Holy Demon Sect, Outer Gate Competition, No. 250 Martial Arts Table.

At this time, there was silence here, and everyone looked at the scene on the stage in surprise.

After a long time, I saw Chong Qi, who was holding the knife on his neck, laughed, looked at Zhou Su in front of him and said, "I want to know why you weren't sucked into my pink storm?"

Zhou Su's hand holding the sword did not move, looking at Chong Qi who was full of doubts in front of him, thought for a while, and said with a smile: "Yes." Actually, it's not that hard, I covered myself with my magic, resisting its powerful suction, I just seemed to break your pink storm easily, but it drained almost all of my mana. ”

Chong Qi was stunned when he heard this, put away his pink feather fan, turned his head and said to the deacon who was still a little stunned: "I admit defeat!"

After speaking, he glanced at Zhou Su and said with a smile: "Although you won against me, but Sister Wei's subordinates, there are many people who are better than me, I wish you good luck~"

After saying that, Chong Qi turned around and left, leaving only a dashing.... The girly back.

Zhou Su looked at Chong Qi who took a step, twisted his waist, and raised his fart, retracted his gaze with a dark face, and said a lot of words to Chong Qi who was stronger than her, and he didn't care very much, if he even won those little kids, he wouldn't mix it up if he said it.

The strong man deacon under the ring also came back to his senses from the scene just now, although he was very curious about how Zhou Su broke the full pink storm, but he didn't ask much, got into the ring, and announced to the bottom: "The 250th competition, Zhou Su wins!"

After saying that, the strong man deacon didn't stay, and walked towards the elder's platform to take notes.

Zhou Su felt something in the ring, looked towards a place, and saw Xie Baiwei, who was really looking at him here, her face was slightly surprised, obviously she didn't expect Zhou Su to be able to win Chongqi, although Chongqi was not very strong, but his trick Pink Storm was invincible to monks of the same level.

Zhou Su showed his signature smile to Xie Baiwei, Xie Baiwei saw Zhou Su's expression, turned his head, looked at the other rings, and ignored Zhou Su.

Zhou Su retracted his gaze, set his eyes on the elder platform, and looked at Fang Ya and Cai Congyun above and made a victory gesture, and the two girls also responded with a smile when they saw this. Zhou Su set his sights on other rings that were still fighting.

Most of the ring is also at a fever pitch at this time, and it won't take long to settle the fight.

Zhou Su looked bored, and began to recover with his knees crossed.

Although what he said before was very easy, in fact, it was not that difficult, and the consumption of mana was not even twenty percent, but sometimes when it was time to pretend, it was still necessary to pretend.

Before, he just cast a trick to set the wind, filling up the seemingly strong pink storm, so he had no choice, of course this kind of thing can't be said casually, it's better to be a low-key person.

The earliest ones to end in the ring battle were the top 10 disciples of the outer sect such as Xie Baiwei, Zha Hui, Cheng Kuang, etc., those disciples who drew them did not even have the courage to fight, and the deacon of the abbot competition did not even announce the start of the competition, so he hurriedly surrendered and admitted defeat, which also disappointed the disciples who planned to see how powerful the top 10 disciples were.

As time passed, the battle in the ring was almost over, and only a few disciples in the ring were still stubbornly resisting, but it was only a matter of time before their battle ended.

After a short time, when the deacon in the last ring announced the winner, the first contest was completely over.

Luo Mad on the elder stage looked at the outer disciples who were still standing in the ring, and said, "Time to rest for a stick of incense, after a stick of incense, the competition continues!"

Hearing this, no matter how much magic power was consumed, most people sat down cross-legged and recovered in meditation.

After a stick of incense, all the disciples in the field opened their eyes on time and stood up, looking at Luo Mad on the elder's platform.

Luo Yan saw that these disciples had almost recovered, and continued to speak: "The rules are still the same, and the opponent is still decided by drawing lots. ”

After Luo Mad finished speaking, the strong man elder who had assisted in the draw stood up, fell towards the largest ring in the center, and took out the previous box.

The disciples in the ring, seeing this, all flew towards the central ring.

Unlike before, this time it is no longer the same as before, whoever is powerful will be drawn first, but whoever believes in it will be drawn first.

Zhou Su's ring was not very far from the position of the central ring, and Zhou Su was not very eager to draw lots, so Zhou Su rushed to the central ring slowly.

When Zhou Su arrived here, more than 100 disciples had already drawn lots, and there was still a queue in front of the elder, and Zhou Su didn't think much about it, and directly lined up at the back of the line.

The draw was still going on in an orderly manner, and after a while, it was Zhou Su's turn.

Zhou Su put his right hand into the box, and the random ball pulled out his hand and looked at the ball in his hand.

This time, Zhou Su drew No. 45.

Most of the disciples were eliminated in the first competition, and half of the disciples were eliminated in the second competition just now, and there were only 500 disciples left in the ring at this time.

The elder in charge of the draw also looked at the ball in Zhou Su's hand, and said loudly at the same time: "Zhou Su, No. 45." ”

Before Zhou Su, every disciple who drew lots, this elder was in charge of reporting the number.

After the elder finished reporting the number, Zhou Su walked to the side to finish drawing lots.

As soon as Zhou Su stood still, a burly strong man walked towards Zhou Su, stood still in front of Zhou Su, looked at Zhou Su, who was a little shorter than him, and said in a deep voice: "You are Zhou Su! My name is Zhao Tie, and I am your opponent in the next game." ”

Zhou Su looked up at Zhao Tie and said with a smile: "You came to me because I was the first to draw lots before Xie Baiwei?"

"It's not. Zhao Tie said in a deep voice.

Although Zhao Tie said this, Zhou Su could feel Zhao Tie's strong hostility towards him, so he was curious: "Then why are you and how hostile are you to me?"

Zhao Tie looked at Zhou Su who was smiling, forcibly suppressed the urge to make a move, and said angrily: "I'm here for Elder Fang! I heard that you rejected Elder Fang's idea of accepting apprentices, not only that, but you also relied on Elder Fang's optimism to ask for a large amount of pills to break through your cultivation. Elder Fang is kind to me, I can't watch someone like you deceive her, I want to teach you a good lesson for her!"

Zhou Su listened to Zhao Tie's words, and wanted to laugh a little, but he didn't expect this Zhao Tie to be so hostile to himself because his apprentice was kind to him, and when he heard about those rumors. Although I want to laugh a little, I do appreciate Zhao Tie a little.