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In the midst of all the attention, the middle-aged deacon once again stepped onto the high stage and read out the grouping of the challenge. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"The first group, nine people, seeded player Gao Fei, the rest are Lin Yang, Zhao Dongyang ......"

The crowd erupted, followed by loud applause.

In the sect, Gao Fei can be said to be a famous person, a personal disciple of the internal affairs elder Mu Yuan, and at a young age, he ranked seventy-ninth in the Hundred People Hall full of masters. The cultivation is outstanding, and the person is also dignified and graceful, known as the jade-faced flying knife, and the flying knife in one hand is overwhelming.

Gao Fei is powerful, and the others in the same group as him are not unknown, especially Lin Yang and Zhao Dongyang, who have also been famous for a long time and have always been popular candidates who are expected to squeeze into the Bairentang. This group can be described as a gathering of masters, and it will inevitably usher in a dragon fight!

People applauded vigorously, and the atmosphere was enthusiastic.

"Disciple Gao Fei, I've seen all the elders!"

In the warm applause, Gao Fei stepped forward and stepped on the shoulders of the sect disciples and flew forward. Finally, the body jumped high on tiptoe, slid in the air for more than ten meters with a graceful arc, and landed firmly on the high platform. The gaseous state is calm, the breath of flying over 100 meters is as usual, and the powerful cultivation is fully displayed. Between the fingers, you can see a tumbling knife from time to time, and it is a thin and sharp flying knife.

"Okay, a master is really a master!"

"As soon as the fatal flying knife comes out, who will fight, good!"

People applauded loudly, and Lin Tian, who was standing in the crowd, squinted his eyes slightly and counted silently.

"One handle, two handles...... , between the fingers, there are a full eighteen flying knives?"

"Awesome! This guy, his cultivation has gone one step further than when he was in the Demon Refining Field, and he has completely demonstrated his strength, or has he just broken through the bottleneck in the past few days?"

Lin Tian's pupils constricted, and an invisible pressure rushed to his face.

The cultivation world is a big river, and cultivators are like fish floating in the river, and if they don't advance, they will retreat, and even if they move forward, they may fall behind other fish if they don't swim fast enough. During this time, he had gained a lot of cultivation in the Demon Refining Field, and at the same time, others were also improving, and it was even possible that they had made greater progress!

Lin Tian put away his contempt, did not dare to be careless, confident and cautious.

"Disciple Lin Yang, see Elder!"

"Disciple Zhao Dongyang, I've seen all the elders!"

......

The eight masters of the sect followed and swept up to the high platform, standing in a line behind Gao Fei one by one. They are tall and burly, with long knives hanging from their waists, and they are full of murderous spirit.

"Okay, all of them look good. Unremitting hard work, the courage to challenge oneself and the limit, this is the backbone and true character of my Qiankun Sword Sect;

Elder Dugu Ye glanced at Gao Fei and the other nine people, and nodded. Hearing him say this, the nine people held their heads high, eager to start the competition immediately.

Under the high stage, applause rang out, and the people watching the game applauded one after another.

The first group is so fiercely competitive, but what about the second group?

Everyone is excited and waiting to see.

"The second group, seven people, the seeded player Shangguan Tu, the rest are Liu Ye, Zhao Kai ......"

The middle-aged deacon stepped forward and read the list of the second group.

"Hahaha, I'm here!"

Before the middle-aged deacon could finish speaking, a hearty laugh sounded in people's ears, and a big man with a height of nearly two meters rushed out of the crowd, and like Gao Fei, stepped on the shoulders of rows of sect disciples and swept forward. It's just that Gao Fei's body is light, just stepping on people's shoulders like a dragonfly to borrow strength, but Shangguan Tu's steps are heavy, as heavy as a war elephant, and when he steps on it, the disciples of the sect staggered one after another.

"Ouch, who's stepping on me?"

"Damn, it's Shangguan Tu this beast!"

The rows of sect disciples who were close to the high platform suddenly formed a chaotic formation and scolded constantly, but Shangguan Tu didn't stop disappreciating, and rushed to the high platform with a laugh. The moment his feet hit the ground, there was a thud and the entire platform shook.

This guy is so savage!

