After the drums, everyone was still shouting the slogan of their own sect's victory. For a while, there was a lot of noise in the venue, and I couldn't stop saying anything.

Chu Lei slowly got up and went on stage, with a slight wave of his right hand, just this one action made the sound in the field stop suddenly, and even a needle falling to the ground could be heard clearly.

Xuanji knew that he was going to say some façade talk again, and adults like to talk about façade talk before they do anything.

She didn't like to hear this, so she simply pulled Linglong to listen to her say more gossip.

"I heard that the lord of Rong Gu in Dianjing Valley was a son of a rich family when he was young, and he married three wives and four concubines! As a result, when others reached middle age, they suddenly wanted to cultivate immortals, so they resolutely abandoned their wives and children and came to Dianjing Valley. His three wives and concubines chased after him with their children, but he was ruthless and didn't see any of them. Man...... Tsk~~"

Linglong shook her head and tail, as if she had seen it.

Xuanji couldn't help but ask, "What about later?" Didn't he see them all the time? ”

Du Minxing listened to the master's words with one ear, and listened to them with the other ear, and when he heard this, he whispered, "Finally, he saw him." Later, two of the wives and concubines were actually moved by him, and they were willing to stay in Dianjing Valley and cultivate together to become immortals. The one left...... I came home alone with my children, and I heard that he died of illness in less than a year. ”

Xuanji couldn't help but be silent.

Linglong sneered: "Men are so selfish. Abandoning his wife and children actually wants to become an immortal, I don't know if the dead wife will come to him when he becomes an immortal! ”

Du Minxing frowned: "Linglong, be quiet!" How much do you know about the rights and wrongs of the older generation? ”

Linglong was yelled at by him, her eyes widened and she wanted to have a seizure, but when she thought about the special situation now, she had to hold back her anger and pouted and stopped talking.

"Senior brother......" Xuanji persuaded.

Du Minxing shook his head, "Whether or not Lord Rong Gu's approach is inappropriate, it's his own business. Others are not qualified to interject. What's more, he has now achieved something, and he is even more respected among the masters of various factions. Life is inevitably misguided, he at least later embarked on the right path, how can we who are juniors? ”

Xuanji knew that this senior brother either didn't speak, or he would talk at length, and when she thought that he would discuss this issue with herself for a few hours, her scalp was numb, and she hurriedly interrupted: "Ah...... That, big brother, look! Daddy seems to be done! ”

Sure enough, Chu Lei's scene had been finished, followed by the four-cornered Kui skin drum beating again, and the Rong Gu master of Dianjing Valley took out a square small box, and said loudly: "Start taking the number!" ”

Because of listening to Linglong's words just now, Xuanji couldn't help but look at him twice, only to feel that his hair was silver-white, and he was wearing a brown satin robe with exquisite workmanship and fine tattoos.

But I don't know if his two wives and concubines who followed to cultivate immortals are still there?

Xuanji looked around the field, and a circle of soft stools was placed in the inner position of the infield, which was specially prepared for seniors such as the elders of the various factions, and the remaining six hall masters of the Shaoyang faction were all there. As the judges of each sub-ring, these people have the power of life and death over the results of the first to third matches.

She looked at it for a long time and didn't see the imaginary woman, so she had to give up.

At the moment, everyone in the infield went to the box to get the number, the so-called number is a piece of paper that has been folded and sealed with fire paint, and everyone has taken the number apart, wrote down the number, and immediately went to the head of Xuanyuan Zhao to register his name.

The sixty young disciples who participated in the competition quickly finished taking the numbers, followed by the elders who drew the numbers and chose which ring to judge in charge.

After the draw was completed, someone immediately handed it over with a black lacquered wooden plate holding the test sheet that had already been arranged.

Dongfang Qingqi gently unfolded it, glanced at it quickly, and immediately reported aloud: "Jiazi, Yichou, two of them go to the deficit ring." Bingyin, Ding Mao, the two of them went to the green character ring......"

In this way, the top seven candidates for the competition will be selected one by one.

Xuanji saw that she didn't know any of the people who went up, so she couldn't help but lose interest, and wanted to go back to sleep, but she was afraid that the senior brother would say herself, not to mention that because the competition was about to start, there were simply a sea of people around, and she didn't know what year and month it would take to squeeze out.

She simply leaned her back against the railing and buried her head in the snacks that Linglong brought over.

I was stuffing beef into my mouth when I heard the sound of a horn, presumably the competition had officially begun.

Zhong Minyan was very excited to see it, one would cheer for this, and the other would feel sorry for that. Linglong shouted at them for a while, looked down and saw that her sister was trying to eat, and she didn't raise her head, she couldn't help but be angry and funny, pinched her face and said, "Look at it too!" There's our brother in there! ”

"Oh, which one?" Xuanji ate with a mouth full of red oil, her cheeks bulging, and she looked back curiously.

Zhong Minyan knocked her head and said angrily: "You are really a pig, you know how to eat, eat, sleep, sleep!" Look at the ochre ring! Senior Brother Duanping is on it! ”

It turned out to be a Duanzi generation, and it was a long way off, how could she know her. Not everyone is familiar with each of them!

Xuanji was bored, looking like "I should deal with it", and lazily raised her eyes to look over.

