The next day, hundreds of people gathered in the square in front of the Tongwei Temple.

Not all of them participated in the selection, but many bystanders, and more than 100 people actually participated in the selection.

At this time, the internal selection, the older generation of peak masters, did not appear, and the leaders were all from the Xuanzi generation.

Zhao Xuanji, as the host, came to the stage and said a few words, and did not talk much polite nonsense, and directly said, "Next, please ask the disciples who participated in the selection to come up and draw lots, the box in front of me contains one hundred and five lots, each person draws one, and then No. 1 and No. 2 are a group, and so on, and finally draw the bye of No. 105 to advance directly." ”

This lottery is based on luck, if you want to cheat in front of Zhao Xuanji, you are looking for a lottery, of course, if you can really cheat successfully in front of him, you will not participate in this internal selection.

A total of seventeen people participated in Tongweifeng, and the five peaks where Tongmiao Zhenren, Channel Zhenren, Tongxu Zhenren, Tongde Zhenren, and Tongwu Zhenren were located, and disciples ranging from fifteen to twenty people were also selected to participate.

The number of disciples in the Psychic Realm reached one hundred and five, and one sign per person was just right.

The disciples who participated in the selection took turns to draw lots, Lu Yanning drew the thirteenth, Ling Ziyan drew the twenty-ninth, and neither of them had the luck to advance directly.

The lucky person who drew the number one hundred and five was a female cultivator from Tongmiao Peak, and she was directly promoted by bye.

There are already two rings on the field, one zhang high and five zhang in diameter, and there is a master of the Xuan Realm as a referee on the stage.

The only masters of Tongxuan Realm in Tongwei Peak are Zhao Xuanji and Ou Xuanxi, and it is naturally impossible for the two of them to be the referees in so many games, but fortunately, there are masters from other peaks.

Zhao Xuanji announced again: "It's all drawn, let's start!"

He didn't say anything about deliberately hurting people, but there were masters of the Xuan Realm staring at him in the ring, and if something happened, they wouldn't stand idly by if they really encountered danger or emergency, and they would save people.

There are no restrictions, which naturally allows everyone to let go of their hands and feet and use real effort.

However, for Lu Yanning and Ling Ziyan, it is forbidden to use techniques such as space slashing, which is really not suitable for the same door if even a master of the Xuan Realm is not careful.

Lu Yanning counted the lotteries he and Ling Ziyan had drawn, and they were all in the No. 1 ring, so the two of them got together at the side of the No. 1 ring.

The referee on the stage shouted, "No. 1, No. 2, come up!"

As soon as the words fell, two figures rose into the air and landed on the ring, each saluting the referee and calling him "Uncle Shi".

The referee on the stage, who had a goatee and looked quite old, nodded slightly at the two, "Let's start!"

The two did not start immediately, but each saluted the other.

"Passage Peak Ma Yue, please advise!"

"Tongwu Peak Lu Yungui, please advise!"

After reading the names, the two of them pulled out the shelves together, each holding a sword and rushing towards each other.

Looking at this frame, it doesn't look like a cultivator, but more like a martial artist.

Ling Ziyan poked Lu Yanning with her finger and said with a smile: "Who of the two in the stand, will win? ”

Lu Yanning looked carefully at the two people fighting on the stage, and said, "Although I am more inclined to my own family, my family is too bookish and angry between the actions, and I am afraid that I will not be able to beat that Ma Yue." ”

On the stage, Lu Yungui looks like a gentleman, and his appearance is handsome in the eyes of ordinary people, but although he dares, he has a sense of winning and weakening, and the power of his actions seems to be a little insufficient.

On the other hand, its opponent Ma Yue, as his name suggests, is faster than a galloping horse between actions, and his attack is like a war horse charge, and his momentum is like a rainbow.

For a while, Lu Yungui was a little stumbling, but he avoided it every time, and by the way, he could return a sword or two.

"However, I don't think so, your family named Lu Yungui seems to have a better chance of winning. Ling Ziyan seemed to be deliberately contradicting Lu Yanning.

Of course, Lu Yanning will not think that if he is handsome, he will definitely win, like some people with abnormal brains, he will think about why she said that.

With his current level of swordsmanship, fighting with Ling Ziyan is half a catty and eight taels. However, for the cognitive understanding of swordsmanship, he thinks that he is still a little inferior.

Not modestly, but factually!

Lu Yanning looked at the two people on the stage, Lu Yungui was already obviously showing a trend of decline, he really didn't understand, so he asked, "I really can't see it, can you tell me the reason?"

Ling Ziyan smiled and said, "Have you practiced too much sword recently, and you have practiced stupidly? We are cultivators, we are still in the same vein of the mirror path, do we have no other means except for the sword?"

As soon as she finished speaking, there was a change on the stage.

Ma Yue really jumped up like a heavenly horse, and slashed at Lu Yungui, who was not far from the edge of the ring.

This sword sealed Lu Yungui's forward, left, and right directions, and he either resisted hard or retreated.

If he resists hard, according to the momentum and strength of Ma Yue's sword, he is afraid that he will immediately cut Lu Yungui down and win; if he retreats, he is afraid that Ma Yue will be able to kick him out of the ring with another kick in the future, and if he falls into the ring, he will lose.

The disciples in the audience who belonged to the same channel peak as Ma Yue had already begun to cheer for him.

But at this moment, Lu Yungui put away his sword, could it be that he had practiced the iron head gong hard top? But looking at his long flowing hair, it didn't look like he had practiced the iron head gong at all, not to mention that the iron head skill couldn't withstand it even if he was afraid, right? Could it be that he gave up and wanted to admit defeat?

Even Lu Yanning thought so.

However, in fact, most people guessed wrong, Lu Yungui did not admit defeat, but somehow touched a mirror and came out, and looked at the head, and the iron mirror that was originally the size of a palm turned into the size of a shield.

The shield-sized mirror was actually raised against the sword, and Ma Yue's sword slashed on the mirror surface without making any unpleasant loud noise, but Ma Yue's body seemed to be uncontrollable in the air, and was carried up by the sword in his hand.

And Lu Yungui took this opportunity to get up, and came up with an "upside-down purple gold hook" and kicked Ma Yue's body firmly.

What's even more incredible is that it seems that Ma Yue can't move, and his body is kicked out of the ring and falls to the ground.

This process seems to be slow, but in fact it only happened in a very short period of time, so fast that people can't react.

"Lu Yun wins!" the referee announced the result at the right time.

Various voices rang out one after another in the field.

"It's a pity!"

"I see!"

"Clever!"

"I'm careless, Senior Brother Ma. ”

It's more of "confused, solve!"

Lu Yanning understood it, and praised, "It's amazing!"

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