Immediately afterwards, under the arrangement of many deacons, all the disciples of the sect lined up in an orderly manner to receive the number plate.

They didn't dare to go beyond the slightest, they didn't want to leave a bad impression on the seniors above, and it would be a pity to lose points in this regard.

Ji Chuan lined up in the middle of the line, following the long line, moving forward little by little.

Soon, Ji Chuan came to the number plate box, and just as he was about to draw the number plate, a familiar voice came into his ears.

Ji Chuan's eyes shrank, and he raised his head silently, revealing a scrutinizing gaze.

"Boy, the Blood Transformation Sect is not a good place for you, but you can participate in this competition, come to me after the competition, and I will choose a good place for you. ”

This familiar voice, Ji Chuan knew it was Yin Lao's voice as soon as he heard it.

"Teleportation!"

Ji Chuan's heart was shocked, as you can imagine, even if he had already thought that Yin Lao was a martial arts master, he didn't expect it to be underestimated.

Ji Chuan's gaze swept to Yin Lao's position, at this time he was squinting his eyes as if he was asleep, and no one knew what he was thinking.

It seems like a long time, but in fact it is only between lightning and flint.

No one in the room felt anything.

Seeing this, Ji Chuan smiled indifferently, his hand that was stagnant in the air, reached into the box and took out a number plate, and then retreated to the back.

Soon, the number plate collection was quickly over.

"Okay, the respective number plates have been received, and then the competition officially begins. ”

A deacon was the first to stand up and declare.

Then, he continued: "Let's announce the rules of the game, in fact, the rules of the game are very simple, first of all, it is to fight against each other. ”

"For example, No. 1 vs. No. 458 vs. No. 458, No. 2 vs. No. 457, two by two, until all the battles are completed and the first round of the battle is over. ”

"Okay, let's start the fight. ”

"No. 1 vs. No. 458, please go to the martial arts platform. ”

When the deacon's voice sounded, two people walked out of the crowd, and they knew that they were outer disciples as soon as they looked at their clothes.

Obviously, the competition between the two is not interesting, which leads to a lack of interest in this on the stage.

These two outer disciples used clumsy martial arts and directly killed each other, without a trace of affection.

Soon, the results came.

A horse-faced outer disciple went to victory, while the outer disciple in front of him was not so lucky, and was lying in a pool of blood at this time.

However, no one would look at him sympathetically, and immediately the body collapsed in a pool of blood and was dragged away.

No one felt that this horse-faced outer sect disciple was excessive, but instead took it for granted, because only in this way could they survive in the demon gate.

"In the first game, the number one wins. ”

The first one took less than three minutes.

Immediately after that, the second one followed.

"In the second game, No. 2 vs. No. 457. ”

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The fights continued, and there were always people who were either killed or injured in each fight, and I am afraid that this fight would cause a lot of casualties.

The martial arts platform has long been stained red by scarlet blood, and it looks particularly strange in the rising sun.

Ji Chuan has been observing the fights on the stage, and he can also learn a lot from them, ruthless tricks and difficult martial arts.

Ji Chuan is constantly absorbing and enhancing his experience and ability.

Suddenly, the disciples in the field at this time made Ji Chuan hold his breath and stare intently at the stage.

Just as Ji Chuan was staring at the stage, a gaze on the stage followed as if it were substance, shooting directly at Ji Chuan.

Facing this compelling gaze, Ji Chuan smiled.

At this time, standing in the middle of the field was Mu Jue, who had only seen him not long ago.

In the middle of the field, Mu Jue sneered, but the outer disciple on the opposite side was a little uneasy in his heart, after all, the inner disciple.

The next moment, Mu Jue's left hand touched the hilt of the knife, which was as black as ink.

Suddenly, a bright light flashed, and everyone only felt a flower in front of them.

"Bang!"

The outer disciple didn't even prepare, and he had already opened his eyes wide and fell to the ground.

It is estimated that the outer disciple did not expect that even if the other party was an inner disciple, the gap would not be so big, and he didn't even pull out his weapon.

The outer disciple who fell to the ground, blood gushing from his throat, but no one paid attention to him.

All eyes were focused on Mu Jue, who was the protagonist at this time.

"This trick seems to have touched the artistic conception, and it is terrible that the acquired realm can actually touch the threshold of the artistic conception. The elder of the Blood Transformation Sect, who had always been lacking interest, finally sat up straight, his eyes staring at Mu Jue for a moment, and his mouth was full of praise.

Although the sect master and elder of the Tongtian Demon Sect next to him didn't quite understand what the artistic conception was, seeing that the elders of the Blood Transformation Sect were so impressed, it seemed that it was also a great thing.

Thinking so, their eyes turned to Mu Jue, with a look of curiosity in their eyes.

"Hey, the artistic conception of fart, don't be ashamed. Elder Yin, who had been squinting, opened his eyes at this time, glanced at the elder of the Blood Transformation Sect with disdain, and said mockingly.

"Huh!"

At this moment, the elder of the Blood Transformation Sect was stunned by what was said, and he didn't know what was going on at all.

However, he did not dare to refute it in the slightest.

I had no choice but to get up and apologize to Elder Yin, and humbly asked: "Senior Yin, that disciple just now has indeed touched the threshold of the artistic conception, and it should be the artistic conception of death." ”

"Hmph, that's just a trick of self-harm, and the so-called artistic conception is also caused by this trick being too domineering. ”

Yin Lao had disdain on his face, obviously not agreeing with the artistic conception of this Laoshizi, but he also explained.

And the elder of the Blood Transformation Sect was still stunned, and he still didn't understand what was going on, but he was not to blame, he couldn't see it normal in this realm.

"Don't think about it, you can't figure it out if your head is broken. ”

Seeing this, Elder Yin waved his hand with a look of disgust on his face, and asked the elder of the Blood Transformation Sect to leave directly.

"Yes, Senpai!"

In desperation, the elder of the Blood Transformation Sect had no choice but to continue to watch the competition, but after Elder Yin's suggestion, his interest in Mu Jue dropped a lot.

The short man is tall, even if Mu Jue's value is much lower, but that knife is still very amazing, and it also impresses him.

"It should be a bloody knife, I didn't expect this thing to be handed down, but this kid is afraid that his life will not be long, and my old man has no ability to save him. ”

Yin Lao continued to squint his eyes, a hint of pity flashed in his eyes, and said secretly.

Mu in the field didn't know these things, and even if he knew, he wouldn't care.

Now, all he cares about is Ji Chuan.

Because, Ji Chuan is his only hope.

Mu Jue came to the edge of the martial arts platform, jumped off the martial arts platform, and walked straight to the position where Ji Chuan was.

On the stage, the competition continued.

Instead, Ji Chuan and Mu Jue looked at each other and smiled.