The sun is in the sky, and the voices are boiling.

On the huge square of the inner gate of the Holy Sect, it was crowded with people, and the festival was as lively as the festival.

"Look, another guard has been cleared!"

"No, the forty-ranked against the twenty-fifth, it's really not enough to see. ”

"Who said it wasn't, if I knew this, it would have been better to abstain from voting at the beginning, so as to preserve my strength, it's better now, I'm dead, I'm injured, right?" ......

Watching the excitement, they have always been afraid of big things, and they continue to point out and comment on the country in their high-minded discussions, but they don't even know that they themselves are not even qualified to compete. This is the root of human inferiority, and there is a virtue everywhere.

The seventeen disciples of the outer gate, except for Mu Zifeng, who sat in place and did not move, all the others returned with injuries, especially the three disciples of the Holy Heavenly Pivot Mountain, who were seriously injured and had reached the point where they could not compete again. Because the disciples of the Holy Heavenly Pivot Mountain seem to have been born to fight, as soon as they see their opponents, they are like wild wolves seeing meat, and they will never give up without taking a bite.

Hu Bo, the Pavilion Master of the Holy Heavenly Shushan Pavilion, also smiled bitterly, "Why is it like this every time, I didn't win this game, how can I explain it when I go back." ”

"Old Hu, don't be impatient. Wan Gelong patted Hu Bo on the shoulder, "Victory and defeat are a common thing in soldiers, work hard next time!"

Hu Bo rolled his eyes, "Lao Wan, as soon as your upper lip touches your lower lip, you say it lightly, you have the ability to let your people go, by the way, forget the cultivation of that human disciple of your Shengyao Guangshan, you don't even dare to play!"

Wan Gelong also touched his nose and said angrily, "Old Hu, you really have the heart to be a donkey's liver and lungs!" But he looked at Mu Zifeng, who was sitting on the ground breathing and breathing, and the old god was there, and he couldn't help but shake his head and sigh, "What is this Master Mu doing?

But he didn't dare to urge, "This kid is a sweet spot in the eyes of the Supreme Elder of the Holy Sect's Inner Gate, and if he doesn't pay attention to it, then his long-cherished wish to be promoted to the chief law enforcement elder of the Inner Gate Law Enforcement Institute will not be in the soup in minutes?!" He could only smile bitterly and wait for things to develop.

Seeing that the time was past noon, the competition in the hundreds of rings had also reached the final stage, and about two-thirds of the rings had already become famous and restored calm. After another time when there was a stick of incense, the ring was completely silent.

The onlookers refocused their attention on the ten figures in the open space of the square, and everyone knew that the most exciting competition was about to begin!

As for the outer disciple sitting on the side, the strange Mu Zifeng, he was automatically ignored, "Just kidding, a disciple of the middle stage of the eighth-order great demon master, and you still want to challenge? That's not to care if the nun wants a child-isn't it difficult for him at all? Before it gets dark, he starts dreaming?!"

The hundred disciples in the ring were also nervous, staring at the ten people with their eyes, not knowing if they were unlucky, let them pick their own ring, if they did, wouldn't all their previous efforts be in vain?

Therefore, they all prayed in their hearts, "It's not me! It's not me!

Jia Xiaoyi looked at Mu Zifeng's figure playfully, "This kid is grinding bare-bones this time-it's embarrassing to turn in circles!

"Look, Senior Brother He has moved!" Suddenly, the female disciple sitting next to Jia Xiaoyi screamed.

Senior Brother He in the mouth of the female disciple is called He Zhao, ranked seventh in the inner gate rankings, the cultivation of the peak of the ninth-order Great Demon King, half a foot has already stepped into the Demon Venerable level, and no one can say anything when he says that he is a half-step Demon Venerable.

He Zhao is handsome and chic, 1.83 meters tall, well-proportioned, white-eyed, and a talent, usually speaking considerately and gently, and has gained a lot of hearts, and he has hundreds of thousands of fans in the inner door.

He also has an advantage, that is, don't look at his usual gentle and elegant appearance, but he comes from the Holy Tianshu Mountain of the outer gate, and he belongs to the group of desperate Saburo when he fights, and he can fight beyond the level, and the ordinary first-order demon venerable early stage powerhouse is really not enough in his eyes.

It was with this hard work that he went all the way from the top 1,000 to the seventh place in the rankings, and experienced more than 5,000 battles of all sizes, and the injuries on his body were like stars in the sky, and he couldn't count them.

As soon as he stood up, a murderous aura immediately diffused from his body, that murderous aura was only found when he crawled out of the pile of dead people, let alone fighting, even if he smelled that murderous aura, he could be scared half to death.

As if it was too late, the ten disciples stood up one after another, looked at each other and smiled, and paced in the direction of the ring.

"Phew!"

