The general election of the sect has kicked off, and although Wang Zhao has not yet apprenticed, he has become a genius disciple who is becoming more and more famous in the sect.

At the age of fifteen, he has twelve layers of qi training, refined sword qi, and outstanding talent, and is the junior with the strongest potential in the sect.

Wang Zhao's cave mansion has already had many elders deign to come.

The head of the sect and Elder Mu Qing both came to express their intention to accept apprentices to Wang Zhao, and the head of the sect wanted to train Wang Zhao as the successor of the head of the sect.

The head of the house, with a straight and shiny hair, talked about how the head of the house was beautiful and how difficult it was for two hours, and interrogated Wang Zhao for an hour, her cultivation skills, and her family background.

For three hours, Wang Zhao was irritable in his heart, but his face was calm, nodding from time to time and keeping listening.

In the end, the big Buddha was finally sent away.

The days are like flowing water, and the cultivation of immortals is even worse. The Great Sect Contest has officially begun.

There are three groups of sect scores, Qi training group, foundation building group, and Jindan group. Wang Zhao was naturally assigned to the Qi training group.

The first was a battle in the ring, and at the end thirty people were left. The second is a team battle, a team of three. Everyone is on the giant high platform set up by the leader, and everyone in the group is defeated when they are knocked off the high platform, and finally four groups are left for the final competition.

Wang Zhao chose to be the master, Wang Zhao is now a fragrant glutton, and the elders from all walks of life are staring at Wang Zhao tightly.

Wang Zhaogao stood in the ring, the girl's complexion was charming, beautiful and cold, and she couldn't hide her beauty.

Wang Zhao killed one person in seconds with one move, and Wang Zhao's sword move was fierce and fierce, with a bright and sparkling style.

One person after another, falling from the ring, Wang Zhao seemed to be an invincible opponent in the same realm.

Wang Huahua had a starry eye in the audience and said: "Zhaozhao is too cruel, so good!"

Over there, Li Chao was fighting inseparably, and Li Chao was fighting with a big physique. Li Chao's swordsmanship is better than speed, he makes quick moves, and his swordsmanship is exquisite. The big man went on a rampage with all his strength, pulling out every punch. Li Chao used his dexterity and sword speed to avoid the attack of the big man, adding a lot of scars to the big man, and gradually gaining the upper hand.

No one on Wang Zhao's side dared to go to the ring to give it a try, Wang Zhao's murderous ability was excellent, and no one wanted to ask for hardship.

Wang Zhao saw that no one stepped forward, so he practiced all things by himself.

Seeing this, the head touched his goatee with a smile, and said to Elder Mu Qing on the side: "Mu Qing, look at this girl, she is not arrogant or impatient, she is indeed a good material to be the head of the house." ”

Elder Mu Qing said, "What kind of head should you be? This girl is a rare talent that can be created, she should hurry up and cultivate, how can she waste time on these things?"

After waiting for a long time, Wang Zhao's ring finally came to a slightly thin gray-clothed male cultivator, the gray robe was empty, and he seemed even thinner.

The male cultivator is already at the twelfth level of Qi training, his steps are solid, and he seems to have a very good foundation.

It's just that Wang Zhao observed that the corners of the male cultivator's eyes were slightly red, which seemed to be a little weird.

As soon as the male cultivator came up, he didn't even say hello, he raised his sword to fight, and the move was deadly and deadly.

Wang Zhao's sword qi was even sharper, and it faintly pressed the male cultivator's head, and the male cultivator accidentally added a scratch on his arm and saw blood.

When the male cultivator saw the blood, he seemed to be even more excited. The strength of the male cultivator has visibly increased with the naked eye.