Sanyuan looked at the monster and looked Meng Jiu'er up and down: "Senior sister, what do you want?" How could the Ancestor come to see us people compete? ”

Sixi also swallowed his saliva: "Senior sister, are you unwell?" ”

Ah Jiu suddenly understood, okay, Zhang Zhenwu Zhang Zhenren is an unattainable existence inside the door.

At this moment, three thunder drums sounded.

"Senior sister, it's coming!" Sanyuan reminded.

In an instant, even some of the brothers and sisters who were playing on the field became serious and hurriedly returned to their seats.

With such a large venue and so many people, there was an instant silence, and the inviolable sense of coercion pressed on everyone's heads like a dark cloud.

Soon, a few people came out of the mountain gate.

A senior brother struck three times with a gong: "Please take a seat at the head of the door, and everyone will salute at the same door." ”

Knock –

Everyone stood up, including Ah Jiu's side, and everyone shouted in unison:

"Blessed ...... Boss"

Ah Jiu raised his eyes and looked at Gao Sitting, isn't that Zixiao Zhenren?

Then sat down on the high seat of several senior brothers of Zixiao Zhenren's peers, judging from Ah Jiu's observation, the three senior brothers were Wuyan and Extremely Poor, and the other senior brother was the head.

Ah Jiu didn't even hear the name of his master's drunken leisure, how unpopular he was.

The next step is to announce the list.

Uncle Wuya sat down with five people: out of the ranks! Knock knock knock...... The drum-like sound of war drums was deafening, and it also made people's hearts boil.

"Senior sister, all the disciples sitting down by Uncle Wuya are very good, no wonder five places have been given."

This is the gossip of the Four Joys.

Sanyuan said: "Sixi, don't talk, it'll be our turn later." ”

The stage was being introduced one by one, and Ah Jiu looked at a senior brother who claimed to be Zhang Liang who was sitting down with Uncle Wuya sitting down holding a plate in his hand, and he didn't know what it was for.

Ah Jiu poked at Yaoyao: "What kind of magic weapon is that?" ”

"Spin the wheel." Xiao Xiao whispered in Ah Jiu's ear: "This thing is actually very lethal, but it can give back the opponent's power, as long as you have the ability to control this roulette wheel, you can use it, it seems that your own cultivation is average." ”

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

The ones invited up below are the disciples of Uncle Poor Extreme, and the quota is also five.

In the end, the disciples of the master of the sect were invited, the first one was Shao Yan, and the second one was Zi Ling......

"Why hasn't it arrived at us yet, it stands to reason that our master must be a senior brother in the eyes of Uncle Poor, so he won't leave us out, right?"

Sixi was blinded.

Sanyuan also plans to take this opportunity to stop being aggrieved.

Who knows, the senior brother who struck the gong came directly to say that the auspicious time had arrived......

Sanyuan stood up and shouted, "What about us? Master Liquor Sits Down Brother ......"

Before he finished speaking, he was grabbed by Sixi and pressed down: "It's not that you don't know, our master has no status in the door, and it's not our fault if we don't compete, and we will tell the truth when the time comes." ”

Ah Jiu also felt that what he said made sense, and it was not that he was unwilling to compete, but he was removed.

Saying this, a low-key three-yuan heart sat down unwillingly, and there was an atmosphere of not wanting to look at it and just slapping his ass and leaving.

"In the first round, Wang Chun ...... Xie Shu"

"Wait!" The person sitting on the opposite side stood up suddenly, and Ah Jiu recognized it as Zi Ling at a glance.

She held the Tianshu Sword in her hand, strode through the competition arena under the envious eyes of all the senior brothers, and arched her hand on the high platform:

"Master, there is something unknown about the disciple Zi Ling, why is there no disciple of Uncle Jiuxian to participate?"

As she spoke, the corners of her mouth rose and she looked back at where Ah Jiu was sitting, sitting in the corner? Is that scared?

"Oh?" Several seniors sitting on the high seat looked at each other, and looked at the senior brother Zixiao Zhenren in unison.

Zixiao Zhenren waved his hand lazily.

The person who struck the gong under his head should be three times: "Uncle Jiuxian sat down and who is the disciple, hurry up." ”