"Shhhh Mo Ziqian has been paying attention to this martial arts arena, and suddenly said.

"Ding!~" Several people's waist cards were transmitted almost at the same time, and after looking at them, they knew in their hearts that this was the sect elder randomly assigning opponents and the number of games.

Several people couldn't help but think in silence and compare their opponents.

Wang Chuan saw that his opponent was a male disciple from Tibetan Sword Peak, an inner disciple named Duan Yufei, thirty-two games, at home.

Zang Jian Feng, a kendo cultivator, Wang Chuan thought.

Wang Chuan looked up at several other people and found that some were happy and some were worried.

"Do you think that this ranking is a little unreasonable from beginning to end?" Wang Chuan said with doubts in his heart.

"It's not unreasonable, this is a random arrangement of sects, the intention is that everyone, whether you are strong or weak, depends on chance, and there is a certain number in the dark. Senior Sister Yin's eyes flashed, and she understood, and immediately explained.

When Wang Chuan heard this, he thought about it for a while, and immediately made it clear.

"I see, to reduce the human factor, it is all up to God's will, and the personal opportunity of the school examination, even if the weak have the opportunity to reverse, and the strong need to improve themselves. Wang Chuan nodded and whispered.

"Yes, the strong are self-reliant, the weak are self-weak, the big waves are scouring the sand, the qualifications are insufficient, the natural opportunities are unpredictable, the losses are more than enough to make up for the shortcomings, and the fittest survive. Cai Yihao raised his head, looked at Wang Chuan, opened his lips lightly, and said.

"How is your opponent?" Wang Chuan asked curiously.

"I'm fine, I'm sure I'll make it out nine times out of ten, but my purpose is different. Mo Ziqian was confident, and at the same time made his position clear.

"My opponent is a disciple of Yuque Peak, a sixth rank, and his strength is not weak. Miao Jianfeng squinted his eyes and said with a slight heaviness.

Wang Chuan looked at Senior Sister Yin in turn.

"Whoever it is, I'm going to win. Senior Sister Yin exhaled like an orchid, her eyes flashing.

"Little junior brother, who is your opponent?" Cai Yi couldn't help but be curious at this time, feeling that Wang Chuan was very calm and probing.

When Wang Chuan saw and asked himself, he couldn't help but smile and look peaceful.

"Duan Yufei, a disciple of Tibetan Sword Peak, I don't know, go all out, in the thirty-seventh scene, starring in the martial arts field. Wang Chuan stretched out his hand, clenched his fists, and secretly cheered.

"What?" Cai Yi was stunned, and several other people looked at it at the same time, their eyes questioning.

How did he know that just after these words came out, they caused such a big reaction, Wang Chuan's heart moved, and he secretly said that he had hit a big luck, and the opponent was not simple.

"Little junior brother, your opponent is very powerful. Luo Qianqian didn't participate in the war for personal reasons, but when she heard this name, she couldn't help but remind her, is the luck of Senior Brother Xiaochuan good or bad?

"It's okay, don't worry about me. Wang Chuan smiled lightly, his face was light and said lightly.

"Senior Brother Xiaochuan, I'm optimistic about you!" Mo Ziqian looked at Wang Chuan and cheered him on.

Wang Chuan nodded.

Suddenly, the sound of jade reeds and Qingyue rippled.

"Okay, let's get started, pay attention to the respective sessions. Senior Sister Yin's expression twisted and interrupted.

"I went first, I was the first one. Senior Brother Miao suddenly stood up and made his debut.

A few people didn't say much to each other, but they all followed Miao Jianfeng and came to the small martial arts arena.

After the audit of the supervising deacon, Miao Jianfeng calmly entered the field, at this moment, his opponent also appeared, it was a beautiful woman, fragrant and beautiful, skin like snow, wearing a neon dress and feather coat, fluttering ribbons, combing hanging cloud buns, purple flower hanging bead hairpins, fluttering hair on the temples, beautiful appearance, eyes with affection, like a flood of autumn water.

This female disciple is holding a guqin in her arms, standing at this moment, like a weak willow supporting the wind, but full of fairy spirit.

