My sister wants to go out of the cabinet, and Ruyi Langjun is not me.

This melancholy atmosphere descended strangely and enveloped the entire fairy island.

All the male disciples of the sect looked at Xie An one after another.

If the gaze was a sword, then Xie An would have been poked into a hornet's nest.

Fortunately, Elder Lu realized that something was wrong and hurriedly called Mo Qingyu back.

Even so, the image of Xie An, the rival in love, has long been engraved into the hearts of the disciples of the sect and lingers.

The girl's steps were brisk, she was not angry, but showed a relieved look of "stepping on the villain", and returned to the Xuankong Peak team coldly and arrogantly.

Elder Lu coughed embarrassedly a few times, and gave Mo Qingyu a look, telling her not to make any extraneous branches.

Mo Qingyu was in a good mood, returned to the senior sisters, and silently paid attention to Xie An.

The sect is about to start, and all the elders fly away together.

Above the floating island, two streamers of light roared from afar.

When the streamer receded, it turned into the figure of Mr. Meng and the head of the house, Qingxuzi.

"Meet the master, Mr. Meng!"

The elders bowed respectfully, as did the disciples.

The three princes and others were surprised, it is said that such a small sect is small, and the head of the sect generally does not participate.

What's more, he still has Mr. Meng by his side.

The third prince knew that when he asked Mr. Meng to go out of the mountain two days ago, he was decisively rejected by Mr. Meng.

Right now?

Didn't you say that it was a good Qing Xiu?

The third prince squinted, but his expression was very respectful.

He stood up and saluted Mr. Meng and the head of the family, Qingxuzi.

Such necessary etiquette was naturally made for Mr. Meng.

The other disciples were also surprised, but they all quickly made up their minds.

The head of the house is here, and today, they will definitely try their best to perform and stand out.

"Master, the auspicious time has come, can you start the competition?"

Elder Mo said slowly.

The head looked at Mr. Meng, and then bowed his head.

Xie An looked up, and on the stone seats floating in the air, the head of the sect, the elders and others were seated one after another.

In a trance, Xie An had a delusion.

He felt the gaze of the head of the sect Qingxuzi just look at him.

So is Mr. Meng.

Xie Anxin was stunned, and immediately recalled the scene when the head of the house shot at him.

That palm almost shattered all Xie An's hopes.

Fortunately, he survived.

Until now, Xie An didn't know the intentions of the leader.

On that day, he was obviously not wrong, but he almost died at the hands of the master.

Elder Mo noticed the difference between the head of the sect and Mr. Meng, and he thought about it.

The next moment, he flicked his sleeves, flew in the air, and said loudly: "All the outer disciples who participated in the competition, go to the martial arts stage!" ”

As soon as the words fell, many disciples rushed to jump on the stage.

In order to attract the attention of the head and elders, some disciples jumped up, and some disciples rose into the air, full of tricks.

Xie An didn't care, he took a sip of spiritual syrup and slowly climbed up to the high platform.

He felt that he still had to save some physical strength for the first time.

Who knows, on the martial arts stage, the hall burst into laughter in an instant.

"Haha, look, that disciple is like a turtle."

"Eighty percent didn't enter the Qi Cultivation Realm!"

"What a shame! Let's go down! ”

"Isn't this the kid that Senior Sister Mo has a crush on? It seems that Senior Sister Mo doesn't have a ...... vision."

Before he finished speaking, the sharp eyes around him came, and the disciple was so panicked that he didn't dare to make a sound.

Han Lingfei laughed heartily, laughing so much that he burst into tears, slapping his thighs with laughter, and couldn't stop laughing.

Elder Han snorted coldly and glared fiercely at his unangry son.

Han Lingfei's laughter stopped abruptly, his face was red, and he immediately hid behind the white-clothed senior brothers, and no longer showed up.

Mo Qingyu looked at Xie An with a spare light.

This young man is neither humble nor arrogant, and he is standing in the sun at this time, just like the sun.

