After dressing up as cannon fodder, I beat everyone in the house until they cried.

There was a lot of noise in the back of the auditorium, and the words were not very nice.

Shen Tulie crossed his arms and tilted his head, glancing at the disciples who were speaking. The other disciples immediately fell silent, covered in cold sweat and did not dare to speak again.

He looked away, his eyes still indifferent, and his heart was filled with turmoil: Why did he come, what happened to him? He just wanted to come and see if some talented person could come forward and teach that brat a lesson! Relieve your anger!

Lin Xia stood aside with her arms folded.

He thought so too.

The remaining direct disciples had roughly the same thoughts as them.

Among this row of direct disciples, there was one who was holding a banner to send warmth.

Xie Ti also held a small wooden sign in her hand: Miaomiao flies bravely, and Ti will always be with you!

Qu Fengmian: "Come on, junior sister Miaomiao! Beat everyone away! You are the best!"

Shen Tulie glanced at them both.

Xuanlingzong's eyes were still as difficult to use as ever.

Finally, the contestants are in place.

After the butlers on the stage called their names, Ling Miao and Ding Ze walked onto the stage from both sides of the stage.

The cheers from the audience became louder.

"You're lucky, kid!"

"Take it easy! Don't let people say that you are bullying a child at the peak of Foundation Establishment!"

"Don't say that! Punch her and make her fly!"

Ling Miao came on stage and saw Ding Ze opposite him, and her eyes lit up.

"Yo! Old acquaintance!"

Ding Ze responded with a 'hum'.

"Not bad!"

Ling Miao nodded with satisfaction, "Very impressive!"

On the Yuehua Sect side, after all, it was the junior sister's first competition in the sect competition. The other four direct disciples of the Yuehua Sect were here, and even Lin Qiancheng, who always liked to sleep in, were in place.

Before the game started, Lin Qiancheng climbed down from the auditorium, lazily walked to the ring, took out a small folding bench from the mustard bag and handed it to Ling Miao.

The child took the small bench and looked at Lin Qiancheng inexplicably, confused.

Why give her a stool? Pick up a stool and hit someone with it? She doesn't need weapons in the warm-up match.

Lin Qiancheng closed her eyes slightly, looking like she was not awake, and spoke slowly.

"I'll give it to you as a spare. If you don't need it, return it to me... You must return it to me. This is for me to rest during my training."

"it is good."

Although she didn't know what it was used for, Ling Miao nodded obediently and took the small bench and placed it in a corner of the ring.

When she returned to the center of the competition ring, the deacon happened to come up too.

The deacon glanced at both players and said, "Report yourself."

"Tai Chi Sect, Ding Ze!"

"Yuehua Sect, Ling Miao."

"The competition begins!"

The momentum around Ding Ze skyrocketed and became fierce the moment the deacon started shouting.

Ling Miao watched the opponent's movements closely, waiting for him to attack.

The result is the next second.

Ding Ze stopped his momentum, looked at the deacon with a calm face and raised his hands: "I admit defeat."

The people present included Ling Miao: "?"

The deacon was obviously stunned for a moment, and then announced according to the procedure, "Yuehua Sect, Ling Miao wins."

The audience suddenly exploded.

"What do you mean? This can't be the hired actor! How much money was paid in advance!" "It's too fake! It's so dirty! Do you still remember that you are a disciple of Tai Chi Sect? Do you still want to be embarrassed!"

"You're so embarrassing to Zhuji! You're retreating without a fight! You're wasting this opportunity!"

"What's going on! I've been shouting for a long time and waiting for so long. Just show me this!"

"You are so cowardly! It's inexplicable! You are so mean! Don't say you are from the Tai Chi Sect when you go out next time!"

"Forget it, brothers, he's giving the people behind him a chance!"

Ding Ze didn't care about the dead movements in the audience.

It costs face or life, but any hesitation for one second is disrespectful to one's own life.

After admitting defeat, he was not prepared to linger any longer. Instead, he turned around and walked directly to the competition stage without looking back.

When Ling Miao saw this, he rushed over and grabbed the person without any time to think.

"Hey, wait, wait! What do you mean? Don't leave yet! Hey, you're already here, give me some face!"

Ding Ze subconsciously wanted to ignore her and continue walking, but the little girl was frighteningly strong.

He was a burly man being pulled by a little girl who was no taller than his waist. He was so stunned that he could no longer take a step. It was really embarrassing.

Ding Ze turned back to look at Ling Miao with an unkind expression and yelled.

"What are you going to do, Ling Miao, I tell you! I have given up! You can't hit me anymore! Let me go!"

He has already stood on the competition stage! He is brave enough!

Ling Miao was stunned for a moment. She lowered her head and seemed to think for a long time. When she raised her head again, she had changed into a tearful look.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, what will I do if you leave! I beg you, just hit me, just once!"

The little girl sniffed, feeling aggrieved.

"Is it because of those five hundred high-grade spiritual stones that you don't want to fight with me? I'll give you the spiritual stones. Don't leave. Stay and fight with me."

Ding Ze gritted his teeth, "Shut up! Is it money that I care about? Life! What I care about is life! Let me go!"

In the audience, all the disciples looked at this scene inexplicably.

What the hell, this Ji Zhu didn't want to bully Qi Refining Qi, but Qi Refining Qi actually pulled him and begged him not to leave.

Not seen, never seen.

On the stage, Ding Ze couldn't stand more and more eyes focused on him.

These people don't understand anything at all!

He had already gathered up the courage to come up, and he really didn't want to stay on the competition stage for even one second longer.

His eyes darkened, he drew out his long sword in a flash, and neatly cut off his sleeve that Ling Miao was holding, and then ran off the competition stage as if he was running away.

Ling Miao held half of her sleeve and watched him leave sadly.

No, this is nothing.

During the intermission, Duan Yunzhou looked at Ling Miao who was dejectedly coming down from the competition stage, and said with a smile: "Congratulations, little junior sister, for winning the first battle easily!"

Ling Miao's eyes were empty, "But I feel empty in my heart..."

What is the first battle? There is no battle at all.

Duan Yunzhou glanced at the big schedule announcement board not far from the competition stage.

"It's okay, little junior sister. You started this game late, and those people who have already decided the winner will run into you. The deacon should draw lots for you soon."

"what?"

Hearing this, Ling Miao raised her eyes to look at the competition notice board. Sure enough, she saw that except for her own group, the other groups had already competed several times.

Sure enough, less than half a moment later, she heard the deacon on the competition stage announce loudly: "In the next match, Yuehua Sect Lingmiao will fight against Taiji Sect Lu Peiyuan!"

Over at Taiji Sect, Lu Peiyuan had a smile on his face when he heard the results of the deacon's draw.

Lu Peiyuan is an inner disciple of Tai Chi Sect, and his cultivation is in the late stage of foundation building.