"Miss, after a few hits, it's time to start..."

Looking at the great elder who walked back to Wutai on crutches, Meng Yang looked at Fu Tianzhuo, who was beaten, with a look of helplessness.

In the short time of this tea, the huge Yanwu platform was divided into 100 small odaiba by the deacon of Qianyuanzong.

Overlooking, the small Odaiba is circular in shape, with a radius of 50 meters, and flags ranging from one to one hundred are planted on the pedestal of the most central circle.

swept his eyes, and basically saw at a glance that the martial arts platform where he was fighting was over there.

It wasn't until Lin Zitong stopped his hand and pointed at Fu Tianzhuo that the majestic voice of the Great Elder sounded in everyone's ears.

And at this moment, Fu Tianzhuo covered his face, and didn't look at the speech of the great elder on the martial arts platform, just standing in front of Meng Yang.

The red eyes were full of resentment, glaring at Meng Yang, as long as Meng Yang's eyes were removed, he followed and flickered into his sight.

"Now I declare that the battle for the leadership of the Qianyuan Sect, the first scuffle, is the beginning..."

At this moment, the Great Elder raised his voice and shouted, and all the disciples of the Yanwutai took the stage one after another.

Meng Yang smiled awkwardly at Fu Tianzhuo, did not hesitate, pulled the number in his hand, and walked towards the seventeenth stage of the martial arts.

Gao Yubo recovered from a serious illness, and under the persuasion of Meng Yang and Fu Tianzhuo, he gave up this year's battle for the top.

Lin Zitong also gave up the battle for the top of this year because of his age and lack of cultivation in the middle of the junior martial arts.

As for Fu Tianzhuo, even if he stood on the 32nd stage of the martial arts, his stubborn and resentful gaze still looked at Meng Yang through the crowd.

With a majestic look in his eyes, he looked at the other disciples of the No. 32 Yanwutai with horror, and avoided them one after another.

"Lady in red, if your mother knew that you bastard had such a nickname, she wouldn't kill you when she went home. ”

On the viewing platform, a middle-aged man who looked quite similar to Fu Tianzhuo listened to the congratulations of the people next to him, and his eyes showed disgust.

Although the clothes are simple and the qi and blood in the body are very light, the aura formed by being in a high position for a long time has overshadowed the others around him.

Don't look at this person who didn't sit in the ranking of the Kuishou family, but since the moment he appeared and sat down, at least seven of the top ten heads of the Kuishou family came to greet him in person, on the surface, the Fu family is indeed a family engaged in pigment business, but secretly, only a few people know that the peak master of the Qianyuan Sect's Medicine Peak is actually the grandfather of the Fu family, Fu Tianzhuo.

As for the disciples of the first line of Medicine Weapon Peak Refining, at least half of the disciples let the Fu family sell the refined treasures on their behalf.

Under its pigment merchants, the trade routes of treasures spread throughout the entire Zhao Kingdom.

It is an exaggeration to describe it as a rich and rival country, but it is definitely the number one tyrant in the southern state of Zhao State.

Therefore, it is really not Meng Yang's envy that Fu Tianzhuo has a mine at home, but it is based on evidence.

"Meng Yang, the first in the inner door, was actually separated from him. ”

Looking at Meng Yang, who was wearing a flying fish suit, the seventeenth martial arts disciple had an ugly face, and he panicked in his heart.

It wasn't until Meng Yang smiled and nodded to them and sat cross-legged on the corner of the martial arts stage that they breathed a sigh of relief.

For Meng Yang, the new disciples can be said to be known to everyone.

The battle with Fu Tianzhuo was praised as a well-deserved first in the inner door.

At this moment, Meng Yang's behavior was obviously not intended to dye the battle between them.

After all, although Meng Yang's strength is only in the early stage of the first martial arts, the strength of the martial soul is invincible, even if it is the leader of the family.

There is almost no need to guess, and he knows that Meng Yang will definitely get the name of the leader.