The disciples guarding the ring all gasped, "Big brother, it's okay not to play like this!" The apprehension in his heart moved to his face, especially those disciples who had already experienced several battles and had obvious mana consumption, their hearts were about to jump out of their throats.

He Zhao walked a few steps and walked to the nearest ring, without even looking at the disciple who was guarding the ring, and flew into the ring with a "poof".

"You, go down!" he said calmly.

The disciple who guarded the ring was ranked around forty, and he was once a defeated subordinate of He Zhao, seeing He Zhao dragged him to the stage, he shook his head helplessly, "whoosh", and flew down.

Old God He Zhao sat down on the ground and began to breathe again, as if this matter was justified.

"Handsome! Senior Brother He is so handsome!"

"yes, handsome!"

The other nine people also followed He Zhao's example and spoke in a dragged manner. Except for one in the ring, where the disciple was a little angry and had a fight and was killed, the other eight people all successfully drove away their opponents.

Mu Zifeng also stood up, stretched his waist, walked to a ring, got into the ring with a "poof", and stretched out a finger to the mid-stage disciple of the ninth-order Great Demon King, "You, go down!"

"What's that?"

"Who does he think he is? This kid is crazy, isn't he?"

"yes, did he just sit on the ground dreaming and haven't woken up yet?!"

"Oh my name, an outer disciple still dares to learn from Senior Brother He, it's really beyond my strength!"

The disciples in the stands paused for a short time, like a scoop of cold water poured into a boiling oil pot, and immediately exploded the pot.

The ten disciples who had just lost the ring also stopped, looking at Mu Zifeng suspiciously, like looking at a clown.

Wan Gelong, Hu Bo and others wiped their eyes, and they were also confused.

Only Jia Xiaoyi smiled sneeringly, "What you can't do, do you think this is in Shengyao Guang Mountain?" But after thinking about it, he was happy again, "Okay!" He shouted loudly, wishing that the mid-stage disciple of the Ninth Order Great Demon King would slap this Terran kid to death before he could relieve his hatred.

Sai Hua was also stunned in place, she had already forced a mid-stage disciple of the Ninth Order Great Demon King to succumb through coercion and temptation, and promised to take the initiative to give up her ring at the last moment, giving Mu Zifeng a favor and letting him advance smoothly, but this sudden change broke all of Sai Hua's efforts.

"Mu Zifeng, you come back!" In a hurry, Sai Hua blurted out.

This voice focused everyone's attention on Saihua's body, "It turns out that the cat is tired here!"

All the disciples and elders all had a feeling of enlightenment and sudden enlightenment, "No wonder this kid can participate in the trial competition with such a little cultivation, and his feelings have a backer!"

"Senior sister, ...... you" Sikong Nan shook his head with a wry smile, and said in his heart, "This stupid girl, even if you want to help this kid, you can't be in front of everyone, isn't this a lice on the monk's head - too obvious?!"

After Sai Hua shouted, he also felt a little abrupt, his face was red and white for a while, after all, calling out Mu Zifeng's name in front of such a disciple was indeed suspected of cheating.

The mid-ninth order Great Demon King who was shouted down by Mu Zifeng was also confused, "What's the situation?

"Coax!"

The disciples below began to coax, "What if you have the support of the Supreme Elder? This is the inner door, I don't believe that you, a Supreme Elder, can still cover the sky with one hand?"

Mu Zifeng didn't know that Sai Hua had arranged the ring for him in private, and even if he knew, he wouldn't care, let alone go to that ring.

Monk cultivation is a struggle with the heavens, if you meet a strong opponent, can you still expect others to show kindness to make you unable to succeed?

It's opportunistic this time, but what about next time?

You always have to pay it back when you come out to mix!

Thinking of this, he waved his hand at Sai Hua, "Elder Sai, are we very familiar?!"

There was a kind of banter and perseverance in his voice, without any mud and water, and it seemed to be teasing, but he picked Saihua cleanly at once.

The strange look in Saihua's eyes flashed away, this kid is really interesting.

"Coax!" burst into laughter from the audience.

"We used to think that this kid was Elder Saihua in the background, but now that we look at it, it's not like that at all!

"Yes, even the kindness of Elder Taishang dares to be disobedient, and it is too crazy, just let Senior Brother Lu teach him a lesson and let him have a longer memory!"

"Although no one can be killed in a fight, isn't it a piece of cake to let him get injured?"

The onlookers and elders were not optimistic about Mu Zifeng, because the cultivation was there, and he was not at the same level as that Senior Brother Lu at all!

"You boy, cow!"

The ninth-order Great Demon King disciple in front of him heard the voiceover from Mu Zifeng's words, that is, this kid is not Sai Hua's henchman at all, since this is the case, what is there to hesitate about, if even an eighth-order Great Demon Master mid-stage ant can't be crushed to death, it is better to find a piece of tofu and die head-on!

"Come on, I'll see how you kid let this king go down!"