Su Wei stared at Gui Ye closely: "I promised you, I will naturally do it." ”

But Gui Ye raised his head, looked at Su Weiwei standing in front of him, and examined: "Why should I believe you?" ”

Su Wei looked at Gui Ye's eyes full of hatred: "You can only trust me." ”

Gui Ye was stunned in his heart, yes, who else can he trust now? Except for him.

After returning to the room, Su Wei was a little tired, although he had recuperated for two days, but for the injuries in his body, he still hadn't completely improved, if the Demon Sect really attacked at this moment, I am afraid that he would not even have the ability to protect himself.

At night, Su Wei hurried to repair the wounds in his body, and on the tenth day, Xiao Honglian finally fell asleep again with exhaustion, and Ren Su only couldn't wake up when he called. And Sue's only injury is more than half better.

During this time, Ling Bai and An Xiangxue played three matches each, and fortunately, Xiaoxiangmen's six matches were all victories.

And Ruo Ling unexpectedly experienced three more byes and directly advanced to the No. 3 ring. Ruoling, who thought that he was going to show his skills, was a little disappointed. And when the other sects looked at Ruo Ling, they had a lot more different looks.

And Ling Bai also went from Ring Six to Ring Four. Xiaoxiangmen also happened to be ranked at 92, and Ghost Gate was ranked at 68, and they all relied on byes.

Even Su Weiwei had to admire Ruo Ling's luck as if he had opened a plug-in. The goddess of luck is her mother. Su Wei couldn't help but think to himself.

Five days later, the top 100 sects will draw lots to face each other. Advance to the top 50. There are two kinds of promotion to the top 50, which are individual competitions and group competitions.

And no matter which one it is, Ruo Ling and Ling Bai have both entered the top 100 categories, and they all need to draw lots to fight.

But then it was not as easy as the previous two days, the top 100 people were all drawn out of order, which means that if you are ranked 90, you may draw any of the top 10 sects and the top 6 six major sects. It means that you are directly finished.

Therefore, when Sanjiu draws lots, it can not be said that he is not nervous but among the six major sects. This kind of thing that draws each other. Almost none. In the competition a few days ago, there will be people from the six major schools facing each other, but in the finals, it is even related to the final ranking. This time, the elimination draw. The people of the six major sects will not be opposed.

This draw is not an early draw. Rather, it is a live draw showdown.

Early the next morning, the various sects came to the Yunlan Sect's arena early, which was also the largest arena. Look around. It was really crowded around.

Sitting in the center was Yun Chengzhi, the sect leader of the Yunlan Sect, and on the left and right were Yin Zhengsheng, the great elder of the Lingxiao Sect and Meng Qi, the deputy master of the Diancang Sect, and on the other side of Yin Zhengsheng were Hua Manyu, the deputy master of the Tianyin Sect, and Chong Ji, the head of the Burning Sound Pavilion.

The people sitting behind him were all disciples sent by various sects this time, all of them with their toes raised and their eyes not squinting. Full of majesty.

On the other side of the arena, a large long table was placed, and the disciples of the six major sects were seated, and one of them was responsible for drawing lots. Of course, the most important thing.

As soon as the hour came, Yun Chengzhi stood up, accompanied by three points of internal force, and roared to everyone present, convinced that every word had reached everyone's ears,

"The top 100 sects began to draw lots. Start with first place. As soon as the words fell, Yin Zhengsheng also stood up, but instead of letting the people in his sect go over to draw lots, he stroked his goatee, smiled, and said amiably: "Chengzhi, the first few competitions started with the first place, and then some people will say that we did our tricks and feet, and we won't win the lottery, why don't we change the way of drawing lots this year?" ”

Among several people, I am afraid that only Yin Zhengsheng dared to speak like this.

If it were someone else, Yun Chengzhi would have already lost his face at this time, and he just looked at Yin Zhengsheng with a slight frown: "Old Yin, I'm afraid it's a little inappropriate to do this time, besides, the winner is king, we are all above board, what is the saying that victory is not martial." ”

And at this time, Meng Qi, the deputy sect master of the Diancang faction, also interjected: "Sect Master Yun, you can't say that, since our six major sects think that they are also in the rivers and lakes, since we let us change the order, why don't we agree?" Could it be that Sect Master Yun felt weak-hearted, or did he do something in the sign? ”

As soon as Yun Chengzhi heard this, he immediately looked at Meng Qi unhappily, and Meng Qi was not afraid of Yun Chengzhi's gaze at all, and went directly to meet him. The beards on both sides were shocked by anger: "Hmph, the old man's life is bright, since he wants to change it, why not?" Besides, the first person to draw it was not our sect. The voice returned to Yin Zhengsheng's body.

And Yin Zhengsheng just smiled and looked at the scene of the lottery over there.

Since it was said that it was good, the people below were supposed to draw lots from the Ling Xiao faction first, but they became the first to draw lots.

There were two big bamboo tubes on the table, and the last representative sent out was not nervous at all, anyway, according to the order of previous years, he was the last one, and he didn't need to draw it, and the rest of the sign was his, but now he became the first.

All the people in the audience looked at him, but he felt more nervous at the moment than he was competing on stage.

But he still swallowed his saliva, gave himself confidence, looked at the bamboo tube on the table without any difference on the left and right, hesitated for a second, didn't know how to smoke the bamboo tube, thinking of the eyes of so many people, closed his eyes, and drew it at random into the bamboo tube on the right hand, and the end of the sign was engraved with the number fifty.

The man nervously slowly let go of his hand, and when he saw the number on it, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and a disciple next to him immediately reported the number: "Fifty." ”

Some of the people below couldn't help but laugh: "It's really the last place, and the last draw will be made." ”

"No, it doesn't have to be the penultimate one he encountered." The people below all laughed scoffingly, and the man touched his head and returned to his sect without paying attention.

With the first person, the people behind drew the numbers much faster, and the number of reports was read out one after another: "Twenty-eight", "Thirty-nine", "One", "Forty-two", "Twenty-five......

Ling Bai drew the eleventh, and after a while, it was Ruoling's turn to draw the "fifty".

Several people were stunned on the spot, looking at Ruo Ling's expression, it was a complicated one, and Sanjiu looked at Ruo Ling with two eyes on Venus: "Tut-tut, you little girl, this is simply a golden finger, you don't need to fight to advance directly!" Come, let me touch it and feel it. ”

As soon as the words fell, Sanjiu immediately felt three unkind eyes on him, one didn't need to look, he knew that it was Ruoling's little junior brother, and the other was of course Ruoling's own, but where did the other one come from?

Sanjiu looked back and found a pair of resentful eyes staring at him. (To be continued.) )