Three days went by in a flash.

Three Masters of Buddhism.

Soldiers: Gongsun Long'er, Ou Ji, Chen Long, Wang Chan.

Taoist: Duan Kun, Qin Feng, Han Chu, and Jiang Ming.

On the last day, the three sects of Jixia School Palace, after the selection of layers of the eleven outstanding disciples, remained.

The three members of the Buddhist family have been decided at the beginning of the month. The soldier's grandson Long'er only appeared at the end of the month, won six people in a row, and directly entered the top four of the soldiers.

Ou Ji, Chen Long, and Wang Chan also appeared successively, and they advanced in consecutive wins.

Duan Kun and Qin Feng fought from the beginning of the month to the end of the month, sharpening all the way, and they also accumulated a lot of experience over the years, and their cultivation went further.

As for Han Chu and Jiang Ming, both of them only appeared yesterday, Han Chu played three games, and he seriously injured his opponent on the spot, and he was ruthless and very arrogant.

Jiang Ming was down-to-earth and played four games, each of which was a dangerous victory, making outsiders look lucky.

And in the past two days, the three masters of Buddhism have stood on the high platform, their eyes are like torches, and they have never left Jiang Ming for a moment.

Today, the sun is rising, and the valley is already overcrowded, even more than on the first day of the new year. Everyone is watching who will win the final battle and which disciples will rise this year.

This can't help but be related to the dreams of many male disciples, and also related to the idols of many female disciples.

Before the game even started, there was already a lot of talk in the stands.

"Who do you think will win this time?"

"Of course, it's Gongsun Long'er, this little girl has been singing all the way, quite like her brother, both of them are disciples of Master Ou, with a deep background, and the guys in their hands have added a lot. ”

"Have you paid attention to that Wang Chan? The guy who didn't speak all day long, some people said that he came out of the tenth main peak, which was the ancestral mountain under the grass, the place where the three families converged, before the mountain was closed, the generations of descendants were all skilled to overwhelm the other nine peaks, which made many people frightened..."

"The three guys of the Buddhist family, they didn't plan to compete at all in the past 20 days, and today they just came to go through the motions, and if they can't figure it out, they just want to get a 'parallel senior brother'. ”

"I can't get used to these guys for a long time, you said that our three sects are a family, and the Taoist soldiers are in full swing, why do they have a stinky face that is not salty or light every day, and they hide when they have something, and they come out to shout and shout when they have nothing to do, and they feel alive, and they get angry when they see them. ”

"What about the Taoists? Who do you like?"

"Duan Kun and Qin Feng are both good, they have accumulated a lot of combat experience in the past month, everyone can see it, I think the first position of Taoism this time should be one of the two of them. ”

"What about Han Chu? He is known as the first genius in South Korea in a hundred years, and his cultivation has been thousands of miles a day, and in just a few months, he has already become one of the masters of the younger generation. ”

"Originally, I was also optimistic about him, but I heard that not long ago, he went to Yuqing Peak to compete with the newcomer Jiang Ming, and was seriously injured..."

"What? really? How do you know?"

"Many people have seen that his little follower Wang Dahai is more seriously injured than him, and he suffers from not having enough yuan stones to heal his injuries, and now he is still lying in bed and not getting up..."

"As the prince of a country, how can this Han Chu lack Yuan Shi, why is he reluctant to give his own people some to heal?"

"Then who knows, but I heard that the royal family is the most realistic, maybe he thinks that Wang Dahai is useless..."

In the discussion and cheers of everyone, the last day of the competition officially kicked off.

The three disciples draw lots to determine the order of play. To everyone's surprise and somewhat expected, the three masters of the Buddhist family really didn't end up fighting, just stood in one place, and kept their eyes on the Taoist platform.

Jiang Ming drew a number four, and Qin Feng number three.

Han Chu No. 1, Duan Kun No. 2.

On the last day, only two people were allowed on each platform. Han Chu and Duan Kun were already standing on the platform at this time, just waiting for the presiding elder in the corner to give an order.

The first to play on the stage of the soldiers' road were Gongsun Long'er and Ou Ji, I saw the tall Gongsun Long'er dressed in black tight-fitting black clothes shining in the early morning sun, the willow waist was almost full of hands, the front chest was proud, a long black hair was casually pulled in a bun behind the head, and a golden spear in his hand was on the ground, making him look sassy, like a little wild horse with a wild beauty.

She is heroic, her lips are like fire, and she is incomprehensibly beautiful. As soon as it appeared, thousands of male disciples in the valley screamed, and some even had nosebleeds.

Jiang Ming glanced at Gongsun Long'er and remembered the Gongsun Sheng he had seen before.

"This brother and sister, the younger sister is so graceful and graceful, and the graceful posture makes people feel pity, why is the brother so rough and heroic, with big shoulders and a round waist, and a full beard and curls... Although the men of Yan Kingdom are rough and beautiful, the individual differences between these brothers and sisters are too great..."

Jiang Ming couldn't help but think of the little fat man's incisive remarks about these two siblings a few days ago: "When he was born, God kissed his sister's face, but spit on him..."

Ou Ji was dressed in white, holding a simple long sword in his arms, and looked at Gongsun Long'er standing opposite with a smile. He has a fair and thin face, a gentle expression, and he also looks like a calm and elegant nobleman.

Han Chu and Duan Kun are both scheming people, and as soon as the two of them came on the field, they were tense, looking at each other and sneering fiercely.

Jiang Ming, who was standing on the opposite side of Han Chu in the audience, swept his eyes over Han Chu and deliberately let him find out. He pursed his lips slightly, meaning that Han Chu understood very well: "Small, his subordinates are defeated!"

The angry Han Chu's face turned blue.

Duan Kun just sneered in his eyes, he was young, but he had unkempt white hair, and his eyes looked full of madness.

At this moment, on the two platforms, the two elders shouted in unison: start!

The four figures suddenly came out like a tiger, as fast as the wind, and they did not let each other fight in two places, and the figures on the stage suddenly flew over.

As soon as Han Chu came up, he made a ruthless move, and the long sword in his hand was looking for a fatal one. Duan Kun just sneered, holding his sword and seeing the move, the two of them were on equal footing, and they were afraid that it would be difficult to distinguish for a while.

On the other side, Gongsun Long'er snorted softly, and the spear in his hand was like a spirit snake breathing, wandering in all directions, and the battlefield was controlled within the range that was most beneficial to him. Ou Ji's long sword was unsheathed, and the sword walked lightly, and from time to time the tip of the sword came into contact with the spear, but there was a loud noise.

Gongsun Long'er seems to be weak, but he takes the pure and fierce road of the soldiers, opening and closing, and the momentum is magnificent. Ou Ji cultivated deeply, and the sword in his hand was at ease, and the two tested each other, and it was difficult to distinguish between victory and defeat for a while.

The aura of the Taoist Shangqing is full of blue light, like a fairy mist, and the golden spears and snow-bright swords of the soldiers are all wrapped in golden light, which looks particularly gorgeous in the sun.

The sound of fierce fighting, light cheers, and the sound of weapons colliding in the field are endless, and the sound of gold and iron is endless, and the sun is gradually rising, and the people in the field have been fighting for half an hour.

Although Han Chu is ruthless, he is not as experienced as Duan Kun, who often fights to exchange injuries for injuries when he succeeds, so that Han Chu is bound and cannot act boldly. The more time passed, the more anxious Han Chu became, and his moves were disordered and out of order. It's about to fall.

On the other side, Gongsun Long'er's body was full of vitality, and the spear in his hand made it more and more convenient, and the shadows of the spears were virtual and real, and there was a tendency to surround the opponent.