Those outer disciples, inner disciples, and elite disciples who ran out of the core disciple area began to sigh, and then took various countermeasures, and then parted ways.

Some bold disciples did not intend to take refuge in the sect after receiving the task, but instead went to the martial arts competition platform.

This farce was originally caused by the martial arts battle platform, to be precise, it was caused by Chu Heng and Zhao Yuanjun.

The two of them are the culprits, they can't just let them go, it's not easy, they have to use rough means to make the two of them increase their memory.

The 'Harm Eradication Conference' is not only Sun Wou-ki, but also more than a dozen other teams, all of which are combined with their own appeal, with thousands of people at most and more than a dozen people at the least.

It can be seen what their 'favorability' index is for Chu Heng and Zhao Yuanjun.

Everyone's identity and status are different, and the realm of cultivation is different, so the appeal is naturally the same.

The black clouds hung low, the black curtain descended, the stars hanging in the sky loomed, a curved crescent moon gradually condensed, and the golden glow spread down, covering the earth.

On the stage of the tournament.

Zhao Yuanjun finally couldn't stand it anymore, and couldn't help but say: "Senior Brother Chu, it's getting late today, so let's stop here, how about a tie, and fight again tomorrow." ”

"Of course you can, it's really too late, it's getting dark, I didn't expect you to be so powerful, Senior Brother Zhao, in terms of etiquette, you are not far behind. Chu Heng naturally agreed, a touch of cunning color flashed away, with the cover of night, Zhao Yuanjun didn't see it.

The two arched their hands to each other to show respect for their opponents, and then they prepared to walk off the stage together.

As soon as they turned around, the scene startled the two of them, when did so many people come?

Looking at the people below, there are not ten thousand but eight thousand, and it is hard to imagine that this is the grand occasion brought by the two of them.

Even if an elite disciple is on the martial arts platform, he doesn't have such a powerful influence!

"What's going on?" Zhao Yuanjun's face was a little pale, and his spirit was a little trance, this is all a normal manifestation of excessive use of his brain, this scene in front of him made him beep in his heart, he obviously wanted to go back and recover his vitality well, what is it to be blocked here by them.

"Ahem, I guess they're all here to watch us compete. Chu Heng looked at the people below the battle platform, most of his eyes were fixed on him and Zhao Yuanjun, he couldn't help but be a little surprised and stunned, and a little embarrassed, he coughed a few times deliberately and said.

The words surrounding himself and Zhao Yuanjun are still in my ears, and they can be said to be as endless as a surging river:

"These two strange competitions are finally over. ”

"Pit man, it seems that more than three hours have passed in this competition. ”

"You've miscalculated, it's more than two hours. ”

"The two of them can really talk about it, without repeating it, I suspect that the two of them are not human. ”

"Ahem, you are wrong, it should be said that the two of them are not ordinary people, it is estimated that they have eaten too much pills and their heads have mutated. ”

"I didn't think of it, I see. ”

"These are the two wonders of the Purple Moon Sect?!

"Will the two of them continue to compete tomorrow?"

"It's not handsome, it's dark-skinned, I'm sure that big fat man can't find a Taoist partner, it's too weird, who dares to ask for it!"

"Senior brother, can I go up and beat them?"

"No, we are guests, we can't be rude. ”

"Senior brother, didn't you say that you want to learn art from a teacher? Don't you hurry up, their competition is over. ”

"Forget it, I don't want to become wonderful, I feel that my talent is mediocre, it's not as talented as your senior brother, or senior brother, you should go to learn art. ”

"That junior brother looks good, but it's a pity, his talent is mediocre, he is still a miscellaneous disciple at the age of sixteen or seventeen, and he knows at a glance that his future is worrying. ”

"It's worthy of being two wonderful disciples, we can't compare to them, this is probably the talent of the two of them!"

"Senior brother, you must remember that you must not learn from them in the future, you only know how to play with your mouth, and your cultivation level is terribly low. In this world, only strength and wealth are common, among them, strength is the most important, and wealth is secondary. ”

"I understand that senior brother, if you fall behind, you will be beaten, maybe you will die, I don't want to die young, I want to travel for nine days, and I can protect my brother and my father and mother in the future. ”

"If only you can figure it out, then I'll be relieved. ”

......

Zhao Yuanjun couldn't believe it, looking at so many people, his heart was a little weak, and he asked weakly: "We shouldn't have done anything hurtful, right?!"

"I haven't done it before, it's just that I met you for the first time, and I don't know the specific situation, as for whether you have done it, I don't know. Chu Heng waved his hand, and after finishing speaking, he didn't wait for Zhao Yuanjun's answer, he carried his hands behind his back and walked down.

"You ......" Zhao Yuanjun was angry with Chu Heng's words again, this doesn't mean that so many people are here to settle accounts with themselves, and they have nothing to do with Chu Heng.

I thought that Chu Heng had changed, and I also had a strong appreciation for Chu Heng, and I had begun to accept him, but who knows, Chu Heng has returned to his arrogant and domineering appearance.

Looking at Chu Heng's graceful and calm back, the more Zhao Yuanjun thought about it, the more angry he became, and he wanted to beat him up, but he made an appointment to continue fighting again tomorrow, and it was not easy to regret it, so he could only endure it for the time being, and wait until tomorrow, he must be good-looking for Chu Heng.

"Senior brothers and sisters have come from afar, it must be a tiring journey, please go back and rest quickly, Senior Brother Zhao and I will continue to compete tomorrow, if you are interested, you can come and watch again tomorrow." Chu Heng walked the last step, down-to-earth, first bowed slightly, and then said politely.

Chu Heng was polite to them, gave them respect, and heard that they could continue to watch the competition tomorrow, and they didn't mean to embarrass Chu Heng, so they nodded one after another, and made way for Chu Heng to pass through.

Zhao Yuanjun snorted coldly, jumped off the martial arts platform, landed on the ground, and followed Chu Heng to leave.

"You are not allowed to leave!" Who knows, those senior brothers and sisters did not let him leave with Chu Heng, and after Chu Heng walked over, he returned to his original appearance, and his eyes showed contempt, as if he was waiting for something.

"Why can he go?" Zhao Yuanjun almost blew up in his lungs, he was an inner disciple, and he didn't have a miscellaneous disciple yet, so he said a little unwillingly.

"Because that little junior brother is more polite than you. One of them gloated.

If you don't give us enough respect, we won't allow you to leave, you can do it yourself!