Thinking of this, all the disciples on the seventeenth platform, their faces were slightly red, and they began to slowly condense their martial power.

Some clever disciples even bowed down and gave salutes, reporting their favors to Meng Yang.

And some female disciples wanted to come forward to ask for safety, even if they couldn't get the ranking, they would be better than the first one.

As long as Meng Yang agrees and stands by his side, I believe that not many disciples on the seventeenth Yanwutai will dare to make a move.

Among them, there are even some naturally beautiful and beautiful women who have the idea of Meng Yang.

Unbeknownst to him, Meng Yang's eyes flickered at this time, and his gaze fell on another handsome woman with deep temples and a beautiful waist.

Sensing this sightly gaze that fell on him, Song Yaoqing, who was standing on the eighteenth martial arts stage, immediately turned his head to look.

Looking at each other, the smile on Meng Yang's face just rose, and Song Yaoqing's green eyebrows were like Qing Shui, and then he relaxed.

In the hunting battle, Meng Yang's powerful Song Wanqing had a personal experience, although she also found out that it was Meng Yang of the Lin family who robbed her spirit grass afterwards, but she was not looking for Meng Yang's bad luck. This is not to say how good Meng Yang is, and he captured her heart.

Rather, during that time, almost everyone was in retreat and cultivating for the battle for the leader.

Meng Yang left the Qianyuan Sect to do the task of the sect and earn the contribution of the disciples, so naturally the two of them could not meet.

However, maybe even Meng Yang didn't know that among the few people who contributed to him and bought his information, there was Song Wanqing.

In the battle with Fu Tianzhuo that day, among the female disciples who watched the battle, Song Wanqing's figure was there.

Whether it was the humanoid martial soul that shocked her, or the shocking Meng Yang Chuwu realm, the martial soul had reached the Xuan level strangely, so that when she saw Meng Yang with her face exposed, she couldn't help but feel palpitations and think about it.

In Song Wanqing's heart, this Meng Yang is an outlier, and he is still a dark horse monster who rushed out inexplicably.

Not to mention, among the top ten families, there are really too few female disciples who can be praised by everyone.

Except for another woman surnamed Hou whom he had never met, it was this heroic Song family Song Wanqing.

The remaining eight families are almost all male disciples, and it is foreseeable how talented this Song Wanqing is.

In this competition for the top spot, Song Wanqing is one of the objects of Meng Yang's attention.

The face is like an autumn peach, the color is like a spring dawn, although I saw him flashing with anger, but there is an indescribable different charm.

Clean white clothes, jade standing among the crowd, such as a tree of Qiongzhi, planted in the clear water and green mountains, exuding a faint is gorgeous.

The thin eyebrows like a slight lip grease and ink painting are quite like the autumn lotus outlined by Fengshen's brushstroke, and the beauty is shocking.

Yes, Meng Yang was a little surprised, surprised that she hadn't seen her for a few months, and Song Wanqing seemed to have a more feminine taste.

If this woman was placed in her previous life, she would definitely be the spokesperson of Mulan in the costume TV series.

The only drawback is that this woman has grown up, but this...

"You, you bastard..."Looking at the serious Meng Yang, she suddenly smiled evilly, and Song Wanqing's eyes suddenly widened.

Holding his hands on his chest, he stomped his feet and turned around, and the white snow sword in his hand was even more buzzing.

If it weren't for the leader's assessment, I am afraid that he would be the first to kill Meng Yang.

"Sure enough, it was the woman who almost cut off my arm with a sword in the hunting ground, the Seventh Realm in the late stage of the early martial arts, powerful!"

Seeing Song Wanqing turn around, the evil smile deliberately pretended on Meng Yang's face suddenly retracted, and his face became calm and thoughtful.

There are only eight people in the Kuishou family who are most interested in Meng Yang, and Fu Tianzhuo is not counted.

