Countless outer disciples and miscellaneous servants looked at Wang Xiaomo so ferocious, they were so frightened that they went back like a tide, and within a radius of 100 zhang, no one except Zhang Hanya and the other eight approached. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

And at this moment, there was a burst of mana fluctuations from the four towers around the sword fighting platform, which immediately attracted everyone's attention, only to see hundreds of inner disciples flying out of the tower in the middle of the sword fighting platform, each with an indifferent expression, his eyes swept in all directions, and more than 100,000 people in the audience were silent in an instant.

After a few breaths, dozens of people flew out of the tower again, and the powerful aura of the foundation building monk suddenly descended on the audience, and there were men and women in these dozens of figures, and their appearance was also ugly and handsome, among which Qu Zhi was also impressively listed, and a black-faced man and an old woman beside him were all seen by Wang Xiaomo when he fought with Yu Wei that day.

The appearance of so many foundation building monks together still made the more than 100,000 outer disciples and miscellaneous servants present feel extremely shocked, and their eyes looking into the air were full of awe and fanaticism.

"Let's get started!"

A small voice sounded faintly in mid-air, and with the voice, a young man in Tsing Yi walked out of a high tower, his appearance was handsome and abnormal, and his body cultivation was not obvious, but from between his eyebrows, there was a fierce momentum that loomed from time to time.

In mid-air, all the foundation building monks hugged their fists and said:

"See Kenko-sama."

All the inner disciples also clasped their fists and saluted.

"See Kenko-sama!"

Seeing this, all the outer disciples and miscellaneous servants reacted one after another, and all of them clasped their fists and saluted.

"See Kenko-sama!"

The voices of more than 100,000 people turned into angry seas, resounding throughout the world.

Jianzi, the only five in the Qianyang Sect, all of them are Jindan monks, and they are also the personal disciples of Yang Xuanzi, one person is above 10,000 people, and the sect is worshiped by all the disciples in the sect, and the sect actually sent a such existence to supervise this outer door competition, which shows the importance of the sect to this competition.

Wang Xiaomo didn't care about any swords, seeing that everyone was bowing in the air, and he also offered a hand to the air, he looked around as if he was fine.

Zheng Lin saw Wang Xiaomo's appearance in the crowd in mid-air, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he turned around and walked into the tower behind him.

In mid-air, an old man in black who built a foundation stepped out, pinched the trick with both hands, and pressed it to the ground suddenly, with a loud bang, a hundred-zhang high stone tablet fell with a bang, and a cloud of smoke and dust was raised.

"All the miscellaneous disciples who participated in this big competition, ordinary outer disciples imprinted their names on the stone tablet."

The old man in black had a rolling voice and an indifferent expression, his eyes scanning the audience.

When everyone heard this, they looked at each other, and then they moved forward one after another, imprinting their names on the stone tablet, and for a while the voices of people were full of voices and chaos.

"All queue up, and if there is any troublemaker, they will be disqualified!"

As soon as an inner disciple waved his hand, hundreds of inner disciples fell from mid-air, and a stream of strong cultivation dispersed on the spot, immediately dividing the sea of people into a passage of about ten zhang out, and after a few breaths, the chaotic scene had become orderly.

Zhang Hanya, Zhao Hu and others also walked towards the stone monument one after another, and for a while, there was no one around Wang Xiaomo.

At this time, there were only a few hundreds of people outside the Nuoda Sword Fighting Platform who did not walk towards the stone tablet, Wang Xiaomo swept it down, but saw that Xu Qingfeng and Xu Wan'er were also among them, and he already understood in his heart that these hundreds of people should be elite disciples of the outer gate, and he couldn't help but be interested, so many elite disciples of the outer gate, but Wang Xiaomo saw it for the first time.

Under the release of the divine sense, he swept it over one by one, Wang Xiaomo had a perverse personality since he was a child, he didn't care if the other party minded, and after sweeping it, the hundreds of elite disciples noticed that this kind of unscrupulous divine sense exploration made many elite disciples angry in their hearts, and they were about to attack on the spot, but they found that this divine sense came from Wang Xiaomo, and their faces changed color, and no one dared to attack on the spot.

"Most of them are above the seventh layer of condensation, and the aura on a few people's bodies has already stepped into the eighth layer of condensation, but they have forcibly suppressed their cultivation."

"The eighth layer of condensation qi will become an inner disciple, these guys forcibly suppressed their cultivation for the sake of Dabi at this time, it seems that their ambitions are not small."

