Escape from the desert with aura: I am the only native in the whole family

Chapter 702
Sanyuan looked Meng Jiuer up and down as if looking at a monster: "Junior Sister, what are you thinking? How could the ancestor come to see us for a competition?"

Sixi also gulped down her saliva: "Junior Sister, are you feeling unwell?"

Ah Jiu suddenly understood, well, Zhang Zhenwu and Zhang Zhenren are unattainable existences in the door.

At this moment, boom boom boom, three thunder and drum sounds sounded.

"Junior sister, come here!" Sanyuan reminded.

In an instant, even some brothers who were playing around on the field became serious and hurried back to their seats.

In such a large venue, with so many people, there was an instant silence, and the sense of inviolable coercion was like a dark cloud over everyone's head.

Soon, several people came out from the mountain gate.

A senior brother knocked on the gong three times: "Yes, please take your seat, all fellow disciples salute."

thump—

Everyone stood up, including Yaoyao who was beside Ah Jiu, and everyone clasped their hands together and shouted:

"Master Wanfu..."

Ah Jiu looked up at Gao Zuo, isn't that the real Zi Xiao?

Then walked up to the high seat were several senior brothers of Zixiao's peers. From Ah Jiu's observation, the three senior brothers were Wuya and Chiongji, and the other senior brother was the head of the sect.

Ah Jiu didn't even hear the name of his master Jiu Xian, how unpopular he is.

Next is the announcement list.

Uncle Wu Ya sits down and five people: Come out!Boom, boom, boom... The sound of the drums like war drums is deafening, and it also makes people's blood boil.

"Junior Sister, all the disciples seated by Martial Uncle Wu Ya are excellent, no wonder they were given five spots."

This is Sixi's gossip.

Sanyuan said: "Sixi, stop talking, it will be our turn later."

While introducing them one by one on the stage, Ah Jiu saw that a senior who called himself Zhang Liang was holding a plate in his hand, and he didn't know what it was for.

Ah Jiu poked Yaoyao: "What magic weapon is that?"

"The roulette wheel." Yaoyao whispered in Ah Jiu's ear: "This thing is actually very small in damage, but it can give back all the power of the opponent. Anyone who has the ability to control this roulette wheel can do it." Use it, it seems that my cultivation is average."

"Dong dong dong..."

The next ones invited are the disciples of Uncle Poor Ji, and there are also five places.

The last ones who came up were the disciples of the master master, the first one was Shao Yan, and the second one was Zi Ling...

"Why haven't we arrived yet? Logically speaking, our master must be a senior brother in the eyes of the poor uncle, won't we be missed?"

Sixi was bewildered.

Sanyuan also intends to take this opportunity to stop being aggrieved.

Who knows, the auspicious time has come...

Sanyuan stood up and shouted: "What about us? Master Jiuxian, sit down and brother..."

Before he finished speaking, Sixi grabbed her and pressed him down: "It's not like you don't know, our master has no status in the sect, and it's not our fault if we don't participate in the competition, just report the truth when the time comes."

Ah Jiu also felt that what he said made sense, and it wasn't that he didn't want to compete, but that he was expelled.

Having said that, a low-key Sanyuanxin sat down unwillingly, and there was an atmosphere that he didn't even want to look at it and just slapped his ass and left.

"In the first round, Wang Chun thanked the book..."

"Wait!" The person on the opposite seat stood up abruptly, and Ah Jiu recognized Zi Ling at a glance.

Holding the Tianshu sword in her hand, she strode across the competition field under the envious eyes of all her seniors, and clasped her hands on the high platform:

"Master, there is something unclear about disciple Zi Ling, why didn't Master Jiu Xian's disciple participate in the competition?"

As she spoke, the corners of her mouth raised and she turned to look at the seat where Ah Jiu was sitting. Sitting at the corner?Is that afraid?
"Oh?" The seniors seated high looked at each other, and all looked at Master Zixiao, the master brother.

Master Zixiao waved his hand lazily.

The person who knocked on the gong at the bottom hit it three times: "Master Jiuxian sit down, who are the disciples, come out quickly."

(End of this chapter)