Maoshan held the Xuanling Competition, and many sects received invitations, so they naturally cheered.

And Maoshan, as the host, will naturally prepare well, so as not to fall into the truth, after all, they are now considered to be the leaders of the cultivation world.

At the mountain gate, ordinary disciples of Maoshan are checking the invitations, and they are also signing in to see which sects have entered.

Crowded with people, Maoshan is like a city.

"Senior brother, with so many people coming today, aren't we worried that someone will come to make trouble?" asked a disciple who had just started.

The Maoshan disciple who was asked laughed, "What do you think, where do you think our Maoshan is so easy to break into?" Let me tell you this, our Maoshan also has an ancestor who has arranged a mountain protection array, if there is a forcible entry by someone who is not afraid of death, I don't know how to die." ”

"I see, it's really teachable. The little disciple smiled.

The others did not speak, but concentrated on what was in their hands.

In the blink of an eye, it was already approaching the time of the game, and almost no one went up the mountain.

After leaving a few new disciples to guard, the other disciples also returned to the competition venue.

The arena was well built, with a huge ring in the middle and a number of stands in the form of stairs around it.

Watching the game in the stands, there are not so many restrictions, and there is no head or inner disciple to do separately.

To put it bluntly, whoever arrives first will be able to sit in a good position.

Although Song Shuyang came late, he was a disciple of Maoshan in the end, so naturally someone had prepared a good position for them, and his vision was relatively broad.

"Lao Jiang Lao Jiang, look at the entrance, yes, that's it, do you see?" Song Shuyang excitedly pulled Jiang Li's sleeve.

Jiang Li didn't know why, his eyes turned slightly, "Who is that? ”

"Ah, that's the big disciple of Longhu Mountain, and the one who bullied our little junior sister last time. I tell you, if you are my brother, if you face him, you will beat me to death, and you don't have to give me face. Song Shuyang looked angry.

It turned out to be a grievance for his sweetheart, but looking at the man again, his appearance is okay, but his face is not very good.

"This person has few fleshy sharp cheekbones, if you encounter him, you should stay away from him. Jiang Li commented pertinently.

"Oh, what do you mean? I see him going forward and following him, surrounded by people in the center, looking so unhappy, is there something wrong?"

Taking advantage of the fact that there are not many people around now, everyone's attention is not on them, Jiang Li explained.

"People who have little flesh on their cheekbones and show their cheekbones are often selfish, eager to be able to hold power, and behave unscrupulously, arrogantly, and somewhat inconsistently. And the people who are tight in the hall of tears and don't seem to have much flesh are also disgusting and evil people, and you should be extra careful when interacting with them. Jiang Li touched his chin, "You see that he seems to be very talkative and good-tempered, these are all fake." Otherwise, why do you think he wants to bully your little junior sister, it's arrogant!"

Hearing Jiang Li's explanation, Song Shu was clear, and at the same time admired Jiang Li even more.

While the two were talking, the people were almost there, and Master Mao stood in the middle of the stands and slowly stood up.

"Thank you for giving us face in Maoshan and working tirelessly to come all the way to participate in the Xuanling Competition. Since it is to participate in the competition, there must also be lottery heads. Everyone knows that my Maoshan has always dealt with zombies, but our lottery head can deal with zombies and evil things. ”

Master Mao said, and took out a piece of black lacquered wood from his cuffs, about the length of chopsticks and the thickness of four fingers. As Master Mao's qi was running, there was a sound on the wood, but no one present dared to underestimate it.

Without waiting for everyone to ask, Master Mao continued to explain.

"This thing is a thousand-year-old lightning strike wood, and this effect naturally doesn't need me to say. What I want to say is that as long as whoever comes out on top, this thing will belong to whoever owns it, and this is the only spiritual thing, so everyone must work hard!"

As soon as these words came out, the whole house was shocked.

"Master Mao is generous, and he is willing to even give up such good things. ”

"That's not it, this thing is deeply feared by ghosts, and it is the most powerful magic thing to ward off evil, and it is not a problem to deal with zombies. ”

"Exactly, the lightning strike wood is very intimidating to spirits, and I have to let my disciples fight for it. ”

The scene became lively all of a sudden, and everyone's eyes were becoming more and more eager when they looked at Master Mao, and Song Shuyang was no exception.

Originally, he couldn't get the branches of the thousand-year-old Bodhi tree in Ganquan Temple, and he was still a little lost, but now that he saw the lightning strike wood, his mind was alive again.

However, thinking of his cultivation, he felt that it was better to forget it.

Jiang Li saw Song Shuyang's thoughts at a glance, and he also made a decision in his heart.

No matter what, he has to fight with all his might.

The surrounding atmosphere was lively, Master Mao raised his hand, and the scene was quiet again.

Next, there will be a five-day Xuanling Competition, which will involve a total of 169 participants, and will be conducted by drawing lots. One against one hundred and sixty-nine, two against one hundred and sixty-eight. Among them was an eighty-five, and there was no opponent. In other words, there is a person who will have a bye and go directly to the next game, this person is the eighty-fiveth, and the draw will begin. ”

After Master Mao finished speaking, the Maoshan disciples held four boxes and poured in from four directions.

But if there is a small bright yellow sign on his chest, he is a disciple who wants to compete, so there is no need to worry about someone taking the wrong number.

"Eighty-five, eighty-five, eighty-five!" Song Shuyang silently looked at the paper in his hand and prayed.

Jiang Li didn't think about it so much, anyway, he was here to compete, and he didn't want to get a bye on the eighty-fifth day.

It's just that I don't know if God deliberately joked with Jiang Li, after opening the note in his hand, the bright red No. 85 appeared in front of Jiang Li, causing Jiang Li to be speechless for a while.

"Eh, Old Song, don't pray, eighty-five is in my hands, why don't we change it?" Jiang Li said dryly.

Song Shuyang glared at Jiang Li with a helpless expression.

"If I can change it, I will definitely change it with you. Song Shuyang wanted to cry without tears, "As long as this thing is touched by us, it can't be replaced, and it contaminates our breath." ”

So that's the case, hey, since this time there is a bye, let's compare it next time.

After thinking about it, Jiang Li comforted himself, and went to comfort Song Shuyang, "Okay, you have to believe in yourself, you can successfully win the game." Don't forget, we've been to Ganquan Temple, and you've got a chance. At the very least, you have to get a better ranking, and don't stop here. ”

As soon as he heard this, Song Shuyang stopped his waist and felt that he could not be looked down upon.

"Okay, we have to win. ”