Among the more than ten people on the high platform, a red-eyed young man walked out and saluted the white-bearded old man, and then flew to the ring. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Ladies and gentlemen, Peng Tao, a deacon disciple of the Lower Discipline Hall, will preside over the second round of the Centennial Disciple Competition. Please invite the one hundred and eight challengers who were decided yesterday and the original one hundred and eight high-ranking disciples to come to the stage. The red-eyed young man announced aloud, first raising his head to the left and making a gesture of invitation, then moving his hand to the right.

As soon as the words fell, with the Qinglan Bang as the center, the left and right sides of the huge bluestone ring lit up a layer of green light curtains, dividing the entire ring into three areas, of which the middle area was naturally the largest, occupying three-fifths of the entire ring.

Seeing this, Shi Mu and the others jumped up from the crowd one after another, flew into the ring, and stood on the left side of the Qinglan list, lined up in order according to their ranking.

On the other side of the ring, there were also several rays of light that flashed one after another.

In just a moment's effort, on both sides of the ring, the two ends of the area separated by cyan light curtains, there were already one hundred and eight disciples standing on each side.

Shi Mu looked to the opposite side, and his gaze first fell on the figure on the far left.

This person was dressed in a golden robe, with thin eyebrows and a long face, a faint golden color on the surface of his skin, and his body was thin and straight, standing upright like a javelin, and an astonishing momentum arose, as if he was going to poke a hole in the sky.

"The upper disciple is ranked first, Long Zhanye ......" Shi Mu's eyes narrowed slightly, and he secretly muttered in his heart.

This person is really good, with Shi Mu's current divine sense and eyesight, he can't see through the other party's cultivation strength at all, only his intuition tells him that this person is very strong, and it can even be said that he is the strongest one among all the opponents he has encountered in the past.

The person next to Long Zhanye, dressed in a cyan robe, with a handsome appearance, was the senior brother Ling Feng who led them to the entrance ten years ago, and the whole person didn't look much different from ten years ago, and there was still a warm smile on the corner of his mouth, which made people look very comfortable.

The few people in the past, although they are of different races, all of them look extraordinary.

He had learned from Qing Changtian that those who now occupied the top ten of the hundred-year-old high-ranking disciples had occupied this position for at least thirty years, and there were even many of them who had occupied the hundred-year-old top.

Shi Mu glanced at it a few times, and he also had a rough judgment of the strength of these high-ranking disciples in his heart.

Among the one hundred and eight people on the opposite side, only a small part should be Heavenly Rank Martial Artists, and the rest, except for a few Moon-Rank Warlocks, most of them are cultivators from the late stage of the Earth Rank to the peak, and their breath is strange and unpredictable, and they are obviously all armed with secret techniques or the power of blood.

His gaze turned and fell on Liao Yong, who was in the thirty-seventh place, and the other party happened to look at him at this moment, with a cold smile in the depths of his eyes.

Shi Mu smiled and withdrew his gaze.

While Shi Mu was observing these high-ranking disciples, most of the other challengers and the people around the ring below were also looking at these high-ranking disciples, after all, as the leaders of the hundred-year-old disciples, most of them could not go out of retreat all year round except for the sect mission, which was usually rare.

And among those high-ranking disciples, except for some who looked arrogant and did not look at the challengers on the other side in their eyes at all, most of the rest of them were also looking at these challengers, assessing the strength of the other party, and a trace of vigilance flashed in their eyes from time to time.

"Okay, now that both sides have arrived, the second round of the competition is about to officially begin! Regarding the rules of the competition, Elder Sorrow has already explained it before, and I will emphasize it here. One hundred and eight challengers, each with one and only one chance, can challenge the superior disciple at will, and if they win, they can take their place. However, a high-ranking disciple can be challenged up to three times, and cannot be challenged consecutively. Do you all know the rules?" said the red-eyed youth.

"Understood!" Shi Mu and the others replied in unison.

"Alright, now I announce that the second round of the challenge has officially begun!" the red-eyed young man announced, flying out of the ring and returning to the front of the high platform.

