Jian Yang Nine Heavens

() In the huge Sword Dance Square, the first batch of 50 couples list began to be hung on the canvas screen next to the eight huge wooden frame rings. After Chu Lang looked it over, he didn't find his own name, so he might have to wait. There is a batch.

Chu Lang wanted to leave to watch the competition between Chen Lin and Hua Feifeng, but the referee said that the rest of the disciples who hadn't had their turn could not go away. The first round was faster and it would be their turn soon. It will be punished as a failure to abstain.

Chu Lang glanced at several arenas around him, and as disciples from various sects and factions took to the stage to compete, bursts of applause suddenly resounded from the audience, and everyone applauded and cheered for their own sect.

Due to the participation of the other seven Yunzhou sects and major families in this competition, the number of disciples of the Tianming Sword Sect is slightly less. Last time, it was not only the disciples of the Tianming Sword Sect, but also accounted for less than half of them. number of people.

Hua Feifeng's lottery number was relatively high, and it was her turn to take the stage after several battles in the arena. Chu Lang saw Hua Feifeng leap onto the stage with a blue sword in her slender hand from a distance. Looking at her opponent with a frosty face, she couldn't help secretly paying attention to see how this girl's martial arts progressed. After all, it was the first time she came into contact with her martial arts, her cultivation was too low, and she tortured her to death beside Liuqiu Spring.

Chu Lang looked at her opponent intently, she was a thin young female disciple, but her cultivation was only at the ninth level of the spiritual space, obviously this was not Hua Feifeng's opponent.

The woman bowed to Hua Feifeng and then attacked first. The swordsmanship of the Tianming Sword School is the 36-sword ritual move of the Tianming Sword School, but it is a pity that there is no chance to use the Tianming Sword School. The advanced martial arts moves were knocked to the ground by Hua Feifeng's scabbard.

The winner was decided with one move, and she simply didn't treat her as a girl at all. She really wasn't gentle at all. This girl stood expressionlessly on the ring, and she still didn't show a trace of a smile after the referee's decision. Jumping off the martial arts platform, it gives people the impression of being icy, like an icy beauty.

The woman was so uncomfortable that she wanted to cry, but Chu Lang couldn't help but smile bitterly, he couldn't watch it anymore.

Xuntai's side was fighting fiercely, Chu Lang couldn't remember which batch it was, and it was still not his turn. Chu Lang almost thought that the referee had missed his name.

Chu Lang looked at every pair of people, except for a few opponents from the Tianming Sword Sect and Luo Zongmen who fought for a long time, and the others were decided in a few rounds.

I feel that the background of the sect is always stronger than that of some big and small families. The confrontation between the disciples of the families can last longer. If they meet the disciples of the eight sects of Yunzhou, they can't last long. Fortunately, the purpose of the conference is as long as it is. He left the field with injuries, and no one died.

It didn't take long for Chu Lang's eyesight to get tired, so he simply looked around and looked at the other exciting competitions in the distance. Like Hua Feifeng, he knocked down his opponent with one move, winning as easily as swallowing water.

Suddenly, a small hand from behind patted his shoulder, and he hummed softly, "Senior Brother Chu, what are you looking at? Have you tried it yet?"

Hua Feifeng and Mu Yueling actually found him, and Chu Lang asked curiously: "Feifeng, you lost the competition, why did you finish the competition so quickly, did you meet a master?"

"Look at your crow's mouth, how dare you curse my cousin for losing the competition, so she wants to beat you." Mu Yueling rolled her eyes, and her little hands did not forget to chase and hit Chu Lang.

"Ah, don't fight, don't fight, I was wrong, your cousin is very skilled in martial arts, how could she be defeated." Chu Lang repeatedly dodged and shouted hastily.

"Hmph, forget about you. My cousin just finished two matches and won both. The referee said that I will go there again this afternoon, and then we will continue to arrange the competition." Mu Yueling explained with a smile on her face, obviously feeling relieved for her cousin just now. Excited to have won.

"It's so fast, it's not my turn here yet, and it's probably coming soon." Chu Lang said helplessly.

"Well, we're here to cheer you on. It seems that my two ring masters didn't collide much. You have been fighting for so long in the stands and there is no winner yet." Hua Feifeng looked at Xun The two figures on the stage were intertwined with a rare smile, which was completely different from Frost's face before.

Chu Lang just watched several waves of people fighting inextricably, and guessed suspiciously in his heart: "Could it be that I have been drawn into the death group? Just now Zhang Han actually defeated a disciple who cultivated at the ninth level of spiritual space. It seems that sooner or later I'm about to meet him, I didn't expect him to progress so fast, what kind of magic medicine did that Demon Lord Yun Shisan give him, or is it because the martial arts of the Shocking Demon Sect is extremely unique, and the speed of cultivation is reversed?"

"Brother Chu, are you nervous?" The girl Mu Yueling saw Chu Lang's ugly face, thinking that Chu Lang was shocked by this scene and was nervous.

"Just kidding, isn't this pediatrics? I have nothing to be afraid of." Chu Lang said with a very speechless expression.

With the applause from all around, the last group of the group on the ring was finished, and an older disciple changed the huge canvas wall to the side for another list. Chu Lang searched carefully and saw it at the seventh row of the ground The eye-catching word Chu Lang, it's finally his turn to play, there are so many people.

The other party was a Luo Zongmen disciple named Li Mingkong. Chu Lang frowned slightly. It seemed that no matter what the result was, Luo Yan, Luo Jin and other people from the Luo Zongmen resented him even more. Hmph, I will start with you today. I will solve it among my fellow disciples and torture you slowly. Don't let me meet you, otherwise you will definitely be enraged.

Eight people can advance to each arena, and the total of 64 people in the eight arenas will compete in the real rematch. Generally, the preliminary round is prone to one-sided situation, and there is not much to watch.

After the grand ceremony just now, many disciples who did not participate in the competition quietly slipped away, and most of the disciples who remained onlookers participated in the preliminary competition.

In Xuntai, you may not have a chance to meet Zhang Han, and the ruthlessness of the Qilin Alliance, but I am afraid that you will face it sooner or later when you enter the re-examination competition, but I still have a drum in my heart. I don’t know if I can win the hard work these days. These two guys.

Chu Lang's eyes gradually heated up, and he glanced expectantly at Zhang Han on the opposite side of the ring. It happened that the kid was also looking at this book, and the two of them inadvertently showed meaningful smiles.

After a quick glance, Chu Lang ignored him, because the referee was already calling his name, and it was finally his turn to play.

Chu Lang slowly ascended the ring along the stairs, and Mu Yueling and Hua Feifeng shouted behind him: "Brother Chu, come on."

Hearing that Hua Feifeng had also become more friendly, Chu Lang turned his head and smiled slightly, giving the two of them a reassuring look.

Li Mingkong didn't know he came out of nowhere, he stepped onto the ring with a beautiful dodge, and there was applause from all around, but Chu Lang walked up the stairs slowly.

The ladder is actually optional. For these rebellious young disciples, one of the purposes of their competition in the ring is to appear in a beautiful posture. Otherwise, there would be so many disciples of the spiritual realm who are desperate to sign up for the competition.