Deer seeks fairyland

Chapter 47 The Preliminary Competition Begins
"Why did the master arrive so early?"

Looking at the group of headmen who entered the arena, Liu Xiaolu muttered softly.

"Sister Xiaolu, have you forgotten that Yuehua Terrace is located on the Yuehua Peak where the head is, so it is not surprising that the head came earlier than the other peak masters."

Mo Xiaoyuan poked his head over and whispered in Liu Xiaolu's ear.

"Well...it seems to be the same." Liu Xiaolu nodded.

After waiting for a while, several peak masters arrived one after another, but Hu Yizhi was nowhere to be seen. Liu Xiaolu couldn't help standing on tiptoe and looking towards the entrance again.

However, the sect leader boarded the largest platform in the middle of Yuehua Terrace together with several other peak masters.

Then he cleared his throat and said slowly, "It's time for the five-year law hall selection again. I hope everyone can remember that martial arts are difficult, and you have to practice diligently and stick to your heart in order to go further."

It seems that Master will not come.

Hearing the head's voice, Liu Xiaolu lowered his head in frustration.

Hu Yizhi didn't come today, she was both disappointed and grateful.I was worried that I would lose face to my master if I couldn't even pass the preliminary competition, but I also hoped that I would make a good impression on my master if I could qualify smoothly.

"Sister deer, sister deer!"

Liu Xiaolu was still lost in thought, when suddenly he heard Wang Xiaobao's shout.

"What's the matter?" Liu Xiaolu came back to his senses, and found that the masters on the stage had left at some point.

"Why are you so dazed, go to Senior Brother Feiyun's lottery to get the number!" Wang Xiaobao urged.

"Oh, good." Liu Xiaolu took a closer look and found that Senior Brother Feiyun was standing in front of the platform of Jiaoyue Peak, and the new disciples of Jiaoyue Peak were lining up to take out numbered tokens from him one by one. Bamboo sticks.

Liu Xiaolu didn't dare to delay, and hurried forward to join the queue in front.

After taking the lottery, I saw that there were only two characters written on it——Jiawu.

"How many numbers did you two get?" Liu Xiaolu turned to look at the two people beside him.

"I'm Yishisan." Wang Xiaobao glanced at the bamboo stick in his hand.

"I, I..." Mo Xiaoyuan had a bitter face for some reason, an expression of wanting to cry but not tears.

"What are you, let me see!" Liu Xiaolu snatched the stick from Mo Xiaoyuan's hand with his hands, and saw that it said - Jiayi.

"Uh..." Liu Xiaolu and Wang Xiaobao looked at each other, and they both cast a sympathetic look at Mo Xiaoyuan.

The rules of the preliminary competition are very simple. The participating disciples from each mountain peak will be divided into groups by drawing lots. Two people who draw the same number will compete on stage.

And the first one that Mo Xiaoyuan drew was the first competition of today's Jiaoyue Peak primary election.

As new disciples who are also participating in this kind of large-scale competition for the first time, they naturally hope to observe and learn more about other people's martial arts, so that they can be confident and better prepared for their next competition.

What's more, Mo Xiaoyuan, who was at the peak of the third level of the day after tomorrow, was already at the bottom of the participating disciples. Now that he has drawn the first round, it can almost be said that he has made it here steadily.

The two of them didn't have time to comfort Mo Xiaoyuan, who was depressed, and Senior Brother Feiyun on the stage had already started to roll his name.

Mo Xiaoyuan's expression changed for a while, as if he was struggling with something, but finally he gritted his teeth and walked over to the platform.

"Come on, little fat!" Liu Xiaolu suddenly yelled at Mo Xiaoyuan.

"Come on!" Wang Xiaobao followed suit.

For some reason, upon hearing the shouts of the two of them, Mo Xiaoyuan, who originally felt his legs and feet were trembling, suddenly felt a lot calmer under his feet.

There was already a disciple of Bright Moon Peak standing on the platform at this time, this person was no stranger to Liu Xiaolu, it was Zhang Wu, the younger brother of the pair of brothers surnamed Zhang.