The onlookers around the ring fell silent, and the scene became quiet in an instant.

Shi Mu and the other one hundred and eight people did not immediately jump out of the challenge for a while, their eyes looked at the opposite side again, and looked at the upper disciple opposite, as if they were choosing which one to challenge.

Time passed slowly, and soon a quarter of an hour passed, and no one jumped out of the challenge.

"Within sixty breaths, if no one comes to the stage to challenge, it will be considered that everyone has given up the right to challenge the superior disciples, and the timer will start now!" At this moment, the voice of the red-eyed young man sounded again.

But seeing that there was an extra hourglass in his hand at some point, he said in his mouth.

In the hourglass, the spun yarn slowly flows.

"Since everyone is so polite, then I, Chi Yizi, will come first! At this moment, a red figure walked out of the crowd on the left, and the figure passed directly through the cyan light curtain and landed in the center of the ring.

This person is a tall man, with a red complexion, and he is a red man.

At the same time, the other two challengers rushed out, as if they wanted to rush into the ring, but because they were slower than the red lion, they were blocked by the cyan light curtain in front of them, and they had to turn back.

Under the ring, there was a commotion.

On the right side of the opposite area, a figure wearing pitch-black armor walked out, wearing a helmet that covered most of his face, not only could not see his face, but even his eyes were pitch black.

The man jumped up from a distance, his body passed directly through the cyan light curtain, and fell heavily, and the entire ring seemed to tremble.

"Hehe, hehe, it just so happens that the sword in my hand hasn't seen blood for some days, so let's sacrifice you." Two red lights lit up under the pitch-black helmet, and a slightly hoarse male voice sounded young.

As soon as Fang Hui's voice fell, he waved his hand, and a black wide-backed sword several feet long appeared in his palm, and there was a faint flow of blood light on it.

"Then let's try it!"

The red lion's eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a solemn look, and with a wave of his hand, an extra crimson spear appeared in his hand, and a layer of red flames rose on the surface.

Shi Mu's eyes glanced at the two of them a few times, judging from the aura exuded by the two, they were all at the peak of the ground level, which seemed to be comparable, and the results of the competition depended on how many hole cards each of them had.

He turned his gaze in the direction of the gambling game not far away.

At this moment, he is condescending, and the situation of the gambling game is unobstructed.

"Come on, come on, the first competition is about to start, Chi Yizi is returning to the hundredth disciple of the upper rank, hurry up and place a bet, buy and leave, don't wait for it!" Behind the gambling table, that Duanmu Guang was shouting loudly.

Seeing this, the surrounding disciples took out spirit stones one after another and pressed them on the table.

Shi Mu's eyes were slightly golden, and he suddenly saw the odds on the table at the moment, Chiyizi was one to two, Fang Hui was three to one, obviously Fang Hui was more optimistic.

"The competition begins!" At this moment, in mid-air, the red-eyed young man let out a low cry and waved his hand to shoot out a blue light.

The cyan light curtains on both sides of the ring flickered for a while, condensing into a semicircular light curtain, enveloping the entire ring like an upside-down sea bowl.

Shi Mu hurriedly withdrew his gaze.

With a hula on the red lion's body, a red golden flame flashed, and the flame burning on the surface of the spear in his hand also turned red gold.

A scorching heat emanated, and even through the cyan light curtain, Shi Mu and the others could clearly sense it.

But when he heard a loud shout, the spear in his hand shook, and suddenly became blurred, and countless burning red golden spear shadows emerged, stabbing back towards that side.

Each spear shadow was like a red-gold fire dragon, whistling through the air, letting out an angry roar, and the momentum was amazing.

Under the air shock, even the cyan light curtain that shrouded the ring also shook, and the power of one shot was so far.

Shi Mu's face moved, the strength of the red lion has improved a lot compared to that day in the Qinglan Secret Realm, I am afraid that this time in the first round, he still retains his strength.

"It seems that this man is really a person who is thick on the outside and fine on the inside. Shi Mu thought so.

At the same time, there was an exclamation under the ring. (To be continued.) )