Looking blankly in the direction pointed by Long Xuan, Ge Xu scolded angrily: "I finally understand why the little brother Lingyun wanted to say that I have a problem with my brain when I was apprenticing, didn't the old man push his apprentice into the fire pit, I still want to go to the stage later, so as not to meet too strong opponents, what can I do now?"

"Ge Xu! Ge Xu has arrived? If you don't go on stage, you will abstain!" The referee's voice came from the No. 3 ring, completely breaking Ge Xu's hope of delaying for a while.

The Chen Li brothers separated the crowd standing in front, and under the urging of the referee and the push and shove of Long Xuan, Ling Yun and others, Ge Xu, who was extremely reluctant to go on stage now, had to give up his plan to grind himself to the end before going on stage, and walked towards the stage with a twist.

When Ge Xu climbed to the No. 3 ring with the help of Long Xuan and Ling Yun in an extremely embarrassed posture that was even higher than himself, almost all the three generations of disciples booed from the audience, Long Xuan and Ling Yun hurriedly pretended not to know Ge Xu, covered their faces and quickly retreated into the crowd.

Although the three generations of disciples in the third ring are all disciples of the Tianyuan Sect, these disciples have not yet reached the realm of gathering spirits, so they don't even think about the flight of the sword at that time, but when others come to the stage, even if they don't jump directly to the stage with light skills like Bai Zhan, they will at least play a few beautiful postures to win a burst of applause, and there is no one of the three generations of disciples who is like Ge Xu when he comes to the stage, and he still needs the help of his companions, not to mention anything else, at least Ge Xu's name is completely popular among the three generations of disciples.

Ge Xu was originally a mortal doctor in the Xia Kingdom, and he was also a person who had seen a big scene, after coming to Tianyuan Sect, Ge Xu mixed with Ling Yun and others all day long, and inevitably got a little edification from the Nine Demon Venerables, and the growth of the thickness of his face was really rapid, if it was in the past, under the attention of so many three generations of disciples, especially when he came to the stage, he also lost the face of the boss, Ge Xu didn't say stage fright but he did feel a little nervous, but now, Ge Xu was a serious person who straightened out his wrinkled clothes when he came to the stage, and then walked to the referee who had been waiting for a long time, bowed and said: "I'm tired of waiting for a long time, under Ge Xu. ”

Looking at Ge Xu, who shook his beard and deliberately bit the two words of senior brother a little hard, the generation of disciples who served as referees wanted to show the majesty of the referee and scold Ge Xu, who had only come to the stage for a long time, but as soon as he wanted to speak, he remembered Zhang Daoyi who was in the ring at this time, and then thought about the rumors about Zhang Daoyi, the generation disciple immediately shrunk his neck, changed his tone and said: "It's good for the junior brother to come up, and the challenger will be announced for the sake of the brother." ”

Bai Zhan, who had just retired from the ring, had not gone far, his ears moved imperceptibly, he stopped walking and turned to look at the ring, secretly guessing Zhang Daoyi's origin in his heart, Yunfei did not get Zhang Daoyi's permission, and did not tell Bai Zhan about Zhang Daoyi's novice apprentice.

"Senior brother, slow ......down" Ge Xu didn't seem to see the expression of the first generation disciple, he took a few steps closer to Western Europe again, lowered his voice and said, "I don't know if Senior Brother can arrange a slightly inferior opponent for me for Senior Brother...... I can't thank you enough. ”

Zhang Daoyi and Yun Fei in the sky above the ring almost fell from the flying sword, and the two of them finally stabilized the flying sword, so they did not make a fool of themselves in front of many third-generation disciples, and in the ring, no matter how clever the generation of disciples who were the referees, they didn't expect Ge Xu to say such shameless words, and when they were sluggish, their ears trembled, and Zhang Daoyi's words sounded again.

As soon as Ge Xu raised his head and wanted to say something more, he heard the disciples of that generation loudly announce the name of the challenger, and then quickly ran to the edge of the ring, so fast that Ge Xu, who had a very low cultivation, did not react again.

"Master, the disciple is against it!" A loud cheer sounded from under the ring, and a third-generation disciple who looked three or five thick roared loudly in the crowd under the ring: "My registration order is almost last, why is it my turn to take the stage now?"

"The opposition is invalid, I have the final say on whoever gets in the ring!" The generation of disciples who were referees responded loudly: "Zhang He, come to the stage!"

"Even if I am asked to go on stage in advance, I should choose a decent opponent!" The disciple replied loudly, and pointed at Ge Xu in the ring with his hand: "A weak chicken like this who needs help from others when he climbs into the ring, I only need one hand to pinch him to death, it's boring!"

"Senior Brother Zhang He is right!" The three disciples burst into laughter, and the faces of Long Xuan and Ling Yun suddenly turned red, and they retreated a few steps back again.

"This ......" the voice of the first generation of disciples paused, and then said again: "Zhang He, I can't control so much, since you are called, you must come to power, otherwise you will abstain!"

