Li Xuanke's admission of defeat brought her not only the anger of her master Zhao Mengxin and the incomprehension of the sect master, but also the chilling heart of the sect disciples.

From the place where she had gradually become the senior sister of the sect, she fell down heavily, and the disciples did not like her as before.

They were all full of questions and anger, but they could only sit there and watch Li Xuanke not know how to explode.

Thinking of the source of all these problems, it is that little Hanako!

Those disciples couldn't hold back any longer, and all the grievances and depressions of these days broke out.

"You have no cultivation, it's okay to embarrass the sect by being opportunistic, why don't you just admit defeat and let your senior sister advance!"

"Isn't it so important that these don't mean anything to you in the slightest, and they will only discredit the reputation of the sect?"

"Do you want to ruin the reputation of our sect that has been painstakingly operated over the years?"

"Just because of you, we are ridiculed and looked down upon everywhere we go, just because you are a person who won the first level by cheating!"

"I advise you to take the initiative to withdraw from the competition, and then quit the sect, we are really fed up with the eyes of those people!"

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Li Xuanke heard the disciples scolding me word by word, and was about to defend Zimo, but Zimo raised his hand to stop her.

"Do you see me that way?"

Zimo didn't look at those disciples, his eyes swept over his master Ji Zhengtian, senior sister Bai Qingqian, senior brother Jiang Dongxu and a few thin monkeys.

Several people did not speak, but replied with practical actions, Ji Zhengtian smiled, and there was only distress in his eyes, and there was no change in the slightest.

Bai Qingqian still didn't say much, but when she heard her junior brother being scolded, she couldn't scold, so she could only comfort her junior brother with her eyes.

The skinny monkey grinned, unconcerned.

Jiang Dongxu's expression was complicated, as if he was struggling, but he soon stopped struggling and patted Zimo's shoulder as a sign of encouragement.

Some people will never understand something, because they are not your friends, they don't want to approach you, they just hear a little bit of information from their own friends, they think they know you very well, your reputation is shocking, they are envious and jealous, you fall to the bottom, they fall into the well.

Zimo didn't hate them, and he didn't blame them, because they weren't people of the same world in the first place.

None of them are wrong, it's just that they didn't let them know who they are.

Today's competition doesn't look at the number of games, but many battles are exciting.

If it weren't for seeing now, who would have thought that the defense of the Mountain Sect would be so strong, the attack of the Soul Spirit Sect would be so strange and unpredictable, and the monks of the Corpse Sect would be so ruthless, and the disciple of the White Cloud Sect called Zimo would actually be able to advance to the top thirty-six.

The top 36 have been released, seven people from Yue State, nine people from Rui State, ten people from Ghost Country, and ten people from Xuan State.

The most dazzling thing is that the monk who relied on good luck and admitted defeat all the way to the promotion was also among them.

In the blink of an eye, another day passed.

"I don't know what you think, but I haven't seen you afraid."

Ji Zhengtian looked at the disciple in front of him and said lightly.

"Since you want to go up, then go ahead, this is the path you have chosen, and the teacher will not stop you, but don't forget that the teacher is here waiting for you to come back!"

After Ji Zhengtian finished speaking, he turned his back and no longer looked at Zimo.

Zimo looked at Ji Zhengtian's back and felt that the master's figure was a little rickety at the moment, and he was a lot older.

The opponents of the top thirty-six have been separated, and Zimo is facing a disciple of the Corpse Sect, named Corpse Hui, the peak cultivation of the late Dao Ji.

"Zimo against the corpse emblem! Dueling table No. 3! ”

For a moment, everyone looked at the No. 3 dueling platform, this disciple of good luck was finally coming to an end today, and his good luck would not be able to continue.

The people of the Corpse Sect showed a bloodthirsty look on their faces one by one, and the corpse Heyu laughed wildly, "Senior brother, wait a minute, don't leave your hand, just kill him!" I'm going to let him die the most painful death! ”

"Hehe, don't worry, senior brother!"

The corpse emblem smiled and licked his dry lips, his eyes full of madness.

Where the Baiyun Sect was located, all of them looked ugly, especially the few people who were good friends with Zimo.

Ren Jing also looked ugly, it was not good to meet anyone, and when he met someone from the Corpse Sect, he spoke loudly, "Master Zimo, give up, it's better than dead, and it's better to live than anything." ”

Jiang Dongxu and the thin monkey also persuaded one by one, "Senior brother, don't be ashamed if you don't go up, don't be reckless." ”

Bai Qing's eyes were full of tears, he bit his lip tightly and didn't know how to dissuade him, his eyes were full of worry.

The figure that Zimo had already walked out paused suddenly, he turned his head and smiled toothily.