Although the costumes of the participating disciples of the Shaoyang faction are not uniform, the sleeves and necklines are embroidered with Shaoyang's unique phoenix luan patterns. I think that the tall man with a pockmarked face is what Senior Brother Duanping, and his weapons are two short swords.

The short sword is a weapon that Uncle Huanyang of Xuyang Hall is good at, and this Senior Brother Duanping should be the proud disciple of Uncle Huanyang. The two short swords are really handy, one moment up, one moment down, one moment like the hidden edge of the underwater dragon, and the other moment like a jade phoenix raising its wings.

The young man in black who was competing with him could barely parry, and kept retreating to the edge of the ring, if it weren't for the ropes around the ring, he was afraid that he would have fallen down long ago.

"It's a win!" Zhong Minyan was sweating excitedly, as if the person who went up was himself.

Xuanji was bored, covered her mouth and yawned quietly, when she suddenly saw the man in black raise his wrist, and a black and long thing popped out of his sleeve, brushing over the ground, bringing up a cloud of dust.

Oh, he's with a whip! Xuanji was a little interesting, only to see that the man was forced into a corner, and suddenly his waist twisted, and he drilled a gap from a very strange angle, and the whip in his hand seemed to have eyes, and the straight mark was brushed towards Senior Brother Duanping.

Everyone exclaimed in unison, Duanping was not in a hurry, and the short sword in his hand suddenly merged into a cross, a clip, a belt, and with a whoosh, the whip was cut in two!

This move can be described as clean and neat, and Elder Huanyang, who was watching the battle, couldn't help nodding, very proud.

"Which sect is the one who used the whip?" Xuanji asked Linglong in a low voice.

"He is a disciple of Daoist Gujiang of Dianjing, called Wutong. Because of his surname Wu, he has to use black for everything, and he is also a well-known person. Du Minxing kindly told her, "It's a pity that his whip has met a nemesis with a short sword, and this time I'm afraid of a fiasco." ”

Xuanji only felt that this person named Wutong, although he seemed to be stumbling and about to fall, he couldn't fall down.

His dodging style is very strange, like a slippery loach, and he can't catch him no matter what.

Seeing that the short sword in Duanping's hand was about to stab his throat again, his neck suddenly tilted, and he actually turned it backwards, and once he stood firm, he suddenly took out several pieces of black paper from his sleeve.

"What's that?" Linglong asked loudly.

Du Minxing suddenly frowned, that ...... Seems to be ......?

"It's a spell!" Zhong Minyan shouted, "He can even use spells?!" ”

It was a profound immortal technique, and young cultivators rarely could use it, just because once a spell was pronounced wrongly, the spell would often hurt oneself. Moreover, the power of the spell is not easy to grasp, and once it gets out of control, the consequences are unimaginable.

Everyone saw that the black boy took out the spell, and suddenly threw it into the air, those pieces of paper seemed to be alive, neatly arranged on the four corners of the five corners, he recited the mantra, and saw that the few spells rose higher and higher, almost in an instant, the originally clear sky darkened, and the dark clouds surged from all directions, the situation was very strange.

The first time Linglong saw someone using a spell, she couldn't help but be a little frightened, and shrank her body slightly behind Zhong Minyan, revealing only a pair of eyes to peek.

"Five Thunder Dafa! It's the Five Thunder Dafa! Get out of the way! ”

Someone recognized the spell and immediately screamed. Xuanji They are still ignorant, but there are people who know how powerful they have long been huddled together and desperately run out.

The Five Thunder Dafa is to convene the thunder god of the Quartet, blasting down the sky and thundering ten thousand ways, it is a very powerful and profound method of exorcism, and no one would have thought that anyone would use it at the hairpin flower conference. In the past, there were also people who used spells, but they were only small, and once the Five Thunder Dafa succeeded, it would inevitably affect the surroundings of the venue, and the feeling of being struck by lightning was definitely uncomfortable!

Xuanji saw many people crowding outside, and was about to ask each other, but his arm was suddenly grabbed by Du Minxing, he grabbed her with one hand and Zhong Minyan with the other, and said hurriedly: "Get out of here quickly!" Dangerous! ”

Xuanji was pulled by him, only ran two steps, only heard the long roar of Elder Huanyang under the stage, and didn't understand what was happening, and then suddenly ten thousand white lights split down in front of him, which was extremely dazzling.

Instinctively, she covered her eyes, and the ground began to shake violently as she heard a stabbing and a loud boom. She stumbled and almost fell, and suddenly heard her mother's screams and her father's anxious shouts, which was really a mess.

Just about to raise her eyes to see what was happening, she suddenly felt a shock on the top of her head, as if she had been hit by something, it didn't hurt or itch, but it was a little numb, she couldn't help but be stunned, touched it with her hand, only to feel that a bead on her head was broken, and fell on her palm, which had already become charred and distorted, and there was green smoke.

What's going on? She lowered her hand and looked around blankly.

But she saw that there were countless black holes on the ground at some point, and like her poor bead flower, it was smoking.

Many people were lying on the ground with their heads in their hands, and Linglong was also lying on the ground, and she was the only one standing, holding the pearl flower that was scorched by thunder, at a loss.