"Oops, Xiaoyuan actually met Zhang Wu!" Wang Xiaobao who was at the side let out a low cry after seeing the people standing on the stage clearly.

"What's the matter, is Zhang Wu very good?" Liu Xiaolu asked hurriedly.

"Sister Lu, don't you know that the brothers of the Zhang family are the descendants of Elder Zhang who taught martial arts, and they have won the true biography of Elder Zhang, and even taught them the eighteen knives of chopping mountains at the bottom of the box." Wang Xiaobao said anxiously.

"I don't know why the name doesn't sound too good..." Liu Xiaolu couldn't help but complain when he heard the name of this ridiculous martial art.

Wang Xiaobao didn't care about what she said, and continued on his own, "The brothers of the Zhang family have good aptitude. I heard that Zhang Wen has broken through to the fifth floor of Houtian, and even Zhang Wu has broken through to the fourth floor of Houtian not long ago." Xiaoyuan, I'm afraid he is not the opponent!"

Judging from the records of the law hall competitions in previous years, it is basically possible to pass the selection competition with the acquired five-level skill.

After all, most of the participating disciples are around the fourth level of skill, and there are even some disciples of the acquired third level to challenge the limit. Those who can reach the fifth level of acquired strength are already regarded as middle-level experts.

Seeing Wang Xiaobao's anxious look, Liu Xiaolu had no choice but to pat him on the shoulder, "Don't worry, today is just a competition in the peak, even if you lose, you won't get hurt."

Zhang Wu on the stage had already taken out his weapon—a broad-bladed broadsword about three feet long. The huge blade was even more imposing against the thin figure of the young man.

Seeing Zhang Wu's appearance, Liu Xiaolu couldn't help but doubt, could this guy really be able to wield this seemingly heavy sword.

At this time, Mo Xiaoyuan also untied the long sword behind him. It was a blue long sword with an ordinary shape and looked nothing special.

Seeing that both of them were ready, Fei Yun floated back to the side.

"start!"

Following Senior Brother Feiyun's loud shout, Zhang Wu kicked his hind legs, waved the big knife in his hand, and rushed towards the direction where Mo Xiaoyuan was standing.

"Hey, brother, I'm not ready yet!" Seeing Zhang Wu's menacing approach, Mo Xiaoyuan couldn't help panicking, shouting, and quickly backed away.

However, Zhang Wu ignored him and just slashed fiercely with his saber.

Fortunately, although Mo Xiaoyuan was fat, his figure was very flexible. In the blink of an eye, he had already left the spot and retreated several dozen steps.

The wide blade almost scraped against Mo Xiaoyuan's clothes corner, and hit the platform with a bang, leaving a shallow pit on the bluestone platform.

"Damn it, you're serious!" Mo Xiaoyuan looked at the pit on the ground with lingering fear.

"Why are you talking so much!" Zhang Wu frowned, and immediately ran after him, slashing at Mo Xiaoyuan.

The two chased the other on the stage, immediately amused everyone in the audience.

But the space on the platform is limited after all, after dodging a few knives in a row, Mo Xiaoyuan had no room to back down.

Zhang Wu obviously also realized that Mo Xiaoyuan had no way to retreat, so he clasped his hands, shouted, and slashed fiercely at Mo Xiaoyuan who had already retreated to the edge of the platform with the big knife in his hand.

"Hey, wait, wait, wait!!!"

Mo Xiaoyuan looked at the huge blade that fell down in front of him, and kept shouting.

Seeing Zhang Wu slashing down with his sword, Mo Xiaoyuan, who had only been dodging in embarrassment since he came to the stage, had nowhere to retreat.

Everyone in the Jiaoyue Peak under the stage couldn't help but let out a burst of exclamation, and even Senior Brother Feiyun gathered his mind and made preparations for rescue at any time.

"Xiaoyuan!" Seeing this, Wang Xiaobao couldn't help shouting, clenched his fists, as if he was about to rush to the stage.

"Be careful..." Liu Xiaolu, who looked nervous, was stunned by the situation on stage before he could finish his words.

(End of this chapter)