There was another burst of boos from the audience, Zhang He closed his mouth tightly, and clenched his two fists to crackle, but he didn't make a move to take the stage.

"This third-generation disciple named Zhang He ......" Above the ring, Yun Fei said to Zhang Daoyi with a smile: "His cultivation is closely chasing Bai Zhan, and he is also quite prestigious among the three generations of disciples, this person is very belligerent, if it is not for the competition reward is too tempting this time, this person will not deliberately press the order of registration back, so as not to miss the reward for Bai Zhan, it is normal for him to look down on Senior Brother Ge Xu, after all, Senior Brother Ge Xu's actions when he came to the stage are indeed a little ...... Not very sightly. ”

As soon as Zhang Dao heard this, his lips moved slightly again, and the generation disciple on the stage immediately said loudly: "Zhang He, you are on the stage, this is not an ordinary third-generation disciple, in terms of seniority, he is the same generation as me, don't care how he performs, Elder Dao has just summoned me, as long as you can kick him off the stage, he will directly make an exception to accept you as a disciple, and you don't need to worry about Dabi anymore, even if it doesn't succeed, this time it won't be a waste of the number of tests!"

The boos from the audience suddenly stopped, and after a while, there was an uproar, Bai Zhan looked up at the top of the ring with feeling, stared at a cloud that had been staying above the ring since just now, suddenly showed a smile, and then looked at Zhang He with interest.

"In that case, I'll go on stage!" The clenched fist suddenly loosened, Zhang He burst into a shout, kicked hard under his feet, jumped up like an eagle soaring, and then turned to the ring in mid-air with a heel fight.

In the applause of countless third-generation disciples in the audience, there was a muffled bang, and Zhang He landed steadily on the stage.

After taking a few steps forward, Zhang He hugged his fist and said to Ge Xu in a muffled voice: "This Master Ge, the third-generation disciple Zhang He came to ask you for advice, please bear with me if you offend!"

Ge Xu's eyes narrowed, and he suddenly raised his hand to stop Zhang He, who was about to attack, and turned to the generation of disciples who were the referees and asked, "This senior brother, can I use any props and means in the ring?"

That generation of disciples didn't understand the meaning of Ge Xu's question, thinking that Ge Xu was asking if he could use magic weapons, after all, Ge Xu was Zhang Daoyi's disciple, maybe it was not impossible that Zhang Daoyi gave him some magic weapons, and he couldn't help but feel a little disdainful in his heart, and secretly felt worthless for Zhang He.

But Zhang Daoyi was above the ring, and Zhang Daoyi also said that no matter what, even if Zhang He lost, it would not affect his test, so the disciple of the first generation still patiently replied to Ge Xu's words: "As long as you can use it without hurting people's lives, any means or props are allowed." ”

Ge Xu let out a sigh when he heard this, then turned around again to face Zhang He, who was a little panicked after hearing his question, and made a gesture of please: "This brother, please!"

The reason why Zhang He was a little panicked was because he was somewhat similar to the referee's thoughts, after all, he was a disciple of the same generation as the referee, maybe Ge Xu really had some magic weapons that he would use.

"But since there is a guarantee from the Great Elder, even if you can't fight against the opponent's magic weapon and lose the game, it's just a formality, just don't lose too ugly!"

The three generations of disciples in the audience also heard the conversation between Ge Xu and the referee, although the three generations of disciples had a lot of complaints about this, but since the matter was a foregone conclusion, everyone had to shut their mouths and watch the development of the game on the stage, from another point of view, the three generations of disciples also really wanted to see what kind of magic weapon Ge Xu could come up with to deal with Zhang He, who seemed to be much stronger than him, and how Zhang He would deal with Ge Xu's magic weapon that he didn't know the details.

The eyes of everyone in the audience were staring closely at the stage, and countless pairs of eyes were turning around on Ge Xu and Zhang He, lest they miss any of the details.

However, what disappointed everyone just happened in front of everyone's eyes, including Bai Zhan, no three generations of disciples could see what was going on, and the battle on the stage was over.

"One, two, three, four, five......" When Zhang He approached Ge Xu step by step, Ge Xu, who had not moved for a long time, suddenly looked at Zhang He's footsteps and began to count, and when Ge Xu counted to ten, Zhang He was already close to the point where he could no longer continue to get closer.

Until this time, Zhang He still didn't see Ge Xu have the slightest intention of taking out the magic weapon, and a smile began to appear on Zhang He's face, just one straight punch, Zhang He was able to knock Ge Xu out, Zhang He was even able to guarantee that at the moment when the punch hit Ge Xu's face, Ge Xu had no chance to launch the magic weapon at all!

The dawn of victory is just around the corner, and Zhang He's right fist is already clenched!

It happened at this moment, as soon as the cross came out, a strange smile suddenly appeared on Ge Xu's face, and then the last syllable came out softly: "Pour!"

As soon as the words came out, Zhang He's whole body was running non-stop, and his strength suddenly leaked, his eyes were filled, his clenched fists slowly loosened, and then he fell to the ground unwillingly, and the audience was in an uproar!