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"Inner disciple Xiaobi?" Zhang Fang didn't expect these competitions to come in waves.

Seeing that Zhang Fang was suspicious, the Great Elder said softly: "Today is the third day of the fourth month, the qualifying competition for the outer disciples once every five days, the promotion competition for the inner disciples once every ten days, the fighting martial arts for the core disciples once every fifteen days, and the ranking competition for the personal disciples once a month will all be held on this day of the month. ”

"Then what does this little contest say, and what is the reward for winning?" Zhang Fang came to the test as soon as he heard about it, it is impossible for these competitions to let the disciples fight casually, there must be benefits, right?

The Great Elder saw that Zhang Fang's eyes were shining, and he opened his mouth to ask for the reward, and he couldn't help but be angry, you are a dignified genius disciple, how can you be a virtuous person with the vendors who practice stalls on Chunxi Road.

"Hmph, if you just teach you, you forgot about it?" The Great Elder snorted coldly and reprimanded Zhang Fang in an accentuated tone.

Zhang Fang scratched his head embarrassedly, and muttered in his mouth: "If you cultivate quickly, you must also be able to keep up with the resources, otherwise no matter how talented you are, you won't be able to do it." ”

The old man with the hair couldn't help but laugh out loud when he heard this, and the great elder glared at Zhang Fang, but still said: "The disciples of the inner sect who are promoted to the top three disciples in the small martial arts competition can get two Xuanguan Dan, and the third level of the Falling Ying Heart Sutra Heart Method formula, and then if you can cultivate the Luo Ying Heart Sutra to the third level, you can be promoted to the core disciple."

After being promoted to a core disciple, if there are already sect elders and others who have named him as a registered disciple, then he can be directly promoted to a personal disciple. If not, you need to win the top three in the fifteen-day martial arts of the core disciples, and cultivate the Luoying Heart Sutra to the peak, and you can choose a master among the darts of the Foreign Affairs Academy and the elders of the Elders' House, so as to become a personal disciple. ”

"I see!" Zhang Fang nodded, but there were more things to care about, so he said with a shy face: "I don't know what the welfare of the core disciples of the Lu Dao and the pro-disciples is?" ”

The Great Elder had a headache, and sighed helplessly: "The core disciple has two taels of gold per month, plus five golden pills and two Hui Qi Scatter. The disciples of the personal transmission have four taels of gold per month, plus eight pills of gold creation medicine and five pills of Hui Qi Dispersion! ”

"Is there a higher salary in that door?" Zhang Fang's mind was full of question marks, and he seized the opportunity, eager to ask all the doors of the Zhenyuan Dart Bureau from the Great Elder, especially the welfare category!

The Great Elder was already numb, and continued: "If you cultivate another book of "Evergreen Gong" among the three major mental methods of the Zhenyuan Dart Bureau to the fullest, you can be upgraded to the head of the Foreign Affairs Academy!" ”

"Okay, the top ten disciples of the outer sect are here, if you have any questions, I'll ask them later!"

As soon as the Great Elder saw a group of people slowly walking outside the Douwu Pavilion, he hurriedly stopped Zhang Fang's question, he now knows Zhang Fang's virtue, this is definitely a headache!

Zhang Fang responded, and he didn't make a sound anymore, but his face was full of joy, his eyes were dripping, and he didn't know what the hell Lu Dao was doing.

Wang Chenwei on the side saw this scene and consciously had some understanding of Zhang Fang, this guy really came out of the V2 area, and he wanted money! Wang Chenwei couldn't help but think of the two Renyuan Dadan that was taken away by Zhang Fang, and his heart was dripping blood.

"Disciple Qin Feng met with the Great Elder and all the elders, the first two levels of the outer disciple qualifying competition have ended, in addition to the success of Senior Brother Gao Hunt and Senior Brother Wang Chenwei, there are also ten junior disciples with good results.

They are Mo Long's junior brothers, and the results of the palm stone tablet assessment are five inches! Woodman Lane results, the eighth formation!

