The Yanwu Hall erected a ranking list, and the names of the six hundred people were written on the bamboo row and hung on the list in turn.

On the first day, there was nothing to be seen in the rankings, and more than 200 people won all of them, and they got two points to the top of the rankings. Nearly 300 people won one and lost one, got a point, and came in at the back. The disciples who have fought two battles can only be ranked behind.

Wei Wuji won all of them on the first day and was also among them. Everyone looked at the ranking list together, talked and laughed, and left.

The next day, the competition continued.

Wei Wuji's opponent is a man in his thirties, estimated to have entered the sect at the age of eighteen or nine, and has become an official disciple of the sect, and he has not yet been fifteen years old, and he can also participate in the competition.

"In Xia Zhang Jun, there are four Chinese New Year's Eve today...... Hehe, this is the last time I will participate in the competition of the three lists of the sect, and I finally made it to the list, can the junior brother spare me and fulfill the wish of my uncle and brother?" Zhang Jun said with a smile.

"Damn Zhang Jun, you were on the list of people in the last session, you were on the list of people both times, what are you pretending to be! Do you deliberately act to ask for sympathy and pity? Senior Brother Wei, ignore him, kick him down for me. Gan Wuya shouted loudly below, his tone angry.

Zhang Jun was stunned when he heard this, and waved his hand to Gan Wuya in the audience with a smile.

"Gan Wuya is my friend, it seems that you have won a lot of him...... Spirit Stone. Wei Wuji asked with a smile.

"There weren't many, there were wins and losses, and in general, a little bit of an advantage. Zhang Jun said with a smile.

Wei Wuji smiled, looking at Gan Wuya's appearance, he was afraid that he not only lost a little bit, but suffered a lot of losses. On the gambling table, how can there always be a winner? Even if Gan Wuya is amazingly talented, there are times when he misses and loses.

The adjudicator walked up, and without saying much, waved his hand and ordered, and the competition began.

Zhang Jun had an extra spear in his hand, which was as flexible as a rattan, which could be bent without breaking, and in an instant, countless spear heads shrouded the ring, emitting a strange whistling sound, and attacked Wei Wuji.

A strange aura spread in all directions, and there was a faint smell of fish. Countless spear heads evolved in an instant, like countless long snakes, pounced on Wei Wuji.

"This artistic conception is a bit peculiar, this Zhang Jun is probably proficient in the art of beast serving, to be precise, it should be the art of snake control. It was the first time Wei Wuji saw such an artistic conception, and his figure flashed to the side.

"The junior brother wants to dodge, but I'm afraid it's not that easy. The momentum of the gun in Zhang Jun's hand changed, and the momentum condensed into the phantom of a long snake, and pounced on Wei Wuji.

Wei Wuji's figure flashed, and the Flowing Cloud Thousand Illusion Technique instantly transformed into four human forms!

Whirring, the four figures moved and moved, divided into three different directions, and rushed towards Zhang Jun.

Zhang Jun's face turned pale, and he hurriedly retreated, put on a defensive posture, and looked at the four human figures.

"I'm sorry my friend told me to kick you down. "What speed Wei Wuji's body is, the body instantly bullied Zhang Jun's side and kicked over.

At this time, Zhang Jun's body changed, and his body twisted like a snake's body, avoiding Wei Wuji's attack. He waved his hands out, and the joints of his elbows twisted from an abnormal angle, like two long snakes, and attacked Wei Wuji.

"This kind of technique can be regarded as peculiar, no wonder at the gambling table, Gan Wuya will lose to him. Wei Wuji's figure flashed, and he took a step back in an instant, sweeping over with one foot.

If it was a cultivator of comparable strength, under an attack like Zhang Jun, he could only retreat to protect himself. But Wei Wuji's strength is too much higher than the other party, so he doesn't need to think about these at all.

Bang! Zhang Jun's body flew out and fell off the stage.

"Haha, Zhang Jun, you also have today, hehe......" Gan Wuya laughed heartily.

Other spectators, seeing Zhang Jun's embarrassed appearance, also let out a burst of laughter.

Zhang Jun stood up, feeling fine, knowing that Wei Wuji's subordinates were merciful, he clenched his fists and didn't speak, and walked away in a gloomy manner.

"Wei Wuji wins!" the adjudicator announced loudly.

Wei Wuji smiled and bowed his hand to the audience, turned around and left the ring.

Tang Shaoqiu came to the stage and met a sect disciple named Zhong Yong, and when the other party saw Tang Shaoqiu, his face showed murderous intent.

"It's not that enemies don't get together, Tang Shaoqiu, this is really a good opportunity. Zhong Yong said.

"I think so too, it's just the right time to decide the winner. Tang Shaoqiu said.

"Let me take a look at you, you haven't been lazy in cultivation in recent years. Zhong Yong pulled out his long knife and pointed at the other party.

Tang Shaoqiu drew his sword, pulled a sword flower, and posed in a sword move.

The adjudicator gave the order to start, Zhong Yong shouted violently, the long knife broke through the air and slashed, and a piece of sword swept towards Tang Shaoqiu.

"It seems that Brother Tang is not an opponent, I'm afraid he will suffer. Wei Wuji watched the two fight and said to everyone.

"Shaoqiu has a grudge against this Zhong Yong, and this is in trouble......" Gan Wuya's brows furrowed.

As the two were talking, Tang Shaoqiu lost and was stabbed in the chest by the other party, if it wasn't for the adjudicator who stepped forward to stop him, Tang Shaoqiu would have died on the spot.

"It's your dog's luck this time, otherwise you'll die in the ring!" Zhong Yong shouted loudly without hesitation.

Competing in the ring, slashing is allowed, but there are still very few people like Zhong Yong who openly shout. After all, they are all from the same sect, although they are still ruthless in their plots behind their backs, but they openly shout and kill mercilessly, but it is a bit too much.

Tang Shaoqiu fell in the ring and was carried down by the rescued disciples.

Everyone surrounded them together, although Tang Shaoqiu was hit hard, his life was worry-free, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"Brother Tang rest assured, if I meet this Zhong Yong, I will definitely help you return this knife. Wei Wuji said.

"Thank you, thank you, Brother Wei......" Tang Shaoqiu smiled, closed his eyes, and gasped.

The competition for the three lists, Tang Shaoqiu stopped here. Wei Wuji's competition continued, and this time his opponent was Shi Xiaorong.

I remember that a few years ago, Wei Wuji had just been promoted to the Qi Refining Realm, and came to the Yanwu Hall to change his identity jade card, and when he met Shi Xiaorong, he faced off in the ring. Shi Xiaorong's lazy appearance and the strange artistic conception he displayed made Wei Wuji remember deeply and was greatly shocked.

Now, Wei Wuji finally stood in the ring and faced the other party head-on.

"This junior brother, Xiaorong in the next time, will be fortunate to meet. Shi Xiaorong clenched his fists and said with a smile.

"In the lower guard, there is no mowgli, and the concession is made. Wei Wuji returned the salute.

The adjudicator announces the start of the contest and retreats into the distance.

Shi Xiaorong stood on the stage, still lazy, as if he was not competing, but standing on a high platform to watch the excitement. A strange breath, like the drizzle of a spring night, sneaks into the night with the wind and strikes people.

This is an ethereal meaning, Shi Xiaorong suddenly became distant in the eyes of everyone. People stand in the ring, but they seem to be standing in a distant place like the end of the world.

So close, so far, such an artistic conception, indescribable, so weird that it makes people feel frightened.