The general looked around, and finally fell on Zhang Zhao on the main platform, and soon walked over.

"City Lord, there is something to report. ”

The general walked up to Zhang Zhao and presented a letter with both hands.

When Zhang Zhao opened it, he saw that this was a list with at least one hundred and thirty names on it.

"General, what is this?"

The general clasped his hands into fists and said in a solemn voice: "Back to the city lord, this is the cultivators who came to sign up and want to join the Ziyang Sect, they all came to the city lord's mansion to find you, and finally the military advisor counted it and worked out this list, and specially asked the last general to send it personally." ”

Zhang Zhao nodded with satisfaction and smiled: "Our team has grown again. ”

After speaking, Zhang Zhao called Chen Yang and said softly: "I promised that people would return you, and now that the competition is over, it's time to fulfill the promise." ”

"What's that?"

Zhang Zhao grinned and said, "You have only been with others for a few days and have been staying in the mountain gate, Miss Qianrong wants to kill you." Let's go down the mountain, arrange for the cultivators to live in Rongchang City temporarily, and bring them up after the competition here, and take a look at the girls by the way. ”

"Okay, then I'll withdraw"

After Chen Yang left, Zhang Zhao glanced at the general beside him, and saw that he was majestic, with a pair of tiger eyes and thick eyebrows, giving people a feeling of not being angry but powerful, and his body was also quite strong, so he asked: "This general, may I ask what is your name?"

"Smack"

The general clenched his hands into fists, full of strength, and said: "The last general, Yan Yan, has always been the vanguard of General Hua, and he has only been promoted recently. ”

"Yan Yan"

Zhang Zhao nodded and said, "Yes, you stay first, and you will also come to the stage to compete later, and have a good competition with the disciples of the Ziyang Sect." ”

As soon as he heard this, Yan Yan turned his head to look at the ring and smiled bitterly: "City Lord, you will embarrass me." I'm just a reckless man, it's no problem to go into battle and kill the enemy, but I can compete with these cultivators, isn't this sending me to death?"

"Go ahead, the elder will protect you from harm, use your skills, and show everyone that the people in our army are not vegetarians. ”

"Good!"

Yan Yan approached the ring, and Zhang Zhao followed.

At this time, a martial arts competition had ended, and it was a male disciple who had won the victory, and his cultivation was not at the level of honor.

"Master, wait a minute!"

Just when Shen Yin was about to announce the next game, Zhang Zhao suddenly said, "Let me, the general, go up and compare to see how strong the disciples are?"

Shen Yin nodded, and said loudly: "Now temporarily arrange one person to come up to compete, and the general in the army will face the winner of this game." ”

Until now, Yan Yan was still hesitating to go up, he had no confidence, because he had never competed with a cultivator.

Zhang Zhao patted Yan Yan on the shoulder and said, "Come on, just give full play to your skills." ”

"Yes!"

Yan Yan nodded solemnly, and then stepped into the ring.

Yan Yan took off the cloak behind his back, and his whole figure immediately stood out.

The five big and three thick are indeed good, and they also have bulging bellies, but the whole person looks mighty and domineering, and he crushes the opponent from the momentum alone.

"Zheng"

The sword was unsheathed, and Yan Yan clenched a Xuantie sword with both hands, glaring at his opponent.

As the competition began, the male disciple of the Ziyang Sect took the lead in swinging two sword qi, one vertical and one horizontal, stabbing at the same time.

I only heard Yan Yan roar angrily, took one step, waved the Xuantie Sword in his hand, slashed left and right, and instantly dispersed these two sword qi.

After the sword qi dissipated, Yan Yan ran over quickly, he was like a galloping buffalo, he could shoot away any enemy in front of him.

"Huh"

Running in front of the male disciple, Yan Yan raised the sword above his head with both hands, shouted angrily, and cut off his head.

At this time, I saw that the disciple quickly rolled backwards, and after stabilizing his pace, he pulled out a sword flower in his right hand and stabbed out, and a purple sword qi hit Yan Yan's chest.

"Bang"

With a muffled sound, the sword qi hit Yan Yan's chest, and a fine light burst out above Yan Yan's chest, and then disappeared.

Yan Yan touched his chest, and after seeing that nothing happened, he grinned and raised his sword again and rushed forward.

His deafening shouting of killing really made the male disciple so frightened that he forgot how to defend and how to fight back.

Yan Yanke is an experienced veteran, the killing on the battlefield is far more and more tragic than this kind of competition, under the influence of the scene of corpses everywhere and crawling out of the pile of dead people again and again, he has already forged a heart as strong as steel, how can this kind of sect disciple who has never seen the world be compared?

"Huh!"

At this time, Yan Yan quickly rushed over, jumped five steps away from the male disciple, and slashed down with a sword in his hand.

Hearing only the sound of "quack", the long sword in the male disciple's hand was actually cut off, this time even Yan Yan himself didn't expect it, seeing that the opponent's sword was broken, he hurriedly retracted his strength, so that the remaining strength did not hurt him, but after stopping, the broad blade had already fallen on the male disciple's shoulder.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Zhao shook his head helplessly and said, "Change the rules, whoever can beat Yan Yan will be directly promoted to a senior disciple." ”

As soon as he heard this, Shen Yin nodded silently and said, "Okay, I'll arrange it." ”

"Ahem"

Shen Yin walked into the middle of the ring, and after coughing dryly twice, he said loudly: "From now on, the competition has been temporarily changed, and any outer disciple who can defeat Yan Yan can be promoted to become a senior disciple." ”

Yan Yan turned to look at Zhang Zhao and said softly, "City Lord, I'm afraid this is inappropriate, right?"

"You just fight, there's nothing wrong with it, it's also a kind of tempering for you. ”

In desperation, Yan Yan had no choice but to go on the field.

In the following period of time, more than fifty outer disciples took turns to play, and Yan Yan also fought from the beginning to the end, never having any respite.

After fifty consecutive matches, Yan Yan's record is thirty wins and twenty losses, including those who lost because of physical exhaustion, and there are very few people who can really win him with their ability.

With this record alone, a general who had never practiced had no problem ranking in the top ten among the senior disciples of the Purple Yang Sect.

Obviously, this result is very unsatisfactory, but it definitely teaches the disciples a lesson, which can make them understand the importance of actual combat experience, which is definitely more real than staying in the mountain gate and burying their heads in penance for decades.

"Okay, the first round of promotion competition has ended, those who have been promoted must work harder to cultivate from now on, become elites or even core disciples as soon as possible, those who have not been promoted, don't be discouraged, reflect on where your mistakes are, and a month later, there will be a promotion competition. ”