After all the new disciples who participated in the competition received the number plates, only a short time later, their names and numbers appeared on a large jade bib in front of the ring, which was two zhang long and one zhang high. The jade bi is fixed on a shelf about a foot high.

There is also a table under this big jade, and behind the table sit two senior brothers from the previous period, and there are also two horns on the table, and the number plates in the two horns add up to a total of eighty-five.

The disciples who drew the first eighty-five numbers stepped forward in turn and drew a number plate from the trumpet.

And the numbers in these two trumpets range from eighty-six to one hundred and seventy.

The number on the winning card is the number of the disciple he is about to play against, and if he wins one hundred and seventy, then he will directly enter the winner's group of the first round.

The disciples who counted the numbers from one to eighty-five were nervous and playfully drew the numbers again. After drawing out the number plate, he handed it directly to the two senior brothers on duty behind the table.

Among the rest of the disciples, many were waiting anxiously.

Although most of the disciples were nervous, they were not slow.

After the draw, there was a flash of light on the jade bi, and after that, the first round of the match table appeared on the jade bi, which also showed the number of the battle ring and the number of matches in this ring.

Everything is clear and easy to understand, so the order of the martial arts training field is in order.

Chen De was drawn by a disciple holding the number sixty-four.

After the disciple saw who the ninety-ninth was, he sighed secretly: Luck is really back, and he actually drew a "martial madness".

What is shown on the jade bi is: Chen Dejiang and No. 64 will compete in the No. 4 ring, which is the sixth game of the first round of the No. 4 ring.

In each ring, there is naturally a judge, who is the patriarch or elder of the Heavenly Scar Palace.

And the martial arts teaching of the new disciples is the general judge.

Basically, though, the judgment of the elders or elders is the final verdict.

The fourth game before Chen De's competition was a more eye-catching match. It is a competition of Jiang Hanyan, who has been optimistic about him before the competition.

When the judge of the fourth ring, a tall and thin patriarch called Jiang Hanyan's name in a loud voice, suddenly, the disciples who were originally watching the battle around the other rings, whether they were senior brothers in previous issues or new disciples, many people rushed to the fourth ring with a cheer.

Jiang Hanyan is not only strong, but also known as a cold beauty.

Medium height with fine white skin. She always likes to keep her hair up. There was always a cold expression on his face. Usually, it is rare to see her smiling face.

There was a new disciple who was fond of making a bet on her smile.

Once, the disciples ate in the dining hall. Two naughty disciples made a bet if they could make her laugh.

One said it would make her laugh, but the other was sure that she wouldn't laugh.

The one who bet could make her laugh, and after whispering to one of them for a while, the two of them left their seats.

After a while, both of them met in front of Jiang Hanyan's dining table with a soup bowl, and it seemed that they were careless, and when the two collided, they both fell.

Both soup bowls were poured on top of one person.

Immediately, everyone around burst into laughter, but Jiang Hanyan just glanced at it, and then ate her food as if nothing happened.

Regarding this failed performance, a disciple who likes psychological analysis said: This is because Jiang Hanyan, who is smart enough to ice and snow, has seen through their little tricks, so she doesn't laugh. I don't know if it's true or not.

The sudden rush of crowds immediately surrounded Ring 4.

The cold Jiang Hanyan's face was not shocked.

Her opponent, a male disciple who wielded a gun, had chestnut hair, half a head taller than Jiang Hanyan, a high nose bridge and deep eye sockets, and a good appearance.

The young man suddenly saw so many people watching the battle, and there was a trace of panic on his face.

As soon as Chen De looked at the expressions of the people around him, he knew that most of them were supporters of Jiang Hanyan. In the competition, this chestnut-haired young man was afraid that few people cheered him on, and his momentum was much weaker.

As the patriarch of the judgment, he waved his hand down and shouted, "Start".

The chestnut-haired disciple had already put aside the thought of cherishing the fragrance and pity the jade at this time.

As soon as both hands were sent, the shiny spear head pierced Jiang Hanyan's chest.

Jiang Hanyan turned around lightly, and with a swing of his sword, he swept away the maroon-haired disciple's gun.

Not long after the two sides fought, Chen De began to guess the cultivation realm of the two sides. In Chen De's eyes, the chestnut-haired disciples were about the seventh or eighth floor, while Jiang Hanyan was estimated to be higher.

However, in the Pulse Cultivation Realm, the high cultivation realm does not mean that the combat power is high.

In particular, there is a difference between men and women, men are naturally stronger than women, and at the current level, the strong ones occupy an advantageous position.

Jiang Hanyan's Fengyun Twelve Styles have their own characteristics.

In Chen De's view, Zuo Lengqiu's sword is concise and characteristic of his swordsmanship.

And Jiang Hanyan's sword, sometimes soft and sometimes sharp, changes extremely quickly, and can freely switch between the two sword postures.

That is, the sword in her hand can change the rhythm freely.

The strength of the chestnut-haired disciple is actually not weak, the gun in his hand is dancing vigorously, and the gun is not far from Jiang Hanyan's body.

After looking at it for a while, Chen De vaguely saw some doorways.

Jiang Hanyan's fierceness came from the coordination and sudden outburst of her whole body strength.

And her seemingly gentle moves are actually fast, because the girl is naturally dexterous and delicate, her range of movements is small, the connection is smooth, and the visual feeling is soft, but it is actually extremely fast.