The body of the piano is simple, with mysterious rune imprints, flashing Xuanguang, seven strings crystalline, flowing spiritual rhyme, this is a high-grade treasure, the grade is not low.

"It's so beautiful!" a male disciple couldn't help but exclaim.

"It turned out to be her. "There are other people, who recognize people, who whisper.

"Her name is Zhuo Xinyun, a true disciple of the sixth section, very powerful, one of the personal disciples of the Jade Zheng Fairy. Luo Qianqian secretly told Wang Chuan.

Both sides of the battle are familiar with each other, and after a brief salute, the battle begins.

After being silent for a long time, I didn't see the woman move, Miao Haifeng's gentleman was not waiting, the sword technique was activated, and the Broken Wave Flying Sword rose into the air, emitting blue light, like a cloud dragon across the sky.

That Zhuo Xinyun, his eyes are heavy, he moves in response to the situation, his red crisp hands, his strings are stroked, his fingers are sharpened, the mysterious runes beat, the strings are hooked, and the divine sound turns into a peach-colored energy tide, which is pervasive.

Miao Haifeng frowned, his mind was disturbed, and he coped calmly with the sound of the piano.

The battle has begun, inadvertently.

There are three competitions being staged at the moment, but there are especially many spectators here, because the two people in the martial arts arena are true disciples under the Yudan period, Taixuan Tianjiao characters, strong combat power, and the female is beautiful, and the male Kong Wu is powerful, which is very interesting.

Speaking of Miao Haifeng, he is from Tibetan Sword Peak, originally a fisherman's child, without any background, since he was a child, he has shown an extraordinary side, tenacious and fearless, following the fishing boat out to sea, he can feel the special energy in the wind and waves, and was later discovered by the Taixuanmen people, introduced into the door, has the golden water quality spiritual root, has a good understanding, and got the true inheritance of the master of Tibetan Sword Peak.

At this moment, Miao Haifeng is in the sound wave, Zhuo Xinyun's body is endless, the runes rise, imprint the void, turn into soldiers and horses, and sometimes like a huge wave, the sound of the piano hides a killing move, slashing the body and hurting the soul, extremely dangerous.

Miao Haifeng's body is surrounded by dense sword light, shrouded in a mysterious mist, look carefully, there are sword-shaped runes connected from end to end, like a silver divine ring, circle by circle, protecting his body, and Senior Brother Miao danced wildly, his eyes emitted blue electric light, and the trick light in his hand flickered, he was constantly sealing, playing all kinds of sword tricks, and the blue broken wave flying sword flew around, like a dragon king in the sea, fighting the sound waves.

Zhuo Xinyun's clothes are fluttering, her hair is falling, she concentrates on stroking the piano, the purple light is permeated all over her body, the sound of the piano is contending, the opponent's flying sword is sharp and tricky, she is sloppy, she goes all out, the jade hands are staggered, faintly Zhuo Zhuo is extraordinary, the blue sea tide is born, the sound of Jin Ge Iron Horse, specializing in the soul and divine sense, evolving all kinds of illusions, and the killing machine is endless.

Miao Haifeng faced a wave of attacks, wave after wave of attack, over time, the defensive cover finally began to collapse, seeing that he was going to lose, and finally raised his eyebrows angrily, and shouted, Lingyuan skyrocketed, and the blue flying sword hit a peerless blow, the sword light was like a heavenly knife, and then turned around, the sword chanted and cracked the sky, Miao Haifeng erupted, the flying sword evolved into the bright moon, emitting a dazzling sword light, breaking through the sky, and the bright moon was born on the sea, this was his full blow, the opponent of the same level, either dead or injured.

The audience was stunned.

"Not good!" Senior Brother Miao desperately worked.

"There are deacons and elders in the later stage of Jiedan to supervise, rest assured, and see how Zhuo Xinyun copes. Senior Sister Yin said calmly.

On the stage, Zhuo Xinyun felt the strong pressure from Miao Haifeng, and the soul sword qi locked on her, if she didn't change, she would definitely lose.

