Seeing that the two old men were in place, Zhang Yang turned on the microphone again, and the huge display screens on both sides of the ring also lit up at the same time, "The disciples of Dragon and Tiger Mountain will compete in martial arts now!"

As soon as the words fell, I saw two people's avatar photos scrolling on the two display screens, and it stopped flashing after about 30 seconds.

At this time, a disciple with a baby face and wearing a Qinglan Taoist uniform pointed to a square-faced Taoist priest's head on the screen on the west side, and shouted to the disciples on the side: "Huh?! Uncle Jianren, you have been ranked in the first place?"

The square-faced disciple wearing a dark blue Taoist uniform naturally saw his avatar on the screen, and snorted coldly: "Hmph! I originally wanted to teach Zhang Yaoyang's kid a good lesson, but it seems that I can only use others to practice first!"

His voice was very loud, as if he was afraid that the disciples around him would not hear him. If his purpose is really like this, I have to say that he succeeded, and his remarks did attract the attention of many disciples.

The baby-faced man beside Zhang Jianren also lost no time in pandering, "Why should Uncle Jianren be in a hurry, if that person is only in the first round, it doesn't mean that he is not worthy of being repaired by you at all." ”

A few junior disciples around Babyface who were also wearing Qinglan Taoist uniforms hurriedly echoed with a smile on their faces, looking like they were taking Babyface as the head of the horse.

Zhang Jianren nodded, patted the baby-faced shoulder again, and then smiled: "That's the same, hahaha!"

At this time, Zhang Yang suddenly spoke, read out the name under each avatar, and reminded him: "The Qianzi ring on the east side is fought by Zhang Ritian against Zhang Meng, and the Kunzi ring on the west side is played by Zhang Pan against Zhang Jianren, please take the four disciples in place!"

And the disciple named Zhang Yaoyang, after listening to the teachings of the Heavenly Master, except for a glance when Zhang Yang announced the names of the contestants, he always sat cross-legged on the futon at other times, silent, indifferent to everything around him, and ignored Zhang Jianren's provocative words.

When Zhang Jianren saw Zhang Yaoyang's appearance, he felt that he was bored with himself, and he was even more angry in his heart, snorted coldly with a black face, pushed away the junior disciple beside him, and walked quickly to the Kunzi ring on the west side.

jumped into the ring, gave a slight salute to Zhang Lingqiu, a short and fat real person standing in a corner, and waited for his opponent who had not yet come to the stage with a gloomy face, at this time he only wanted to vent his anger, and Zhang Pan, the opponent who was about to compete with him, was obviously a good choice.

However, God did not fulfill people's wishes, and after waiting in the ring for a long time, the disciple named Zhang Pan never came to the stage.

And the Qianzi ring next door has already started the competition under the order of the black-faced real person Zhang Lingquan!

Zhang Jianren hurriedly turned his head to look at the voice.

I saw that the two disciples in the Qianzi ring were both junior disciples wearing Qinglan Taoist uniforms, the two were of the same age, and they both looked like they were no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, but their figures were in stark contrast, one of them was thin and tall, and the other was short and fat.

As soon as the two of them heard the order to start, they didn't rush to attack each other, but stood in place with both hands and chanted words in their mouths, until the two of them lit up with a yellow aura of light and darkness, and then they rushed to the center of the ring, fighting together with fists and feet, but the movements of the two were very stiff, and they were no different from the routines in the past martial arts movies.

Zhang Jianren could see at a glance that what the two disciples were casting was the famous golden light mantra in Dragon and Tiger Mountain, but the two disciples were not profound, in his eyes, this level of golden light mantra was just an empty shelf, used to participate in martial arts competitions, in front of these old disciples, it was simply a class axe, thinking of this, Zhang Jianren couldn't help but show a trace of disdain on his face, and then turned his head to look at the still empty ring in front of him.

Zhang Lingqiu half-squinted his eyes, looking drowsy, and was awakened by the sound of the ring next door, but found that there was still only Zhang Jianren in the ring on his side, and he couldn't help frowning, and then shouted loudly: "Zhang Pan! Zhang Pan of the Kunzi ring quickly came to the stage! If you don't come to the stage, Poor Dao will sentence you to abstain!"

At this moment, the sound of an urn came from a distance: "Master Lingqiu, wait... I'm here...".

I saw a burly disciple wearing a blue and blue Taoist uniform running through the square and running towards the Kunzi ring.

Due to the rush of running, the square was full of Longhu Mountain disciples, and some small bumps and frictions inevitably occurred when passing through the crowd, and even almost knocked the baby face of the junior disciple to the ground.

Zhang Pangu couldn't help the other party, so he only shouted sorry and left.

The baby face scolded his mother, and then he was helped up by the two junior disciples around him!!, and a few disciples rushed to dust off his body for him.

"That kid is Zhang Pan, why haven't you seen it before?", Babyface asked as he looked at Zhang Pan's back.

Several junior disciples also shook their heads and said they hadn't seen it.

The babyface first frowned, and then showed a sad expression of a dead rabbit and a fox: "Tut-tut, it doesn't matter if you see it or not, this unlucky bastard, I'm afraid I'll have to suffer a little."

......

"Master Lingqiu, I'm coming, I'm coming!", Zhang Pan ran to the Kunzi ring, and under the gaze of all the disciples, he turned over and climbed up.

Seeing this, the disciples who came to watch scoffed one after another

"At this level, you still sign up for the competition of the chief disciple?

"Yes, if you can't jump in the ring, how can you fight others?

Even the Lingqiu real person on the stage showed a trace of undetectable disgust on his face.

Zhang Pan, who climbed into the ring, bowed to Zhang Lingqiu apologetically, and said, "I'm sorry, Master Lingqiu, I was a little distracted just now." ”

Zhang Lingqiu wanted to reprimand, but seeing that Zhang Pan was honest and honest, and his attitude was quite sincere, and as an elder, he didn't want to make himself look too mean.

Then he waved his hand to him and said: "It's okay, forget it this time, and next time, you will be disqualified directly." ”

When Zhang Pan heard this, he scratched his head with an embarrassed face, and said with a smile, "Mmmm, master! Zhang Pan must remember the master's teachings!"

And Zhang Jianren on the opposite side didn't have such a good temper, he was already in a depressed mood, and when he saw Zhang Pan on the opposite side with a simple face, he suddenly had the idea of kicking the other party out of the field by thunder.

When you see an honest person, you can't hold the fire.

"Okay, now that both sides are in place!