After Wang Xiaomo glanced around, he already knew it in his heart, and finally his eyes fell on Xu Wan'er in the distance, and a fire rose inexplicably in his heart, and he quickly withdrew his gaze, his face was faintly feverish, and his heart was pounding for a while.

"What the hell, that Xu Wan'er can't do a demon law! No, I need to stay away from her. ”

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Several hours have passed, and the names on the stele have been imprinted with nearly 100,000 people, but there are still tens of thousands of people who have not been imprinted, after all, the number of more than 100,000 people is too much, and it will not be completed at all for a while and a half.

Wang Xiaomo sat under a big tree on the periphery of the sword fighting platform, meditated for a long time with his eyes closed, but no one approached him, so after more than an hour, Zhang Hanya, Li Dazhuang and others finished branding their names, and returned to Wang Xiaomo's side and sat cross-legged.

"Why didn't you see Zheng Jinpeng?"

Zhang Hanya looked around for a long time and said.

Wang Xiaomo opened his eyes when he heard this, he was also very strange, although there were many people in the big competition this time, but with Zheng Jinpeng's status in the Ninth Cultivation City, and the degree of attention Wang Xiaomo received, if Zheng Jinpeng was there, he would definitely come to meet, but after a few hours, there was no one, which was a little strange.

"Doesn't this guy want to participate in this big competition?"

Wang Xiaomo thought of the 20,000 spirit stones in his storage bag, and missed Zheng Jinpeng even more.

"Such a bold friend, wouldn't it be a pity not to participate in this competition?"

"He can't come, I heard that this time he went to the Eighth Repair City."

Qi Tianba said as he walked over from the stone tablet.

"How do you know?"

Wang Xiaomo was a little surprised.

"I heard it when I heard other disciples talking about it when I just branded my name, it seems that it was because the Jianzi who presided over the ninth cultivation city this time was a member of the Zheng family, and in order to avoid suspicion, all the Zheng family disciples went to the eighth cultivation city to participate in the big competition."

"Oh? So that the sword just now is a member of the Zheng family? ”

Wang Xiaomo's face showed a sudden look, and he looked up at the tower where Zheng Lin was, and thought about it.

Time passed, and after another two hours, more than 100,000 outer disciples and miscellaneous servants finally finished imprinting their names, and there was no one who participated in the big competition under the Baizhang stone tablet.

Not long after, the old man in black who had just set up the stele appeared again, looking at the name of the secret hemp on the stele, after nodding slightly, rubbing his hands, suddenly there was a light in his hands, only to see the old man in black in his mouth a few sentences of magic recited, suddenly the brilliance in his hands was released, and in a blink of an eye, the hundred zhang stone tablet was shrouded in the brilliance, so that in less than a stick of incense, all the names on the stele were automatically matched, and in a short time, everyone's battle was all arranged.

Seeing that the battle list had been completed, the old man in black nodded with satisfaction, turned around and whispered a few words to an inner disciple, and then flew into the tower in a flash.

After the inner disciple bowed and saluted, his body shook and he came to the air, and said to all the disciples below who participated in the competition:

"This sect competition, from now on, all the outer disciples whose name I call Dao will enter the sword fighting platform, choose a place for competition, and wait for the challenge!"

"Zhang Lai, Ye Qingzi, Lian Jia........"

Names kept coming out of the mouths of the inner disciples, and all the outer disciples who were called by their names stepped on a formation of more than ten zhang in size that was divided on the sword fighting platform, and sat cross-legged, waiting for the challenge of the miscellaneous disciples.

After a short time, all the nearly 100 small rings on the sword fighting ring were filled with people waiting for them.

And the stone tablet is also very mysterious, all the people who are called by the name of the Tao, after entering the sword fighting platform, their name imprinted on the stone tablet will be lit up, and below each name is the name of the person who will be challenged.

"The challenger finds his own opponent, and the big competition begins!"

As soon as the inner door said this, countless divine senses swept towards the stone tablet.

After a few breaths, people continued to rise into the air, jumping into the small ring in the sword fighting ring, and after a while, the entire sword fighting platform, the magic weapon, the light of the fighting method was prosperous, and the fluctuations of the fighting method burst out, and suddenly attracted everyone's attention to the sword fighting platform.

When the first terrible death scream sounded, Dabi had just begun to count his breath.

This life-and-death struggle of the outer gate of the Qianyang Sect finally broke out in full force at this time.

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