"Knock~Knock~Knock~" As soon as the morning dawned, the assembly bell of the sect rang, and the disciples quickly dressed themselves. However, there were bumps and shouts in the dormitory. Some of the disciples were sleeping soundly when they heard the bell ringing and immediately got up from the bed and accidentally fell to the ground, while some of the disciples slept like dead pigs and were pulled out of bed or kicked out of bed by their companions...... In a short time, the disciples had already arrived at the square.

Today's square is divided into two areas, one is for other disciples to watch and stand, and the other is the martial arts arena, and the martial arts arena is divided into two small martial arts arenas from the middle, and the competition officially begins after the head and elders come.

"Today, the top ten will be determined from these fifty disciples to represent the sect in the upcoming sect competition, and the participating disciples are invited to enter the venue for the draw. The old master of ceremonies of the sect said.

Fifty disciples stepped forward to draw lots one by one, and when the results of the lottery were announced, some people were happy and some were worried!

"I won't fight with you, I will abstain in a while. One of the participating disciples said to Zhang Lang.

"Yang Ling, are you going to advance, stuck in the bottleneck. Zhang Lang said to Yang Ling.

"Young master, how do you know, I'm really stuck and can't make it to the next level. Yang Ling said.

"You can fight me in a while and see if I can help you advance. Zhang Lang said.

"Okay," Yang Ling thought for a moment and said.

As soon as the two finished talking, the first round of the game was over. Now it's Yang Yu and Ye Xiaoman's turn to appear. The two of them fought against two late-stage cultivators, and only Yang Yu was in the early stage of the Xuan Rank. When the battle began, it was Ye Xiaoman's group that moved first, while Yang Yu didn't move, and his opponent was staring at him.

Ye Xiaoman was wearing a white robe, with long black and shiny hair draped over his shoulders, and his right hand was holding a spear about five or six meters long, the head of the spear was a gourd-shaped very sharp tip, and the head of the spear was connected with a silver-white made of unknown materials, and the connection was a circle of white feathers of an unknown magical beast.

"Look at the gun" Ye Xiaoman yelled and stabbed the gun directly, the other party flashed to the left and easily avoided this stab, Ye Xiaoman grabbed the tail of the gun with both hands and swept it to his right hand, the other party saw the spear sweeping towards him, but he didn't have any feet yet,

In a hurry, he raised his knife to resist "dang", and the knife collided with the gun with a soft sound, and the other party took a few steps back.

"Look at the knife, the sword light and sword shadow" As soon as the other party stood firm, he roared and sent out a spiritual power spell strike. The spiritual power Cheng knife struck at Ye Xiaoman.

"Look at the gun, thousands of gun shadows" Ye Xiaoman roared and also sent out a spiritual power spell attack, only to see that it was a dozen or so spearheads transformed by spiritual power towards the sword shadow skill.

There was a loud bang, and the shadow of the gun and the shadow of the knife collided together, bursting into a dazzling light. After the light, the two collided with each other again, Ye Xiaoman wrapped his spiritual power in the spear, and hit the gravity with a "bump" sound, directly knocking the opponent who was preparing the ultimate move to the ground, unable to stand up for a long time, and it seemed that he was not lightly injured. And Yang Yu's battle is coming to an end.

Yang Yu for Shiyan's own skills, holding a wooden stick made of unknown materials and fighting with the other party, the other party used a spell attack but only parryed, and every time the spell was issued, Yang Yu easily dodged. Yang Yu saw that Ye Xiaoman had ended the battle with victory, so he ended the battle with his spiritual power restored to the wooden stick.

The next competition was extremely fierce and exciting. Spells on the power of ice balls, fireballs, fist shadows, and spells to form a monster is flying around, and the disciples in the audience are elated and envious.

weishenme himself was born a few years later, not under the leadership of the young head to participate in this training, in just two months, these people have improved so fast, the junior brother who was lower than himself is now higher than himself. Not to mention participating in this sect competition and the sect competition that will be held soon. Let's just say that this kind of advanced speed is the envy of us! This is the idea of all over-age disciples who want to advance to the disciples.

"Good~Good~"

"Get up, stand up quickly, and hit him for me. ”

"Flatten him, eliminate him, beat him like a pig's head. ”

............

The disciples in the audience cheered for the people who competed in martial arts, shouted, and shouted when the person they liked was beaten down, and asked them to get up and flatten each other, and if they met someone who didn't like or didn't look at the haode, they would call the other party to smash it.

"Come on, come on, bet, come and vote for the champion. Cast less head one to one, vote Yang Yu one to lose two, cast Ye Xiaoman one to lose ten......" At this time, a big disciple set up a betting station.

"Buy five copper plates. ”

"Less in charge"

"Yang Yu"

"Ye Xiaoman"

............

Most of them voted for the young head Zhang Lang, and only a few people voted for Yang Yu and Ye Xiaoman.

The disciples took out all the monthly money for this month and invested it, and the disciples who were Zhuang were sent by their parents to practice by a wealthy family. And what about the money that the disciples have? This is the monthly money issued by the disciples of the sect every month, five copper plates per month, if you become a team leader or something in the sect, you can't pay it back. There are even disciples who get a gold coin every month.

The head and the elders saw all this and didn't stop it, just because they had already opened a betting shop from the head of the house, and Zhang Lang bought several books, but only the fifth elder bought Ye Xiaoman. The odds are the same as those of the disciples in the audience, but the head and others are gold coins, and the disciples are copper coins.

Weishenme and the others have gold coins, and the disciples will have copper coins? A sect has business outside, and these are all outer disciples who are fighting in the middle, and if they perform well, they can also go back to the sect to practice. If a sect is over the age of twenty-five and has not yet reached the late stage of the Xuan Rank, it will be sent to fight the business of the inner sect, and there are also some children of wealthy families who do not want to enter the sect to practice, so they will be accepted as outer disciples to practice outside, such as when the sect encounters a crisis of extermination, these people have to come back to fight. And each inner disciple will receive five copper plates of monthly money, and there will be one day of rest per month to distribute freely. If you can go out to play, but you must come back before the morning exercise the next day, otherwise you will be punished by the sect, and you can also stay in the sect.

The betting off the stage was extremely fierce, and the competition on the stage was even more intense. The sound of the impact of weapons, the explosion of spells, the sound of falling to the ground, and soon it was the turn of Zuihou to compete with Yang Ling.

The two stood motionless on the stage, Yang Ling stared at Zhang Lang intently, the Han beads on his forehead fell down one by one, and the right hand holding the weapon had already pinched out of sweat.

"Yang Ling, don't be afraid to make progress on me, see if I can help you break through the bottleneck and enter the early stage of the Xuan Rank. Zhang Lang said to Yang Ling.

"I~this~ That's good, I offended the young master. Yang Ling said.

"Spiritual power, flying fist. Yang Ling shouted and pushed forward with a fist in his right hand, and a fist that was exactly the same as him flew towards Zhang Lang. Zhang Lang didn't say a word, stood still in place, and struck a seven-killing punch against the sky~ The first type hit the fist that directly broke up the gong.

"Look at the knife" Yang Ling saw that the spell had no effect, so he raised his knife and rushed towards Zhang Lang.