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At this time, Xia Die's expression was calm, her hands folded around her waist, and she was quietly waiting for Dabi's arrival, which made many people's hearts feel a little empty.

These people have different strengths, in terms of breath induction, the only thing that makes Yu Yilie feel tricky is Mo Feng, this guy, he can't beat it, unless he uses those few things.

It was a kind of arrogance that was unbreakable and contemptuous of everything, and belonged to the unique temperament of powerful sword cultivation.

Fortunately, this guy is not without weaknesses, and a hint of a smile flashed across the corner of Yu Yilie's mouth.

But there are not only these powerful characters in the various sects, for example, the other personal disciple of the Sword Spirit Pavilion Sect Master, the ancestor maniac, and the old disciple who entered the sect earlier.

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After a stick of incense, a group of people slowly stepped out of the hall.

I saw that the first person was wearing a jade crown and a purple robe, and he looked like he was only in the prime of life, but he was the current sect master of the Five Elements Sect, Shangguan Hong, who had reached the realm of foundation building and consummation.

Behind him, there were more than ten people in total, and all of them were cultivators above the foundation building period.

When the group walked out of the main hall, the people who were originally whispering couldn't help but quiet down, waiting for them to announce the start of the big competition.

The sect masters and elders of the other sects, he had seen a few people, but Shangguan Hong, who was the master of the Sword Spirit Pavilion and the sect master, Yu Yilie saw it for the first time, and he couldn't help but look at it.

Dressed in a purple-gold robe, he looks like he is only in his thirties, and his appearance is middle-to-top, neither the kind of fierce momentum, nor the dusty aura of a Taoist master.

But he just raised one hand on his chest, and everything looked light, as if no matter how big the scene was, it was nothing more than that.

And beside his cheap master Yuan Jin, there was a crimson bearded man and an old man with a goatee, who must have been his Blazing Sky Peak's sect master Wen Huode and Elder Di Xiu.

Although he already knew the name of Di Yang's father, it was the first time he had seen it, but he didn't linger too long.

Among these elders, the only one he was somewhat familiar with was Sikong Yuan, who was beside Shangguan Hong, the person in charge of the last trip to the secret realm.

As for the other dozen or so people in different clothes, he didn't have much of an impression, and even if he did, it was only a distant relationship.

When Shangguan Hong came to the front of the main hall and stopped, after looking around slightly, he said lightly without anger: "My Five Elements Sect has added a lot of fresh blood, which is really gratifying! Well, Dabi has officially begun!"

When the disciples heard this, the atmosphere rose for a while.

On the edge of the three rings, all the deacons were busy and began to draw lots from the registered disciples to decide their opponents.

However, a moment later, the first competition of the three levels of disciples was decided.

"The first game of the primary ring! Xu Chong under the Blazing Sky Peak against the cold stream under the Youquan Sea Gate!"

"The first battle of the intermediate ring!

"The first battle of the high-level ring! Qu Ze, a subordinate of Blazing Sky Peak, is crazy about the ancestors of the Sword Spirit Pavilion!"

In the lively crowd, when the disciples of each sect heard the name, they all quickly walked out of one or two disciples and stepped into the ring.

And Yu Yilie, who was originally bored in the crowd, couldn't help but perk up when he heard that there was an ancestor madness in the list of disciples in the battle!

I thought it would be a boring wait for a long time, but now it seems that this big competition is still a little interesting.

He looked around, but he didn't find him in the phalanx of the disciples of the Sword Spirit Pavilion.

"Well?!, what about people?" Yu Yilie couldn't help but muttered to himself in confusion.

"Senior brother, what are you looking at?" Wu Chen couldn't help but ask out loud when he saw his strange behavior.

"Eh, Senior Brother, did those deacons just now shout the name of the Ancestor Maniac?" Yu Yilie asked uncertainly.

"Yes, don't worry, junior brother, we will all have a chance to come to the stage later. Now we can observe and observe first, so that we can understand what methods they have. Wu Chen reminded in a low voice.

Hearing this, Yu Yilie nodded, signaling that he knew, and when Wu Chen saw this, he didn't say anything more, but turned his attention to the ring.

The sound of cheering and cheering came out from the phalanx of all the disciples, and the first competition was naturally the key moment that determined the momentum!

I saw that in the primary and intermediate rings, two disciples were already in place, staring at each other tightly, as if they wanted to defeat the opponent with their eyes.

As long as the deacon announces the start, it is estimated that they will do their best to win the first competition and strengthen the momentum of their own door!

However, in the high-level ring, only Qu Ze of Blazing Sky Peak stood alone in the ring, and he did not see the figure of the disciple ancestor of the Sword Spirit Pavilion.

Time passed little by little, and soon all the disciples noticed the abnormality, and they couldn't help but whisper and become restless, and the deacons around the ring were also under pressure and were at a loss.

If this disciple's identity was average, they would have announced that they would have cancelled his qualification for the competition. However, this guy's identity is a bit special, he is the sect master's personal disciple, which makes them very embarrassed.

At the edge of the platform of the main hall, looking at the ancestor who had disappeared in the third ring, Shangguan Hong couldn't help frowning slightly, and his face was a little ugly.

At this time, Sikong Yuan, who was beside him, couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "Senior brother, aren't you crazy that kid cultivating in your Chongyuan room?"

Shangguan Hong was stunned when he heard this, and then said with a slightly unnatural expression: "Well, that's true, I guess I forgot the time." Senior brother, go and arrest that kid, we can't be a deserter in the Sword Spirit Pavilion!"

When Sikong Yuan heard this, he immediately responded to the order and left the hall without moving.

The masters of the other sects naturally listened to it, although Shangguan Hong, who was the sect master in his heart, was negligent in teaching his disciples, but there was no expression on his face, as if he hadn't heard it, and his eyes looked at the field meticulously.

Everything just happened in Chacha Kung Fu, but most of the disciples in the audience became more and more agitated, complaining and discussing.

The few disciples who understood the reason kept silent, quietly watching the field, waiting for Dabi to start.

Yu Yilie naturally felt the subtle atmosphere in the field, and wanted to see what was so powerful about this guy with the golden spirit root, but he didn't think that this guy was absent at this critical moment.

Could it be that this guy is relying on the identity of the sect master's personal disciple to be invincible, playing a big name, or forgetting the time?

After another quarter of an hour, under the complaints of all the disciples, a person slowly flew into the sky in the distance, it was Sikong Yuan who was dressed in a golden robe. In his hands, a burly young man was being carried by him like a chicken, flying over the ring.

Sikong Yuan mercilessly threw the burly young man under the stage, and then flew back to the main hall with the sword, came to Shangguan Hong's side, and looked at his senior brother with a strange expression.

"Ahem, junior brother, let them announce the start of the competition. Shangguan Hong coughed awkwardly twice and spoke.

"Quiet!!The competition has officially begun!" Sikong Yuan took two steps forward helplessly and waved his hand.

The disciples waited for so long, and obviously knew the reason from the same door, although there were quite complaints, but who let that guy be the sect master's disciple?

At the moment, I had to silently look at the field and pay attention to the progress of the competition, but most of everyone's eyes were obviously focused on the high-level ring, or the ancestor maniac.

But I saw that this guy had a Chinese face, burly but disheveled, as if he had just been fished out of the water, and the beads of sweat on his face had not yet dried.