Zuo Yuan's junior brother, the assessment results of the palm stone tablet, the force into eight inches! Woodman Lane results, the seventh formation! ”

This Qin Feng was the Hanging Eyebrow Senior Brother, he and the other inner disciples walked into the Douwu Pavilion and told the Great Elder about the situation of the outer disciples' qualifying competition, while Mo Long and the other ten outer disciples stood outside the Douwu Pavilion.

The Great Elder listened to Qin Feng's report and nodded with satisfaction, the results of this qualifying competition had far exceeded those of previous years, and it was simply a harbinger of the imminent prosperity of the Zhenyuan Dart Bureau, so the other elders present were also very satisfied.

"Okay, Qin Feng, you continue to preside over the final showdown, determine the top three this time as soon as possible, and then start the inner door promotion competition." The Great Elder waved his hand and motioned for Senior Brother Hanging Eyebrows to step back.

However, Senior Brother Hanging Mei hesitated and said, "Great Elder, Senior Brother Mo Long and Senior Brother Zuo Yuan were both seriously injured in Muren Alley, are they?"

"Hmph, you know the rules of the qualifying match, this is also the end of their reckless rush without their own strength, they can use their own medicine to heal their injuries, but don't even think about the treatment in the elders' house, go ahead!"

Seeing that the Great Elder's voice was fierce, Senior Brother Hanging Mei immediately did not dare to say anything and took the order to leave. Not long after, everyone in the hall heard a loud shout from outside the Douwu Pavilion.

"Mo Long, get out of here!"

Zhang Fang followed the sound and saw Zuo Yuan, who had a murderous face, standing up first, pointing at Mo Long and roaring loudly.

The hall became lively, and those inner disciples were very gossipy to ask the law enforcement disciples what had happened, and those elders were no exception, and they all asked the old man about the situation.

Zhang Fang looked at Mo Long with a little interest, this guy was sad this time, the Great Elder refused to provide treatment for him and Zuo Yuan, and most of this guy's Jinchuang medicine was used in Muren Alley, and now there is only a drop of blood left, and there is still a serious injury on his body, Zhang Fang wants to know how the arrogant and domineering local tyrant will deal with Zuo Yuan's face slap.

Mo Long's current appearance is a little miserable, his face is pale, he strokes his chest with one hand, and his feet are fluttering, as if a gust of wind can blow him down, if he really dares to fight, it is simply to be abused in various postures.

"I throw in the towel!"

Mo Long almost gritted his teeth and said this, looking at Zuo Yuan hatefully, but Zuo Yuan didn't eat this set, pointed at Mo Long and said: "Lao Tzu will not be finished with you and Wang Chenwei in the future!" ”

Zuo Yuan is holding back a belly of fire, especially for Wang Chenwei is hatred, before Wang Chenwei was slapped in the face by Mo Long in front of the palm power stele, but Zuo Yuan came out to relieve the siege, and as a result, Wang Chenwei killed Zuo Yuan in the woodman alley, and this kind of thing is changed to anyone who has to hate Wang Chenwei to death.

The final duel outside the Douwu Pavilion ended quickly, Zuo Yuan won the first place with absolute strength in the situation that no one challenged, and Mo Long was turned over again because of his bad state, gritting his teeth and conceding defeat continuously, ranking first from the bottom at the bottom. Senior Brother Liu and Senior Brother Song with a mocking face are ranked second and third respectively.

Zhang Fang looked at Mo Long, who was standing outside the hall with a face full of grievances and anger, and was really relieved in his heart, calling you DIAO to blow up the sky, now you have crippled yourself, right?

Mo Long lost a lot this time, and it was just that the Muren Lane clearance was not successful, and as a result, the qualifying match was reduced to tenth, and he couldn't even get the second heart method of the Ying Heart Sutra, and this local tyrant must be dripping blood in his heart. After all, as a local tyrant, he must have spent a lot of votes to add up the roots and bones, so that he has the current realm of internal strength, but the roots and bones are there, but the follow-up mental method is not, which makes the local tyrant brother embarrassed, and he will play soy sauce for five more days. However, five days later, I think that many players have risen in the realm of internal strength, and it is not easy to easily get the top three in the qualifying competition. Besides, when the time comes, Zhang Fang feels that he has probably become a disciple of his own lineage, and the gap is like this!