The next round is the competition between Huang Fu Ling, who has drawn the number ten, and another male disciple, although it is the same realm, there is no doubt that Huang Fu Ling is still better and won the competition.

At this point, the second round of the competition has ended, and the five winning disciples will enter the third round to compete for the top three.

The disciples who were about to have the next competition took advantage of the rest time to quickly take a pill and run their cultivation, wanting to take the opportunity to recover some more spiritual power, after all, no one is Luo Xiaobao, and they have such good luck to meet someone else who took the initiative to give up the competition.

"Very good, all the disciples are very good, now the top five have been decided, or the same as the last competition, draw lots to determine the opponent of the competition, and the disciples who draw the fifth number are counted as byes and directly enter the top three." This time it was Huang Baisong who spoke, he stood up, his eyes swept over the faces of the five disciples standing on the stage one by one, and with a wave of his right hand, five bamboo sticks appeared in front of them.

Luo Xiaobao glanced at the other four people around her, all of them were real masters, she could only pray that she could be favored by the goddess of luck, and if she drew the fifth number, she would not have to leave the sect.

Huang Fuling didn't feel anything, and took the lead in taking a bamboo stick closest to herself, after all, in her opinion, no matter who she faced, she was sure to win.

Luo Xiaobao's mood at the moment was more nervous than ever, so much so that she couldn't take a step forward to draw lots for half a day, and she still didn't dare to believe herself.

The other three disciples also drew one after another, and in the end there was only one left, Luo Xiaobao was a step slower and had no choice, and that one was hers.

At this moment, everyone's eyes on the field fell on Luo Xiaobao's body, Luo Xiaobao couldn't dodge, and his two little hands trembled and finally held the bamboo stick.

Just when the five of them looked at the serial number of the bamboo skewer in their hands, everyone present nervously held their breath for them, and the few conversations that had existed in the audience also stopped.

The field was quiet, and Luo Qingwu could hear the crisp sound of stepping on the bamboo branch worriedly, and the anxious gasp that I didn't know who couldn't hold back.

Huangfu Ling took the lead in reporting her serial number, she was expressionless, and she didn't care about the bamboo sticks in front of everyone, and her voice was faint, "No. 2." ”

The other male disciple pursed his lips a little apprehensively, glanced at his bamboo stick, and then said with some loss, "Four." ”

The female disciple standing beside Huangfu Ling wanted to pretend that it didn't matter like Huangfu Ling, but her slightly nervous and trembling hand still exposed her heart, she glanced at the bamboo stick in her hand, and the other small hand was clenched and relaxed, sighed, and said, "No. 3." ”

Now there are only No. 1 and No. 5 left, and everyone looks at Luo Xiaobao nervously, after all, this is a fateful choice that determines her to stay, once fate chooses to avoid her, then she is destined to have no chance with Xuantian Sect, and may not have a chance with Xiuxian.

I don't know why everyone began to sympathize with Luo Xiaobao, and secretly complained in their hearts that Uncle Huang didn't want to be so ruthless, but he just made a small mistake and wanted to use such a cruel punishment, which was a bit too much.

It was obviously a lottery to decide Luo Xiaobao's fate, and the other male disciple who had not yet shown his serial number was even more nervous than Luo Xiaobao, perhaps this kind of choice of luck was too exciting, making him feel too demanding of himself in his heart so much that he looked even more nervous than Luo Xiaobao.

Luo Qingwu didn't know when he had come down from the bamboo branch, standing at the back of the crowd and staring at Luo Xiaobao's hand tightly, his slightly dull brain was running fast at the moment, and he was already thinking about what to do if Xiaobao drew the number one, if Xiaobao lost......

If Uncle Huang insisted on letting Xiaobao leave the sect......

Then he will leave with Xiaobao, even if he is sorry for the master, he can't abandon Xiaobao.

He made up his mind, raised his head again and looked at the test table, but he met Rou Yi halfway, Rou Yi looked at him with a complicated expression, he moved his lips but didn't know what to say, Rou Yi didn't look at him again, turned his head straight, he sighed softly, and also looked at the tense atmosphere of the test bench at the moment.

Luo Xiaobao's hand holding the bamboo skewer was so tight that the bamboo skewer was about to be embedded in the flesh of her palm.

Huang Fuyao looked at Luo Xiaobao's hand fixedly, Luo Xiaobao sighed, and was about to raise his hand to look, but his arm was violently pressed.

"You ......" Luo Xiaobao looked at him, but he had already raised his hand holding the bamboo stick to look at Luo Xiaobao.

Luo Xiaobao had no choice but to put down his hand, and the whole person became tense with the open palm of the male disciple beside him after swallowing hard, his face was pale, and his back was already soaked with cold sweat.

It's like returning to the loneliness and powerlessness of living alone in a cold and dark cave, with no relatives or friends, and being discarded by the whole world.

"Number one."

The male disciple on his side suddenly spoke, and the frustration in his tone could not be concealed.

Luo Xiaobao looked up at his hand suddenly, and the whole person seemed to get fresh air from suffocation, and she realized that her palms were sweaty.