Chen De looked at it thoughtfully.

Suddenly, Chen De was awakened by a burst of cheers.

It turned out that Jiang Hanyan exerted her Fengyun Twelve-style fierceness, and when the opponent's marksmanship stagnated, revealing a flaw, she stabbed the opponent's shoulder with a lightning blow.

But the chestnut-haired disciple was also very tough, and although he was injured, he still gritted his teeth and insisted on competing.

While the surrounding disciples were cheering for Jiang Hanyan, some people actually began to persuade the disciples of Li Fa to admit defeat. It's really taking every opportunity to be courteous to the beauty.

There were several friends of the chestnut-haired disciples who were watching the battle here, and they couldn't help but shout loudly to shut up these disciples.

For a while, the No. 4 ring became the most noisy and lively place in the martial arts training field.

The sound was so loud that the other spectators in the ring turned their attention to it.

The judging veteran of the No. 4 ring couldn't help frowning and shouted: "Quiet!"

His voice was not loud, but every disciple around the No. 4 ring seemed to hear the sound ringing in their ears, and they all shut up in unison, and suddenly the No. 4 ring fell silent.

The dense clashing of weapons in the ring once again attracted the attention of the spectators.

Jiang Hanyan only saw a slight sweat on his forehead, while the chestnut-haired disciple was already sweating profusely, and his left shoulder was covered in blood, looking quite embarrassed.

The strength of the two has been decided.

However, although the strength of the Lifa disciples is not outstanding, they are tenacious and unyielding, and they refuse to admit defeat.

After the weapons intersected again, Jiang Hanyan seized the opportunity and gave full play to the characteristics of her swordsmanship, which was gentle but fast, and quickly bullied the Lifa disciple.

The sword that seemed to be soft and fast was forced to break through in the middle after intersecting with the body of the spear several times in a row.

Jiang Hanyan's swift eagle style with a gentle taste, the only one of the twelve styles of wind and clouds that combines the sword and legs.

The chestnut-haired disciple who was kicked in the thigh stumbled and fell to the ring.

Judging from the force of the kick on the leg, the Lifa disciple knew that Jiang Hanyan had shown mercy at his feet. He happily threw in the towel.

As soon as the Lifa disciples admitted defeat, without waiting for the judges to announce the name of the winner, many disciples in the audience cheered loudly.

Jiang Hanyan's expression remained unchanged, and the competition made her face slightly red, making her cold look with a different kind of charm.

made many disciples stunned.

Chen De couldn't help but praise: What a cold beauty.

Jiang Hanyan was indifferent to the support of so many teenagers, she didn't look at anyone in the ring, and after turning around and walking out of the ring, she floated away alone.

Only leave everyone with a graceful, lonely back.

In the next competition, the strength of the two disciples was not very outstanding.

Chen De watched them for a while, knowing that their martial arts had nothing to learn from him, and he lost interest, so he retreated to a distance from the ring, and then meditated cross-legged and waited for his competition to begin.

Chen De, who was meditating calmly in the hustle and bustle, suddenly heard his name shouted on the stage, so he opened his eyes and walked to the ring step by step.

Chen De's opponent, the disciple who drew the number 64, and his name was Gao Mingfei, his appearance was different, I saw him running a few steps, and then using the family inheritance of light skills, to raise his spirit, he actually jumped to the stage lightly.

And Chen Degang walked halfway up the steps, and Gao Mingfei's appearance won applause from the audience.

As soon as he came to the stage, he saluted the judgment of the round-faced and white-bearded man and reported his name: "Disciple No. 64 Gao Mingfei has seen his predecessors." ”

Gao Mingfei knew that Chen De was strong, but he thought that his strength was not weak, and he didn't want to lose his first competition and fall into the loser's bracket.

Adopting such an appearance method, although it takes some effort, can press Chen De first in terms of momentum.

After Chen De stood still on the stage, he glanced at the audience and saw many powerful disciples who could enter the top eight standing below.

There are Mei Yifang, Ruan Xing, MacDonald, Qian Lizhong, Qiu He, Sun Wenshan and others, obviously, among the eleven people, there is no competition, and most of them choose to understand the details of Chen De.

Chen De immediately saluted the judge, and also said: "Disciple No. 99 Chen De, I have seen my predecessors. ”

Gao Mingfei is tall, relatively thin, and uses a sword as a weapon.

The reason why Chen De walked up was because he didn't know what kind of weapons his opponent used at first, so he took three weapons with him and had to walk to the stage.

His appearance is also extremely rare in the ring.

Fortunately, there was a weapon rack on the side of the ring, and Chen De put the two magic soldiers away and held the gun in his hand.

Chen De's difference made the eyes of the patriarch who served as the judge couldn't help but narrow.

Chen De chose a gun because he took into account the opponent's height and arm length, if he used a knife or sword, he would suffer a loss in terms of attack distance, and sometimes he had entered the opponent's attack range, but his weapon could not reach the opponent.

As soon as he stepped into the ring to face his opponent, Chen De deliberately distanced himself.

"Let's go!"

As soon as the patriarch's voice sounded, Chen De shook a spear flower and stabbed at Gao Mingfei.

Gao Mingfei's mouth just opened, as if he wanted to say something.

The tip of the spear flashing with cold light in front of him made him have to shut up.

Chen De, who seized the opportunity, steadily suppressed Gao Mingfei.