"This Uncle Baoqiang's life is too good, there is a master who is willing to spend money, not to mention, even God helps him. Look, this means that people don't even have to ...... the Qingfu to turn into a talisman", the leftist of the three familiar junior disciples standing not far from the big screen said with a surprised face.

"Yes, this is indeed a bit evil, it can't be that the computer has been tampered with, right?", the tiger-headed disciple in the middle replied casually.

The thin-eyebrow disciple on the far right hurriedly stretched out his hand to cover the mouth of the person who spoke, and after looking around in a panic, he saw that no one was paying attention to them, so he cautiously whispered, "Your name is two small voices, you can't talk nonsense, if it is heard by the elder and the real person, there will be no good fruit for you to eat." ”

Hearing this, the man shrunk his neck and put on a look of fear, then sighed, lowered his voice and asked the disciple on the right, "Zhang Yin, why isn't it one of the two of us who won the lottery, in this way, even if he is not the opponent of those elder disciples in the later stage, he can be more or less mixed with the seventh place, and he can also give us new disciples a long face." ”

The thin-eyebrow disciple glanced at the man and said mockingly, "I said Zhang Hu B, what's the matter with you, don't you have a little B number in your heart? ”

"You still dare to call me that!", the disciple seemed a little unhappy when he heard Zhang Yin call himself like this, but he suddenly smiled and said, "...... Hehe, now I'm the only Zhang Hu! I won't need that B word again!".

"Look at what you mean, I really want to be a little reluctant?" Zhang Yin said with a smile

"No, no, absolutely nothing. If you like it, take it at any time", Zhang Hu hurriedly waved his hand when he heard this, and then had an idea, "Huh, I just found out, in fact, Zhang Yin B, this name is also quite good."

“NO!NO!NO!” , Zhang Yin was not angry, smacked his lips and said, "Tsk, I think Brother Tiger B is more domineering, or you should not change it, I will call it a smooth mouth." ”

"You stinky boy, see if I don't tear your stinky mouth", Zhang Hu was "furious" when he heard this, and raised his hand to grab Zhang Yin's mouth.

Zhang Yin hurriedly flashed back, covered his mouth, and showed a pitiful expression, "Brother Hu, I was wrong, watch kill me." ”

Zhang Hu pretended to be fierce and patted the back of the other party's hand covering his mouth, "It's good to know that it's wrong!

Zhang Yin didn't get angry when he saw this, he pushed the other party's hand away, straightened up again, and changed his words, "Okay, don't make trouble! Seriously, do you think that Zhang Pan can squeeze into the top three?"

"That's not for sure, that kid never looked like we had to continue to release the golden light spell out of the body, every time he cast the spell, it was just a flash, I still haven't seen how far he has practiced the golden light spell, and don't you think it's strange? He has never spoken to other disciples, as if all the disciples don't know him!", Zhang Hu heard this, looked at the lonely figure standing in the distance, and said thoughtfully.

Zhang Yin frowned, also looked at the man, and nodded silently, as if holding the same question.

Zhang Hu continued, "In my opinion, eighty percent of him was privately cultivated by an elder real person, I don't believe that a person with extraordinary talents like him would be just an ordinary disciple who is penniless. ”

"So...... , who do you think he is ......?", Zhang Yin wondered.

"I don't know, I'm not an immortal or anything, I just doubt ......," Zhang Hu shook his head and said.

"Cut, I thought you knew something. However, no matter how you look at it, you can't see anything outstanding about him", Zhang Yin glanced at him, and looked curiously at Zhang Pan, who was smirking at the screen.

Zhang Hu smiled and patted Zhang Yin on the shoulder, "Don't stand stupidly, maybe it's time for the two of us to play soon." ”

When Zhang Yin heard this, he looked at the big screens in front of the two rings, and realized that when the two of them were laughing and scolding, they had already begun to match the four disciples who were about to play under the auspices of Zhang Yang.

"Zhang Hu, you have to be careful, if I accidentally match you to me, I won't show mercy!" Zhang Yin looked back at Zhang Hu.

Zhang Hu shrugged his shoulders, "Whatever you want, for me, it's rare to have a chance to participate in this kind of open competition, no matter who I meet, I will do my best to win, in this way, even if I lose in the end, I am right." ”

When Zhang Yin heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and then chuckled: "That's right, I knew you would say that, it seems that the two of us really smell like each other." ”

Zhang Hu showed a look of disgust, "Don't don't, I don't have a smell on my body, I want you to stink and ...... alone."

......

The twelve disciples who participated in the competition were again divided into two groups, and each group of six people competed in two rings.

Among them, Zhang Yifan, Zhang Yaoyang, and Zhang Jianxing, the best among the elder disciples, all beat their opponents and won easily in the competition.

Zhang Pan also easily defeated the elder disciple Zhang Hansheng and qualified for the finals.

What is even more surprising is Zhang Hu B and Zhang Yin, not only did they not meet in the martial arts, but both of them actually defeated the two elder disciples and qualified for the finals, of course, they also paid a very painful price for this.

Zhang Yin is okay, he and his opponent Zhang Nubi are also at the level of the second layer of the Golden Light Mantra, but the proficiency of the opponent's Golden Light Mantra is obviously more than one level higher than him, and he can flexibly control the golden light of the body on some key parts of the body, forming a set of thin pale golden "armor" on the body.

At first, Zhang Yin only felt that the other party was playing tricks on the void, but he didn't care.

After a short fight, it was found that this Zhang Nubi obviously had no intention of taking the initiative to attack, and Zhang Yin easily gained the upper hand.

Seeing this, Zhang Yin immediately took advantage of the victory to pursue, intending to defeat Zhang Nubi in one go.

Who knew that the other party was not as easy to deal with as he imagined, and every attack that Zhang Yin struck out with all his strength was almost easily defused by the armor on the opponent's body.

After a few rounds, Zhang Yin had already consumed nearly half of the mana on his body, but Zhang Nubi still looked like he had spare strength.

At this time, Zhang Yin realized that the person had deliberately reduced the protection range of the Golden Light Spell in order to save mana, and came to fight a war of attrition with himself.

After realizing the problem, Zhang Yin almost immediately came up with a way to deal with it - that is, to attack the weak parts of the opponent without the golden light protection body with all his strength.

Zhang Nubi, who was caught off guard, immediately lost his square inch under Zhang Yin's chaotic continuous attacks, and when he remembered to open all the golden light of his protective body, it was too late and fell to the ground.

At this time, Zhang Yin finally used up the last trace of mana and fell on the ring.

Zhang Hu was always suppressed by the opponent due to the large difference in strength between Zhang Huiji and Zhang Huiji, the second-layer Xiaocheng opponent of the Golden Light Mantra, and in desperation, he could only use the strategy of drawing salary from the bottom of the kettle, and forced the opponent to the edge of the ring with his bruised body, and suddenly sent out a full blow when the opponent took it lightly, and pushed the opponent out of the field in danger.

......

At around three o'clock in the afternoon, all six competitions had ended, and Yu Lan, who had witnessed the previous six games, was standing under the stage at this time, his eyes wandering on the disciple who won in the end, guessing which disciple would fight him in an hour.