Bai Ziyu, a scholar with different pupils from the Bai family, although he was tied by Fu Tianzhuo, who was out of the customs, was still very strong.

The East Gate Family's Wind Dragon Bow East Gate Army, the Mao Family's Love Jade Xiao Mao Ning, and several other family Tianjiao who have not been seen.

The rest are the Du family, Du Zijin who broke the mountain and the sea, and the two people who rolled the pen and painted the fairy leaves.

As for the other beggar dressed as a young man who hurriedly glanced at him while hunting, Meng Yang didn't know if it was from the Kuishou family.

He also asked Fu Tianzhuo afterwards, but Fu Tianzhuo also said that he didn't know.

The last person is naturally only the sword fairy Song Wanqing.

"Boom, boom..."

Just when all the disciples of the martial arts platform condensed the martial power of their whole bodies to the peak, a thunderclap sounded from the Xuanzhu, completely igniting the battle for the top spot.

In an instant, the shouts, the clashing of weapons, and the muffled roar of qi and blood erupted like a stormy tide, surging towards the sky of the disciple's hall.

The old people who didn't play on the stage all stood under the stage and shouted and cheered for their disciples.

There were even some people with faces painted ghost cats, wearing the same funny costumes, shouting skyrocketing slogans, which made Meng Yang almost laugh.

"Brother Lin, there is only one chance, look at the move..."

"It's that you usually say bad things about me in front of Xiaofang, I want her to know that only I can be worthy of him. ”

"As long as I win the first scuffle, even if I am eliminated in the second game, I will also have a family head reward. ”

"Woooo

Just as Meng Yang's face was complicated and he listened to the various confrontational words on the field, a secret weapon suddenly flew towards him.

Meng Yang's expression was still the same, and he stretched out two fingers at a speed faster than the hidden weapon, clamped the hidden weapon on his fingertips, and removed the strength on it.

As soon as he swept his eyes, he saw the horse-faced man hiding in the crowd and staring at him.

Seeing Meng Yang looking at him, the horse-faced young man's expression was suddenly startled, and he was about to sweep to other places with a weak heart as a thief.

Suddenly, there was a sound of breaking the air, with a rainbow-like streamer, which became wider and larger in his contracted pupils.

When the hidden weapon stopped a little outside of his eyebrows and fell to the ground, the placket behind the horse-faced man was instantly soaked with cold sweat.

The trembling legs, and the pale face, almost like confinement, stopped at this moment.

Only the heart that beats wildly, the qi and blood flowing backwards in his body, and the breath that can almost suffocate him prove that he is still alive.

Shaking his head, Meng Yang didn't pay attention to the seventeenth battle platform, but focused on the thirty-second battle platform.

But as soon as he turned his head, he saw Fu Tianzhuo suddenly turn around and stare at him with a childish look.

At this moment, Fu Tianzhuo had his back to the battle platform, but no one dared to make a move, and the life-killing sword in his hand made the disciples feel even more sad.

From time to time, I think back to the monstrous sword qi that wanted to pierce the sky for half a month, before the retreat.

He shook his head amusedly, and his eyes fell on the other martial arts.

Almost all the people with high strength and realm stood on the stage of the martial arts and did not move.

And no one dared to shoot at them.

Like Meng Yang, he either stands, sits, or meditates on the spot, swallowing clouds and mist.

For them, the melee is just a formality, and the real competition is still in the third stage of the leader, and the leader is competing.

As for the second individual battle, almost all the disciples of the Kui Shou family would not encounter it.

The rankings are also ranked according to strength, and there will be no scene of the strong fighting against the strong at all.

It can be said that the first and second games of the leader are to search the sand in the big waves and screen the strong.

It wasn't until after the half-pillar incense time that the Xuanzhu of Yanwutai sounded with a thunderous roar again, ending the battle with the first one without any viewing experience.

And Meng Yang, who was sitting on the ground, also stood up under this deafening sound.

Looking down, there are less than 1,000 people standing on the stage now.