Looking at Shangguan Tu, the beloved disciple who rushed up boldly, Dugu Ye shook his head with a wry smile, and the punishment elder Ye Bingfeng and the others also smiled, but Gao Fei's face sank. glanced at Shangguan Tu and snorted from his nostrils. At the same time, Lin Tian, who was standing in the crowd, was in front of him.

I haven't seen him for many days, and it seems that Shangguan Tu's cultivation seems to be superb, and I don't know if he has broken through the bottleneck or has some adventure in going down the mountain this time.

On the day of the big competition, everyone has been sharpening for a long time, and there is no more hiding, good, good!

Everyone does their best, and such a big competition has real value!

Lin Tian gradually became excited, and his fighting spirit was high.

"The third group, eight people, are Yang Yuanhong, Helian Budu ......"

The middle-aged deacon continued to read out the names of the groups, and his voice was loud and loud, spreading throughout the square. Under the high stage, there was a wave of applause.

According to statistics, a total of more than 700 people passed the primary election this time, and according to the rules of the big competition, they will be randomly selected and team up to challenge a 100-person disciple. How many people are in each group, which people will be grouped together, and which one of the hundreds of disciples will be encountered, these are all unknown random drawings, which is the charm of the big competition, giving ordinary disciples the hope of successfully entering the final stage of the challenge. Otherwise, as soon as the war starts, he will meet the top master among the disciples of the Hundred Sect, who else will stand out?

Every time the middle-aged deacon called a person's name, the latter flew out and stood in line on the high platform to meet the applause of the people. The appearance of each of the disciples of the Hundred People Hall was even more eye-catching, and Gao Fei, Shangguan Tu, Ouyang Luolei and others walked onto the high platform one by one. When encountering a few disciples of the Hundred People Hall who are still in retreat or going out to practice and cannot come back, the group will be changed to catch and fight.

The coming to the stage of one by one sect masters gradually pushed the atmosphere to the top, the applause was deafening, there were more and more onlookers, and some old guys who had been in retreat for many years also heard the news. On the edge of the square, several white-clothed women came in a curl, Ye Jiaomei and Feng Feixue and other disciples of the Falling Divine Palace finally arrived and watched from a distance on the edge of the square.

"The ninety-ninth group, eight people, the seeded players are Murong Hua, and the rest are He Tianwang and Ma Cheng......"

As soon as the middle-aged deacon spoke, the bustling Chuangong Square quieted down, and then boiled violently, with thunderous applause.

On the high platform, when he heard the words 'Murong Hua', Gao Fei's face, which had always been arrogant, changed, and his face was moved by the bold nature of Shangguan Tu.

Among the younger generation of disciples of the Qiankun Sword Sect, Murong Hua can be described as a high-ranking and transcendent figure, a personal disciple of the Great Elder Hong Yuanxi, and ranked third in the Hundred People Hall. Like the top masters of the Hundred Talents Hall, he has not appeared for many years to concentrate on cultivation, and rarely participates in the contest between the disciples of the sect. This time he suddenly appeared to participate in the big competition, who is his opponent?

People talked about it and looked around, but unfortunately, they didn't see Murong Hua's figure. Maybe he was still on his way, maybe he was standing in the crowd and asked the elders for instructions in advance, and he didn't stand up until the time of the battle.

"The last group, seven people, are Jing Long, Lu Zichuan, Yue Qingshan, Hong Tiansheng, Wei Guojun, Ding Hong, and ......"

The middle-aged deacon paused, read it out to the last group, and glanced at the bustling crowd in the audience.

Under the high stage, people were sensational and discussed.

The six names read out by the middle-aged deacon, each of them was like thunder, needless to say Lu Zichuan, who was once a disciple of the Hundred People Hall, Jing Long, Yue Qingshan and others, all of whom were outstanding masters among the younger generation. Each of them has the strength to win the 100-person hall. Compared with the group of Gao Fei, Shangguan Tu and others, the competition in this group will be more intense, and it is definitely an out-and-out group of death.

"Quiet, quiet!"

"Shut up, listen to the deacon, be quiet!"

After the sensation, someone quickly came back to his senses and shouted loudly to silence the people around him.