He hugged his fists towards several elders of the White Cloud Sect and his senior brother, "I must go, if I don't go, how can my Dao go on!" Thank you for your care over the years, so that I will not be starved to death, from today on, I will never let you be afraid of me, this trip may be extremely difficult, I am not afraid, I have always regarded the White Cloud Sect as my home, no one can destroy him! ”

After speaking, Zimo glanced at Song Guanzhi, looked up to the sky and smiled, and walked onto the No. 3 dueling platform.

"This is the lucky boy? It doesn't look as cowardly as everyone says! ”

A monk in the early stage of contemplation in the Mountain Sect spoke, originally everyone thought that Zimo would not go up, but he dared to go up knowing that he had not cultivated, and with this courage, it was not comparable to ordinary people.

Xue Ningchen looked at Zimo and frowned slightly, why did this person feel more and more familiar to him, where had he seen him?

All eyes were on this dueling platform, and they wanted to see how this mortal boy named Zimo survived this hurdle, or how he died in agony.

"Boy, are you going to die? My senior brother said, I must give you the most painful way to die! ”

The corpse emblem drew a bone sword covered in thorns, and his face was full of disdain.

Zimo didn't pay attention to him, looked around, and Lang Lang said, "My name is Zimo, I am seventeen years old, thanks to the sect's refusal to give me a place to live, you can insult me, scold me and hate me, but you shouldn't beat my sect's idea, especially your corpse sect, kill my fellow sect, hurt my master, I must avenge this revenge, and the corpse emblem will be the first, followed by the second, the third, until your sect is extinct!" ”

After a moment of silence, the entire corpse sect looked at Zimo like a fool one by one, and then laughed.

The onlookers also shook their heads and smiled bitterly for a while, I don't know if this kid is stupid, and now he can still say such a thing, if he is a peerless master, saying this will only make people respectful, but he will only make people laugh.

Although everyone in the Baiyun Sect felt that what Zimo said was very relieving to them, but thinking of what would happen to him next, Jiang Aoyou sighed deeply and couldn't bear to look at it anymore.

As soon as Zimo's words fell, he looked at the corpse emblem, and he didn't see any movement, but then, the people in the audience, as if someone had imposed a fixation technique, remained motionless, and their eyes were full of disbelief.

The disciples of the White Cloud Sect were shocked one by one, Bai Qingqian covered his mouth and stared wide, his eyes were full of tears.

The elders of the Baiyun Sect and Jiang Youyou, who were still extremely calm, all stood up and trembled, they had encountered the most incredible thing in their lives.

The elders of the Rui Kingdom, the Xuan Kingdom, the Ghost Kingdom, and the Yue Kingdom also stood up one by one, with serious expressions.

Ji Zhengtian's old face and lips trembled, and he turned from shock to laughter, he had never been so happy as he was today, his little apprentice, there was a future.

Only Li Xuanke was the only one, his eyes were full of pride.

I saw Zimo with his hands in his sleeves, his figure slowly flew up, and walked towards the corpse emblem step by step, as if there were invisible steps under his feet, supporting him to walk forward, dressed in white like an immortal!

The corpse emblem saw Zimo like a ghost in the daytime, he wanted to open his mouth to admit defeat, but a black sword flew out of Zimo's body and cut it directly, leaving him no chance to admit defeat, because dead people, no need to speak!

When the people in the audience were still in shock, the corpse emblem was split from head to toe with a sword.

The killing sword flew back and forth like a flying fish around Zimo's body, he looked at the corpse sect, his eyes were full of murderous intent, everyone remembered what he said just now, but they couldn't laugh anymore.

It turns out that he is not a liar, but the first place in the real first level!

If you don't make a sound, you will be shocked by the world!

"Zi Mo Sheng!"

Zimo walked off the stage, and everyone stared at his figure without blinking, and no one watched the competition on the other three platforms.

"Let the master worry!"

Zimo walked up to Ji Zhengtian and said flatly.

"You are stronger than your senior brothers, not only for the teacher, everyone has looked away, not only are you not a useless person, but you are too much beyond them!"

Ji Zhengtian had tears in his eyes and opened his mouth tremblingly.

"Seventeen-year-old contemplation! This... This..."Ren Jing already sounded a little gibberish.

It's no wonder that he thinks so, it's everyone who thinks so, because it's impossible to fly in the sky during the Dao Ji period, it's common sense.

He really couldn't imagine how this son was judged by the sect master to be unable to cultivate, and how he had stepped into the contemplation stage at the age of seventeen, which was beyond his imagination.

The disciples of the White Cloud Sect all had complicated expressions, and they were even more ashamed, it turned out that he was the frog at the bottom of the well, and when he was still wandering in the Dao Foundation Period, he was already concentrating!

"It's you!"

In the distance, Xue Ningchen's mouth was slightly upturned and he muttered in a low voice.