On the high ring, it was as if the real person had never appeared, and at this moment, all the space and position, as well as the eye-catching gaze, fell on the two monks who had been drawn to the lot. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

It is their luck and misfortune to be drawn to the lottery.

Luckily, your first performance will get the most attention, and if you perform well, you will be known by everyone and be a good opportunity to become famous.

Unfortunately, there is only one winner, and there will inevitably be one loser, coupled with the tension and pressure of taking the lead, even if the monk is in a calm mood, he will inevitably be chaotic and unable to play his due strength in the first stage.

Fortunately, the No. 5 monk and the No. 103 monk who were drawn to the head lottery all performed well, within ten moves, each showed its own strange moves, the magic light was all over the sky, roaring bursts, and the eyesight was slightly poor, and it was impossible to see which was superior or inferior, and which won or lost.

At this moment, the role of the magic weapon of the Zhenlong mirror is revealed, when the two monks withdraw, standing opposite, like a flag, the two Zhenlong mirrors show the light of "one hundred and three", and the other side shows the light of the law of "five", and the victory or defeat is instantaneous.

Without waiting for everyone to sigh, the No. 5 monk who lost had already been swept out of the ring by the Zhenlong Mirror, and the No. 103 monk who won had three more breaths of standing time and gained everyone's attention, and then he was wrapped in the magic light of the Zhenlong Mirror and sent off the ring.

Under the gaze of hundreds of pairs of eyes, the winner raised his head and stood tall, and received cheers.

The losing side hung its head and only collected the rather pitiful gaze of everyone who fell on it.

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Seeing this, An Zhen couldn't help but sweat in his palms. Where is this to test the skills of the fighting method, it is completely a test of the monk's heart!

In front of Immortal Bo Zhengong and Mrs. Mingzhao, in front of the thirty-six Feitian Zhenren, in front of almost all the immortals in Xuanzhou, and in front of many fellow Daoists who are about to become opponents, these young monks who have not been able to cultivate to open the Mud Pill Palace for the gods and have not practiced for a hundred years, within ten moves, how much strength can they exert?

Not to mention, there is also a distinguished guest of the head of the male fairy secretly watching his every move in the ring!

So. Only those who are resolute in heart. Only those who regard the outside world as nothing, can settle their minds and cast spells at their usual level.

And all this, in Anzhen's opinion. It has nothing to do with the level of cultivation. This fighting method is a competition. Obviously, the test is the cultivation of the mind.

Nodding silently, An Zhen also had a new understanding of the meaning and role of this fighting method competition and the Xianmen Society.

The immortal cultivation world has never lacked extremely high qualifications. But the people who died halfway are like crossing the river, and there are not many of them. Only those who are firm in their minds, have no distractions, and have a firm heart can go further and fly higher.

This is also a necessary condition for the monks to be selected by the Immortal Gate Society.

looked at He Junxian, who was sitting on his side, An Zhen saw that his expression was solemn, his thin lips were slightly pursed, his eyes showed thoughts, and he seemed to have thought of something, his brows gradually stretched, and then he simply closed his eyes, not looking at the next game in the ring at all, breathing evenly and calmly.

An Zhen smiled, and Junxian can be so calm, even if he doesn't wait for the stage, he has already won fifty percent, and next, it depends on how the opponent is!

Thinking about Zi Yunying in his heart, An Zhen looked to the other side again.

Zi Yunying, who was sitting cross-legged, was very straight, her pink fists were clenched on both sides, her eyes were looking directly at the ring in the center, she didn't open her mouth to cheer for the winner like other monks, and she didn't discuss how sorry it was for the monk who lost, she just looked at it like that, she couldn't take her eyes off it, her pink lips opened and closed slightly, and it seemed that she should be thinking about something.

Seeing Zi Yunying like this, An Zhen was also relieved, because Zi Yunying's seriousness can also be seen as having no distractions, and it has also won her fifty percent of the opportunities. As long as you don't meet an opponent like the young master of Yueqin, you shouldn't lose the competition.

An Zhen knew that He Junxian's number plate was eighty-six, while Zi Yunying's number plate was forty-nine. Because he didn't have to play, he was holding a relaxed attitude at the moment, but he was the most comfortable one among the young monks in the audience, his big eyes were shining brightly, and he began to watch the next competition seriously.

By the way, An Zhen was also secretly analyzing for Junxian and Ziyunying to see how their opponents were cultivating.

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The next competition became more and more exciting, and more and more monks realized the true meaning of this competition, standing in the ring, their expressions were also very focused, and they chose to ignore the eyes of everyone below.

In this way, more than half of the monks who were drawn to the stage for the competition had already been drawn, and at this moment, on the two Zhenlong mirrors in the ring, there was a familiar number plate - "eighty-six".

The number plate on the other Zhenlong mirror is "nine".

I don't know who the ninth is, but the eighty-sixth is He Junxian.

Even if his eyes were closed all the time, at this moment, Zhenlong's mirror showed his number plate, and Junxian also seemed to sense it, and suddenly opened his eyes.

The moment he opened his eyes, it seemed that a light flashed from his eyes, and the original scholarly spirit was replaced by a solemn and deep temperament.

"Brother Junxian, steady!"

Zi Yunying's voice came from the side.

"Junxian, have a flat mentality, you don't need to care too much about winning or losing, but you must give full play to your strength!"

An Qisheng also turned his head sideways, looking at He Junxian, as his teacher, and instructed this sentence.

"Junxian, don't let me down!"

Ziyang Zhenren also cheered up with Junxian.

Smiling slightly, only An Zhen didn't say much, nodded, watched Hejunxian's back go to the ring, and said silently in his heart: "Brother Junxian, I believe in you!" ”

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"Ahh

"Look, it's going to the ring with Junxian! Is he number eighty-six? ”

"yes, look, I didn't expect Nine to be him!"

"It turned out to be the two of them as opponents, it seems that Zhenlong Mirror is still very fair!"

But there were exclamations one after another from the main hall, which attracted An Zhen's attention, and he bent in the other direction, and found that the opponent of He Junxian turned out to be Tianxuanzi!

Both of them were swept into the ring by the magic light of Zhenlong Mirror, and looked at Junxian and Tianxuanzi, both of them had no expression on their faces, even Tianxuanzi, who had always held a very high eye, was calm and quiet at the moment.

And He Junxian was as calm as ever, even if the opponent was Tian Xuanzi, who was known as the first young monk in Xuanzhou, he didn't have any mood fluctuations, and his eyes fell lightly on Tian Xuanzi's body, as if he was just a number plate, not an opponent who could make him timid.

"Please!"

"Please!"

I don't know who gave the salute first, and Junxian and Tianxuanzi opened their mouths almost at the same time, and the moment the words fell, I saw two rays of magic light instantly released from the hands of the two of them, and the competition of the first move began! (To be continued.) )