There are only seven people in this last group, and the names of the first six people have already been pronounced, what about the last one, who will it be? Is it a disciple of the Hundred People Hall, or a sect master with the same name as Jing Long and the others?

People shut up and waited excitedly.

Jing Long, Lu Zichuan, Yue Qingshan and others, who had already read their names, flew up to the high platform one after another, and they were also excited. The scale of this great competition was grand, and many of the disciples of the Hundred People Hall who had gone out to practice rushed back from the bottom of the mountain to participate in the battle, but not all the disciples of the Hundred People Hall participated in the battle. In the first ninety-nine groups, thirteen groups did not have a Bairentang disciple, and according to the rules of the big competition, it will be changed from a challenge to a fight to determine one person to enter the final stage of the final stage. This last group, the masters are on equal footing, if there are no hundred people hall disciples to suppress the formation, it will be the most competitive and suspenseful death group!

"Hurry up, last name, pronounce it!"

Jing Long clenched his fists, and couldn't wait to start the war immediately. I longed for the last person to be an ordinary disciple, so that his hopes of standing out and entering the finals would be greatly increased!

"The last person in the last group, is...... , Lin ......, a disciple of the Hundred People Hall ...... days"

The middle-aged deacon dragged out his voice and read the name of the last person, and before the words fell, the square was full of people.

The most competitive death group encountered Lin Tian, who was ranked last among the disciples of the Hundred People Hall and had the weakest cultivation, how hot and tragic would the competition be?

There was a lot of talk about it, and it boiled all at once.

"Lin Tian, Lin Tian ......"

After waiting for a while, Lin Tian's figure was gone, and the middle-aged deacon frowned.

According to the unwritten rules, if a disciple of the Hundred People Hall is not ready to participate in the war, he needs to tell the sect in advance to prepare. After ordinary people read the name, they immediately stepped forward, especially the disciples of the Hundred People Hall, who attracted people's attention one by one. He had recited Lin Tian's name several times in a row, and he hadn't seen anyone yet, was there something wrong with the Demon Refining Ground, or did he dare not play when he saw that he was assigned to a death group?

Many people muttered secretly in their hearts, and the middle-aged deacon's face sank, no matter what the hell was going on, this was not a good thing. Just as he was about to turn around and ask Elder Dugu Ye for instructions on how to deal with it, he suddenly saw an inconspicuous figure walking out of the crowd and walking up to the high platform step by step.

"Who?"

The middle-aged deacon instinctively snorted, then reacted, and looked up and down at the visitor suspiciously, he couldn't sense any strong power fluctuations on the latter's body, and it looked like he was just an ordinary outer disciple, and asked, "You...... , is it Lin Tian?"

"Exactly, disciple Lin Tian, I have seen all the elders. ”

Lin Tian took off the wide flowing cloud hat on his head and bowed to several sect giants. The wind and dust are served, the battle robe on his body has been tattered, his expression is a little tired, the power fluctuations in his body are very average, and his cultivation looks mediocre, but his eyes are clear, bright, and bright. It's these eyes that make people's eyes shine.

"Hey, it's him, Mei Niang, it's that nerd, no, it's that rascal!"

Feng Feixue, who was standing at the edge of the square, screamed and recognized Lin Tian's figure.

"Tut-tut, an elite disciple of the Hundred People Hall of the Dignified Qiankun Sword Sect, I knew that this young man was not simple, but I really didn't expect that he turned out to be a disciple of the Hundred People Hall, no wonder he had such skills and was so calm and calm in front of the Flying Qilin, Lin Tian, Lin ...... Tian ......" Ye Jiao muttered, engraved Lin Tian's name and appearance in her mind, Feng Feixue was taken aback, and she was the same. Unexpectedly, as soon as he arrived at the Qiankun Sword Sect, he met the young genius mentioned by Hua Feihua, "Assigned to a death group, good, good, now there will be a good look! Let me see if Lin Tian is really as amazing as Hua Feihua said!"

"Hmph, just look at how he dies as a stinky rascal!"

Feng Feixue snorted in her nostrils, staring at Lin Tian fiercely from afar, recalling the words Lin Tian said and the evil smile, she always felt that her whole body was touched by him in a trance.