So her jade hand pressed, the sound of the piano turned, and the ten fingers of the slender hand moved rapidly, and there were mysterious runes to communicate with the spiritual qin, sending out the illusion of the goddess of Spring Mountain.

The goddess stands on the top of the mountain, her long hair is like a waterfall, flying and jumping, her skirt fluttering, and she wears a dingdong.

The goddess was all around, the mist was rising, and she couldn't see it really, but it made a mysterious fluctuation, and suddenly she raised her head slightly to look at the sky - the goddess looked at the sky, and it was launched violently, which was a strong suppression of the spirit, and it would be seriously injured if she couldn't bear it.

Miao Haifeng's brain tingled, under pressure, he shouted, the moon was born on the sea, the divine sword was in the sky, the moon was like a waterfall, and the sword light was like practice, facing huge resistance, he swooped down to confront the illusion of the goddess.

"Zheng~" Zhuo Xinyunyu flicked his hand, and the goddess illusion suddenly emitted a sound wave, attacking the Broken Wave Sword.

Miao Haifeng exerted his strength again, roared angrily, his strength was flying, his sword light was like practice, and he attacked again.

Zhuo Xinyun stared, flicked his fingers, and sent out a second blow, the goddess pointed to the sky, only to see the goddess in the rune illusion, slowly deep into her right hand, emitting a dazzling light, and the white mangs on her fingertips emitted spiral fluctuations, and the momentum was huge.

Miao Haifeng felt unprecedented pressure, but the sword was directional, and he was unstoppable.

Miao Haifeng knew that he still had a back hand, but he had not yet sent and received it freely, for fear of a mistake, and then looked at the woman in the distance, her face was also pale, her posture trembled slightly, and the goddess was about to make a terrible blow, it seemed that she was extremely overdrawn herself, Miao Haifeng couldn't help but feel a pain in her heart, and deeply suppressed the falling divine sword.

"That's it. Miao Haifeng, a dignified fisherman, couldn't bear to destroy the flowers with his hands and gave up categorically.

Miao Haifeng gave up, and the divine sword flew back upside down, eliminating the other, and between the lightning and flint, although the divine woman did not completely send out a blow, it sent out a powerful fluctuation, bombarding him and hitting him out of the martial arts arena.

"Wow!~~" Miao Haifeng opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood, his face was like gold paper, and the injury was not light.

Zhuo Xinyun won in an instant, but he was stunned, his eyes thoughtful, looking at Miao Haifeng who was vomiting blood in the distance.

The audience was silent.

The deacon elder rushed to Miao Haifeng as soon as possible, fed the high-grade pills, and the elders of the Dan period gave him a soul to heal the chaotic internal injuries.

Over there, another deacon elder hesitated, and finally began to announce: "Zhuo Xinyun wins this battle!"

After Zhuo Xinyun thanked him, he glanced at the injured Miao Haifeng, was silent, and turned around and left the martial arts arena.

Miao Haifeng came out, his face pale.

"Hai Feng, don't get in the way!" Senior Sister Yin asked worriedly.

Miao Haifeng smiled and said, "It's okay. ”

"Well, why did you do this? don't regret it?" Senior Sister Yin asked as she stared at him with a calm look in her eyes.

"No regrets!" Miao Haifeng's eyes were crystal clear, and he nodded when he heard it.

"Senior Sister Zhuo is not the kind of person who is favored by others, and she will definitely look for you. Senior Sister Yin said.

"Let it be. Miao Haifeng said with a wry smile.

"Well, but I still thank you in advance for Senior Sister Zhuo. Senior Sister Yin suddenly smiled appreciatively.

After this incident, a few more games were played, and it was Caiyi's turn to play, but her opponent didn't seem to be strong, it was actually an outer disciple, a teenager whose name couldn't help but be rumored.

Caiyi's opponent is from Cuiyun Peak, from the outer gate, but he has the strength of four disciples, the Five Elements Wood Method, which is the qualification of the wood spirit root, and it should be the top grade, but the comprehension is not high, the combat power is limited, and the practice of the spell is the unpopular inheritance of Cuiyun Peak.