the master of the Holy Gate, the Venerable Sheng, then does it mean that the Venerable Bu Fengchen helped me in this way?The Holy One wants me to recover my martial arts, and I will desperately participate in the competition for the seat of the first sect, why?

In order for me, a disciple spreading rumors in the first-level gate, to climb to the top of the holy gate, and let the holy venerable see what kind of person I am, Chou Tiange?

Why bother?

Just for the sake of that holy man who doesn't know what he looks like, just according to that person's wishes, he has to let people throw their heads and blood on the competition stage to climb up.

"Please!" The Sahabi disciple standing opposite clasped his fists with piercing eyes.

I looked up at the other party, there was a little smile in my eyes, what kind of joke, did the holy venerable think that I was worried that Tiange was an ordinary disciple of the holy sect, I am not a saint, but a willful It's just a demon. A demon will never listen to anyone, let alone a saint.

The Holy One wanted me to participate in the competition for the seat of the first class, so I participated, it was only because Bu Fengchen helped me recover my martial arts, and whether I would fail in the competition for the seat of the first class, that is another matter .

"Please." I already had an idea in my mind. Once I fight, I will pretend to be knocked down and jump off the stage, so that everyone can watch a "good" show.

"Drink!" The disciples of the Holy Gate shouted loudly, winning applause from the audience, and rushed over like a storm.

I put on a stance where I was, and jumped off as soon as the Sahabi disciple came over. Who knew that just when everyone thought that there would be a wonderful battle on the stage, and when I was about to lose the game, who knew? I didn't expect that the disciples who were my opponent suddenly fell backwards with lightning speed.

After losing, there was a sudden silence in the arena.

I was in a daze for a while, what's going on, I haven't fought just now, why did this person fly out by himself?

"I'm defeated!" The disciple of the holy sect got up from the ground with a deep pain, turned around and left the arena, leaving everyone confused and confused.

"This... what kind of competition is this?" Triple Gate Zangying's eyes widened, it was clear that the disciple had deliberately lost the competition just now!

"Oh... oh..." Wei Qingfeng from the Sixth Layer Gate looked very happy, his eyes sparkled brightly.