He wore a Taoist robe, carried a sword behind his back, and wore a wine bottle around his waist.

The breeze blows, and the black hair flies.

Suddenly, Mo Qingyu found Xie An looking at him.

Looking at each other, Mo Qingyu's face was hot.

She hurriedly looked down at her feet, and her little hands suddenly panicked, and she was about to sweat nervously.

Xie An smiled and saw the rain clearly, drunk in the spring breeze, and his mood had never been so bright.

There was a gurgling sound all around, like the sound of teeth clenching.

Elder Mo looked at the young ladies on the stage, and sighed in his heart, it's good to be young.

The small ratio of the sect is limited to the internal and outer disciples.

Because no other sect disciples were invited to communicate, the process was not complicated, and the form was not grand.

Elder Mo grabbed a wooden box out of thin air, and there were several wooden plaques in the wooden box.

There are marks on the wooden cards, all of which are supervised by Xuankong Peak, beware of disciples using their divine sense to detect cheating.

On the stage, there are a total of 100 disciples.

Among them, it includes new initiation disciples, as well as disciples from the first two phases.

With a wave of Elder Mo's sleeves, the wooden box flew to the martial arts platform.

The wooden box stopped at a height of half a zhang from the stage and floated slowly in the air.

The disciples lined up and drew wooden plaques from the wooden boxes one after another, ranging from one to hundred, each different.

Xie An took out a wooden plaque with the word "nine" written on it.

At this time, the disciples who got the wooden plaques left the martial arts platform one after another.

Han Lingfei waved the wooden card in his hand at Xie An, once again revealing an intriguing sneer.

Xie An ignored it.

He walked briskly, came to the edge of the stage, and jumped down.

Participating in the real-life competition for the first time, Xie An was nervous.

"The other senior brothers have a mentorship, I won't be at the bottom, right?"

Xie An's brows furrowed, and he once again felt hopeless and powerless.

"No matter what, I'm going to fight as hard as I can."

Xie An comforted herself.

"The sect is small, the wooden sign word, the first, the second, go to the stage to fight!"

Elder Mo said and flew back to the stone seat in the air.

In an instant, a disciple with leopard eyes and a round face flew to the martial arts platform with a long sword in his hand.

As soon as he fell, the shaking shook the martial arts platform and raised a layer of dust.

"Zhang Meng is here!"

With that, the other disciple shook his body, and when he reappeared, he was already standing opposite Zhang Meng.

"Li Mu, concede!"

The disciple held the long sword upside down and stood in the wind, his body several circles smaller than Zhang Meng's.

The two glanced at each other, and their eyes immediately showed a cold look.

Bow down, give a salute!

Finished!

The two figures suddenly disappeared, and the next moment they fought together.

Xie An watched intently, for fear of missing the details.

The sound of gold and stone on the stage came frequently, and Xie An was terrified: "This is the first scene, and I am so desperate." ”

In the future, wouldn't it be even more fist-to-flesh?

Comparing two by two, the first round of 50 games can be played to win 25 people.

Xie An clenched his fists and secretly cheered: "As long as you don't lose in the first round, you will win." ”

At this moment, Li Mu's figure was kicked out of the martial arts stage by the big man.

He spat out a mouthful of blood and passed out.

The disciples of Shenmu Peak, who had been prepared for a long time, hurriedly stepped forward to treat him and carried him to the shade of a tree.

"In this game, Zhang Meng won."

"Next game, three against four! Hurry up and put on the martial arts! ”

As soon as the words fell, I saw a disciple holding a double sword entering the martial arts stage.

Immediately afterwards, there was a shout from the audience.

In the midst of the chanting, Wei Tao stood on a willow branch and slowly floated into the martial arts platform.

"Feng has money, come and ask for advice!"

Wei Tao's face turned red, and a flush could be seen on his dark face.

He scratched his head, looking like he was afraid of society, and said Hanhan: "Shenmu Peak, Wei Tao, that, I'm in a hurry......"