Shen Hanfeng originally meant to remind Zhuo Junchen, but he didn't want to say that Zhuo Junchen's opponent in the second competition was a disciple of Xianshufeng.

In the Qinghua Immortal Sect, except for a very small number of female disciples who will worship under other peaks, almost all female disciples are under the jurisdiction of Xianshu Peak. The female disciple that Zhuo Junchen faced was a jasper pipe.

The one-foot-long jade tube is translucent throughout, and the blue aura is immersed in the aura of Tsinghua University. The female disciple blew out a clear music, and Zhuo Junchen knew that the so-called sound attack technique could shake people's hearts with music. If it weren't for the fact that he still had a micro-spiritual consciousness in his body, he would have almost lost his fighting spirit and went down on his own.

However, after waking up with the power of the micro-life, Zhuo Junchen naturally swept this female disciple off the stage easily.

Although he defeated her, Zhuo Junchen also felt the horror of this sound attack, and couldn't help but feel a little jealous of Su Yuesheng, who had not yet encountered her. Ordinary disciples are still like this, Su Yuesheng can get the blue eyes of Dingyun Fairy, and he must have something extraordinary.

In the next two days, in two games, the disciples that Zhuo Junchen met were not particularly difficult characters. However, it was the first time he met the disciple of Divine Rune Peak in the fourth field, which made him a little surprised. Fu Feng's disciples manipulated the Fu Array, and Zhuo Junchen had always wondered why they didn't merge with the Feng Formation, and when they really faced each other, he realized the wonder of these Spirit Runes as a means of attack.

The five spiritual roots are complete, this is a recognized waste spiritual root, even if the five elements can produce huge changes, it is very difficult to store all the spiritual power of the five spiritual roots. And the disciples of the Divine Rune Peak can rely on the five elements to live together, using a variety of spirit runes with different attributes, so that the opponent has a sense of threat from one enemy to five.

Zhuo Junchen's last competition was scheduled on the seventh and last day of the disciple election. Under the tower of the martial arts arena, I don't know when a disciple list was released, only the disciples in the top fifty would be displayed, and it would change from time to time, Zhuo Junchen won four consecutive games and ranked among the best.

"Alas, it seems that I can't rank among the top few, and I don't know if the spirit weapon of Pinjian Peak has my share." Zhuo Junchen and his party stood in front of the disciple list, and Lian Xinhong sighed with a melancholy expression.

Mu Zisu patted him on the shoulder and said: "Senior Brother Lian, you have won three games, and you have won all five games in the previous five hundred into one hundred competition, and now the ranking is lower, and there is still a chance to turn the tables in the end." Lian Xinhong is now ranked eleventh, no matter whether he can win the last game or not, he can stay in the list, the difference is just the ranking, "No matter how bad it is, you look at it, a good personal disciple can only be ranked outside twenty miles, which is really embarrassing."

If you want to say that you are tolerant, you have been very unlucky recently, even if you meet Zhuo Junchen in the first game, you can keep up with Zhan Baichuan later, and you can't enter the top 20 if you lose two games in a row.

Lian Xinhong glanced at Zhan Baichuan and scolded with a smile: "If it weren't for Senior Brother Zhan not leaving any affection, I might be able to enter the top ten, this eleventh place, no matter how you look at it, it makes people feel uncomfortable." ”

Zhan Baichuan smiled in his eyes: "My ranking is high?" A series of encounters with Ling Yihang and tolerance. Fortunately, I only lost one game, otherwise I would have been beaten to death by my master. "The well-known leader of the Battle Peak, now he can only barely squeeze into the top five, and listening to others is indeed a talking point.

"It's also strange, except for the top three, none of the disciples on the list this time are all victorious, and I don't know how the disciple hall won the lot." Mu Zisu touched his chin.

The ranking of the disciple list is first compared to the victory of this round among the hundred disciples, and then the victory of the previous round is flat. For example, Zhan Baichuan, who ranked fifth, and Lian Xinhong, who ranked eleventh, both won three out of four games, but because Lian Xinhong made a mistake in the first round and lost one game, he was separated by five people in the same battle against Baichuan.

Lian Xinhong said casually: "If these two, three, or four meet in pairs, maybe there will be only one single seedling that will win." ”

Mu Zisu was not afraid to say: "That's a good feeling, Ling Yihang can be ranked in front of Jun Chen, most likely because his waist card is smaller than Jun Chen's number plate, and if he encounters it, it may not be who is the first." ”

Zhuo Junchen smiled: "If that's the case, I'm willing to fight Uncle Jiang again." ”

Lian Xinhong patted Zhuo Junchen on the shoulder and said, "Senior Brother Zhuo, don't wait for the rabbit, you won Uncle Jiang last time, do you think you can be so lucky this time?" ”

Zhuo Junchen smiled silently, but his heart was a little heavy, the matter of the demon dragon on the tower could be seen, Shizun and the master of the Immortal Sect were probably a little disagreeable, if he and Ling Yihang had another battle, the situation would only worsen. In comparison, whether it is Su Yuesheng, who is third, or Jiang Wuxin, who is fourth, it is not a big deal if he loses.

It's a pity that it backfired, and when the list of the last round of the competition came out, Mu Zisu, who boasted about Haikou, didn't have a good face.

"It turned out to be really Ling Yihang." Mu Zisu said with a complicated expression.

