On the third day, the third competition of the first round officially began.

The people in the first group came to the stage one after another to compete, and until noon, Fang Zixuan and Jiang Yue'er had not been drawn.

"It's been a long time, why hasn't it been my turn yet. Jiang Yue'er, who had recovered, said a little lazily.

"Me too, but there's still half a day in the afternoon, don't worry, it's always our turn. Fang Zixuan said.

In the afternoon, the two watched a few more competitions, but they still didn't draw Fang Zixuan and Jiang Yue'er.

It was almost unitary time, and the sun had already begun to sink in the west. The people around are a little happy, and naturally there are some sighs, the last competition is about to come to an end, and most of them already know whether they can advance, even if the small part has not yet had the last competition, there are also some who know the result in advance, such as those with two points and zero points.

However, as the sun gradually sank in the west, Fang Zixuan's heart suddenly had a bad premonition, he wouldn't be so unlucky.

As the red-clothed disciple shouted, "No. 15 vs. No. 43." ”

Fang Zixuan's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and he couldn't help but glance at Jiang Yue'er, but saw that Jiang Yue'er's face was also a little pale at this time, but it looked a little red under the reflection of the setting sun, and a few drops of fragrant sweat seemed to ooze out of his face, a pair of white and tender little hands were clenched tightly, and his delicate body trembled slightly in the gentle evening breeze.

Jiang Yue'er is not stupid, on the contrary, Jiang Yue'er is still quite smart, so she guessed what would happen next.

Fang Zixuan couldn't help but curse in his heart: ****. If he hadn't known the fairness of this competition, Fang Zixuan would have doubted that someone had deliberately targeted Jiang Yue'er.

Looking at Jiang Yue'er's delicate body trembling slightly in the sunset, Fang Zixuan's heart ached slightly, you must know that Jiang Yue'er is a person with a complete realm of martial arts, even when the Heavenly Volcano was besieged, I had never seen her have such a demeanor, but now, hey.

At this time, some people who paid attention to Jiang Yue'er also seemed to have discovered Jiang Yue'er's abnormal demeanor, and they all felt a little strange, with Jiang Yue'er's strength, what was she afraid of? When she met an opponent like Ding Jian, she had never shown such a demeanor, how could she be like this now.

But when their eyes swept over Fang Zixuan beside Jiang Yue'er, those people suddenly realized, and they couldn't help but scold in their hearts: ****.

The new disciples who survived after nearly five years of cultivation were not stupid people, and they instantly understood why Jiang Yue'er was like this, so they all looked at the red-clothed disciple on the sidelines with fierce eyes, and scolded in a low voice, not afraid of the identity of the red-clothed disciple is senior brother, anyway, the crime will not be punished, what are you afraid of, and I am not the only one scolding him.

The red-clothed disciple instantly felt that the air around him seemed to become cold and cold, and then he shivered involuntarily, so he subconsciously swept around, and didn't find anything wrong. What's going on, I, a person in the late stage of a military general, would actually shiver for no reason? It's too evil, isn't it? Well, why are some new disciples looking at me, and I'm not a beauty, look at what I'm doing? At this time, the red-clothed disciple found that there were actually many people staring at him under the No. 1 martial arts platform, and they were still whispering some curse words in their mouths.

With the end of the competition between the two people on the No. 1 martial arts platform, the red-clothed disciple shouted: "The forty-third wins this battle and accumulates two points." ”

The competition between the two people on the No. 2 competition platform next to them is not over yet, and it seems that it will take a little time to separate the winners and losers. So, the red-clothed disciple of the No. 1 competition platform took out the last two numbers in the box and shouted loudly: "Today's last battle, No. 2 vs. No. 20." ”

With a buzz, Jiang Yue'er's head was smashed by a heavy hammer, and then, a sense of dizziness and powerlessness instantly filled Jiang Yue'er's body.

What he was worried about finally happened, at this time, Jiang Yue'er's head was blank, and the surrounding sounds seemed to disappear in an instant, leaving only his own thumping heartbeat that was getting louder and louder, beating and beating, and his heart seemed to be slowly expanding, and then ready to burst.

Hearing the two numbers that this red-clothed disciple finally said, some of the disciples couldn't help but scold, not caring about being heard by others at all.

Another part of the disciples who didn't know why hurriedly asked what happened to those scolding disciples, and so, in the last battle, Jiang Yue'er's matter about Fang Zixuan spread among everyone under the No. 1 martial arts platform.

"Oh, that's a shame. ”

"That's right, I obviously have the strength before the top fifty-six, but I encountered such an unlucky thing, and I was depressed. ”

"Could it be that Jiang Yue'er offended some big person, so he was deliberately rectified. ”

"Hehe, I can't say for sure, but it's possible that she's really unlucky. ”

"In the first round of the competition, each person has three chances, which is to avoid some strong people from encountering stronger people at the beginning and being eliminated, if it is a knockout match directly, then maybe the top ten people in strength will be eliminated at the beginning, but I didn't expect Jiang Yueer to still not be able to avoid this situation. ”

For a moment, sighs and curses mingled, making the No. 1 competition platform look like a chaotic bazaar for ordinary people.

The red-clothed disciple then remembered who the owner of these two numbers was, because the performance of these two people in the previous two days was really eye-catching, so he also noticed that the relationship between the two seemed to be good, so he also instantly realized why those disciples in the audience just now were staring at him so fiercely and cursing him.

What does this have to do with me, I also draw it casually, do you think I want to do this on purpose? Although this red-clothed disciple is not afraid of the hostility of these new disciples, but he has carried the black pot for no reason, is there anything more wronged than this? I knew that I would have let the No. 2 competition platform draw the last two numbers, but when he saw that the competition of the No. 2 competition did not seem to end so quickly, he couldn't help but curse in his heart: ****.

But the matter has come to this point, and there is no way to do it, I have already drawn lots and spoke, so I have to bite the bullet.

However, seeing that Jiang Yue'er didn't seem to react, the red-clothed disciple opened his mouth, but finally didn't say anything urging. If he really said this, it was estimated that he would be scolded even worse, but he also knew that if Fang Zixuan didn't release the water, then Jiang Yue'er would definitely be eliminated, but with Jiang Yue'er's strength, it was obviously an extreme pity. You must know that many people who advanced to the second round of the competition are not as strong as Jiang Yue'er's, hey, this can only say that Jiang Yue'er's life is not good, he met Ding Jian and lost with one move, and then met someone stronger than Ding Jian. If it was the red-clothed disciple next to him who drew the two of them as opponents, he probably couldn't help but scold.