When the sixteen people stood on the high ring in turn, they saw an old woman slowly holding a bamboo basket in her arms and stopping for a moment in front of each disciple who was about to compete, and in this bamboo basket in the old woman's arms, sixteen bamboo sticks were also placed, and then each contestant chose to draw one immediately. When the bamboo sticks were drawn out by the contestants one by one, these contestants found that the bamboo sticks in their hands were all marked with a numerical code.

"The two who have drawn the number one, please take a step forward and report to the court, so that the old body can record it. ”

After the sixteen disciples finished drawing in turn, the old woman bent her back, seemed to tremble, took out an inkstone, a pen and a bamboo slip from the bamboo basket she was holding just now, and then said softly.

As soon as the old woman's words fell, she saw that the sixteen disciples above the high pitch picked up the bamboo stick in their hands one after another, and then looked around at each other, and after looking at each other's other disciples, two disciples slowly walked out of the sixteen.

"Disciple Martial God Yuan Murong Miao. ”

Murong Miao saluted with both hands, and then bowed in respect.

"Disciple Wushenyuan Zhang Jinnan. ”

There were only two people separated from Murong Miao, and Zhang Jinnan also bowed to each other.

"Well, the old body has written it down, you are the first one, now you can start to prepare. If you get the two people on the second draw, please take a step forward and report yourself. ”

After recording the first group of two sides, the old woman asked again, and in the subsequent process, the original team of sixteen people was divided into eight competing teams.

The specific order of participation is as follows:

The first game: Martial God Yuan Murong Miao vs. Martial God Yuan Zhang Jinnan.

Match 2: Sword Qi Sect Gao Yi vs. Bodhi Pavilion Murong Shuang.

Match 3: Drunken Pavilion Qin Xin vs. Martial God Yuan Dong Wei.

Match 4: Sword Qi Sect Cai Zhen vs. Xiaoyao Sect Yue Qin Ming.

Scene 5: Martial God Yuan Du Jian vs. Xiaoyao Sect Captain Chi Liuli.

Match 6: Xiaoyao Zong Lu Ziming vs. Drunken Pavilion Prince Fu.

Match 7: Sword Qi Sect Liu Luoluo vs. Martial God Yuan Yang Tianyang.

Match 8: Drunken Pavilion Gao Yuyuan vs. Sword Qi Sect Cui Kexin.

So far, the eight participating teams have been officially selected, and as the temporarily changed selection rules, these eight competitions are all one-sided elimination system, that is, one party admits defeat, and will not be able to participate in the semi-finals of eight into four. And with the birth of these eight election teams, this suddenly made the hearts of the onlookers in the entire battlefield boil, because the election in previous years was just a few predetermined disciples going through the motions, far less exciting than today, even if the competition has not started yet, but in the hearts of the disciples, they have long been unable to hold back their emotions. For a while, bursts of wild shouts broke out from the crowd in the entire arena from time to time, if you listen carefully, it is not difficult to hear the content of these wild shouts, which is directly aimed at the name of the election disciple above the high level, and the highest voice among them is undoubtedly the leader of the new generation of disciples who represent the Martial God Yuan and the Sword Qi Sect, Murong Miao and Liu Luoluo, but there are also some disciples from other rooms, who are also trying their best to cheer for the representatives of their own room.

"The first one, begin!"

When the district manager settled the rest of the disciples to be on the field and began to wait on one side, only Murong Miao and Zhang Jinnan, who were about to start the election, were left on top of Gao Jiao, and after the field manager shouted the order, Zhang Jinnan took the lead in turning his fist into a claw and probed straight towards Murong Miao's face.

"Oh my God, this is too fast, is this Senior Brother Zhang's strength?"

Seeing Zhang Jinnan's move, he suddenly shocked the disciples of the outer courtyard who were closer to Gao Zheng. And his hand also made the old guys on the wooden platform in the distance nod their heads with satisfaction.

"Senior Brother Murong, let's take this opportunity today to have a good exchange, I know that you guy likes to hide clumsy, anyway, I'll put the words down first, I will go all out today, you have to be careful!"

After Zhang Jinnan laughed wildly, he saw that his right claw was already very close to Murong Miao's front door.

I saw Murong Miao's eyes relaxed, and he looked helplessly at his senior brother Zhang, who could get hot without paying attention, and couldn't help sighing. And when he sighed with this breath, he saw him tilt his body slightly to the left like lightning, and then his right hand turned into a palm, and quickly attacked Zhang Jinnan's right claw wrist.

"Hahaha, I said junior brother, you underestimate me too much. ”

Although Zhang Jinnan didn't see Murong Miao's movements clearly, but he had cultivated his six senses extremely accurately after years of hard cultivation, even if he couldn't see Murong Miao's movements clearly, but the perception that his own body reflected back to his brain at the moment of danger made him know that if he didn't change his moves in a hurry, he was likely to suffer a big loss.

I saw Zhang Jinnan laugh loudly, and then hurriedly withdrew his right claw in mid-air, and then turned his left hand into a palm, and with a light touch on Murong Miao's palm, he took off in the air, changing his moves in mid-air, and with the impact of swooping down, a heavy whip kick kicked down towards Murong Miao's right palm.

"Beautiful, this kid is so beautiful!"

Looking at Zhang Jinnan's homeopathic change of tactics above Gao Gao, Murong Xuan not only praised it wantonly.

Martial God Yuan is originally known for his fist and foot kung fu, so in this room, all the disciples who can take it are basically the kind of very solid existence in their own fist and foot kung fu. And with Zhang Jinnan's temporary change of moves, Murong Miao was not just shocked.

Good guy, why hasn't Senior Brother Zhang seen him for a few days, and he is good at this kung fu.

In order to offset the pressure on his side from Zhang Jinnan's whip leg just now, Murong Miao could only roll backwards with a seemingly embarrassed body for several weeks, so that he could barely digest the whip leg just now. But before Murong Miao could recover his breath, Zhang Jinnan, who missed the blow, turned his palm into a fist again, retracted his right fist to his abdomen, and then kicked the high under his feet violently, and saw that his whole person instantly exploded towards Murong Miao's flying body not far away.

"Senior Brother Zhang, you fucking come with me!"

Looking at Zhang Jinnan's move, Murong Miao suddenly yelled in shock.

"This Martial God Wall is really a place to produce talents, if it takes time, Zhang Jinnan's child will definitely be the future star of my Phantom Wine Shop." ”

And looking at Zhang Jinnan, who was about to blast in front of Murong Miao, Murong Xuan on the wooden platform not only sighed.