Zhan Baichuan's cultivation is higher than Zhuo Junchen's, but when he met Ling Yihang, he only failed and returned, although Mu Zisu had a very strong confidence in Zhuo Junchen, but he also knew that it was extremely difficult for him to win against Ling Yihang.

"Win or lose, just fight hard." Zhuo Junchen was full of ambition.

His words happened to fall on the ears of Shen Hanfeng, who came over behind him. Du Heng looked at Shen Hanfeng and stopped and asked, "What, don't you plan to say it?" ”

Shen Hanfeng pondered for a moment, and finally sighed: "That's it, let him be." Naturally, like Zhuo Junchen and them, he cared about the ranking on the disciple list, seeing the names of Zhuo Junchen and Ling Yihang next to each other, Shen Hanfeng always felt uneasy in his heart, and wanted to persuade the disciples not to be rigid about winning or losing, but now that he heard Zhuo Junchen's words, the original plan was done.

Whether you win or lose, the future is full of joy and sorrow, so there is no need to be cautious. Shen Hanfeng looked at Zhuo Junchen's back and secretly made a plan in his heart.

Du Heng had a vague guess about his intentions, and sighed: "Obviously, you have experienced so many betrayals, and you have met others who have been kind to you, but you are still so heart-wrenching. ”

Shen Hanfeng had a faint smile on his lips, he knew that Zhuo Junchen was different from others.

The last competition is about to begin, and the martial arts arena is full of people, among them, the two arenas have the most onlookers.

On one side are Zhuo Junchen and Ling Yihang, and on the other side are Su Yuesheng and Jiang Wuxin. Even what Xinhong said casually, he didn't expect it to really evolve into reality, that is, on the second floor of the tower, those important figures in the Qinghua Immortal Gate were also looking forward to it.

Fairy Dingyun asked Si Yundao beside him: "Before, Senior Brother Jiang missed a move and lost to Senior Nephew Zhuo. I don't know if the head of the family has confidence in Master Ling's nephew? "Speaking of which, although Ling Yihang's cultivation also has a foundation of nine layers, approaching the peak, it is still a little worse than Jiang Wuxin, Zhuo Junchen's victory in the last game is certainly a fluke, but it may not be based on real ability.

Si Yun still said with a calm appearance that was not in a hurry: "Senior sister is curious, just look at it." Whether you win or lose, you are the pillars of the next generation in our family. ”

Si Yunyan smiled at Yan Yan, but Dingyun felt a chill on her body for no reason, and the woman's intuition made her stop her words immediately. She has never had much contact with these senior brothers, but she also knows that the calm man in front of her was not able to become the head of the sect at the beginning, not because of this gentle posture.

Before going on the field, Shen Hanfeng said to Zhuo Junchen: "There is no need to have any taboos, if there is a case, taking care of yourself is the most important thing, you know?" Although Shen Hanfeng restrained his emotions, Zhuo Junchen still heard a little cautious and nervous from his master's instructions.

Zhuo Junchen suppressed the doubts in his heart and said seriously: "Don't worry, Master, I will be careful." ”

Shen Hanfeng nodded, watched the apprentice turn over to the stage, and unconsciously glanced at the top of the tower. This place is not close to the tower, and Si Yun is still calm and calm. Shen Hanfeng couldn't help but worry, he didn't know how this battle would end in the end, he just hoped that it would not be the worst result he thought.

"Qinghuafeng, Ling Yihang."

"Frost Heavenly Peak, Zhuo Junchen."

The gong sounded, and the weapons of the two were instantly in one place. Ling Yihang's magic weapon is a folding fan, the fan bone is pitch black, and there are golden and red dark lines on the black fan surface.

The long sword that pierced straight fell on the cloth silk-like fan, but it couldn't advance for half a minute, Zhuo Junchen raised his head, Ling Yihang was still smiling and warm, but there was a murderous intent in his eyes.

With a twist of his wrist, the folding fan gently waved Zhuo Junchen's heavy sword back, Ling Yihang put one hand behind his back, and the folding fan shook gently, looking like a fluttering and turbid son, but the dark lines on the folding fan were surging with spiritual power, and there were blue and red flames suddenly rising.

An inch is short and an inch is dangerous, but Ling Yihang doesn't seem to know such a truth, the attack is like a wild bombardment, and all kinds of fire exercises come towards Zhuo Junchen with a surging heat wave. The battle between the two fire-type cultivators instantly raised the temperature on the platform to the platform.

Zhuo Junchen did not retreat but advanced, the long sword was only an afterimage, and when he fought with Jiang Wuxin, his fast attack gave Zhuo Junchen a lot of inspiration, and his moves were also extraordinarily gorgeous.

After a few moves to dismantle each other, Ling Yihang suddenly retreated, the folding fan in his hand opened and closed three times, gushing out three flames, and the open fan was twisted, and the three flames were entangled in one place, turning into a chain of fire, mixed with blazing heat, and shot towards Zhuo Junchen.

Zhuo Junchen didn't even retreat when he faced the Well Guarding Demon Dragon, not to mention that it was just an offensive of a foundation building period monk.

With a point to break the face, Zhuo Junchen poured all the spiritual power of his whole body into the Chongxiao Sword, and only a small but sharp thunderbolt at the tip of the sword hit the surging chain of fire.

In the midst of the explosion of thunder, Zhuo Junchen heard Du Heng shouting: "Han Feng! ”