Finally, the day of the competition has arrived, and the crowded central square is crowded. More than ten zhang high, there were black-clothed inferior disciples who were busy going back and forth in the ring.

The dense crowd cut off everything in the venue, Zhou Cong was dressed in white, with his hands behind his back, and walked over leisurely with the three of them. The crowd instantly and automatically dodged out of a passage.

Zhou Cong smiled and nodded to the black-clothed disciples on both sides to express his gratitude, and even the white-clothed disciples inside couldn't help but look back, opening a way for him.

But Zhou Cong felt that those eyes were not looking at him, and all his eyes swept towards the two beauties beside Zhou Cong unscrupulously.

"Hehe, this junior sister, my name is Zhang Qiuqiu, can you get to know me!" Finally, Zhou Cong and the others were still blocked from going, Zhou Cong raised his eyes, and a disciple dressed in black who looked like a meat ball stared at Xue Wu and said.

"Giggles!" Xue Wu actually laughed and said, "I'm sorry, fat brother, I don't like fat people!"

"Oh!" The fat man let out a somewhat depressed sigh and walked straight towards Zhao Min: "Sister, I don't know if you like fat brother?"

Zhao Min ignored the sudden accosting, as if he hadn't heard or seen, the fat man froze there, his face was full of embarrassment, his face suddenly changed with a smile, and he grabbed Zhao Min's hand: "Sister, don't look at me fat, but I have strength all over my body!"

Suddenly caught by a strange man, Zhao Min roared angrily!

"What? you let Lao Tzu go?" The fat man's face immediately changed, and he rolled up his sleeves and was about to start: "I don't believe it, I can't subdue this hairy girl!"

The Heavenly Sword Sect has a strict hierarchy, the black clothes are the inferior disciples, the white clothes are the superior disciples, and the gold clothes are the head disciples, although he has always been called Bai Qingfeng, but Zhou Cong never thought that he had any connection with the Heavenly Sword Sect, so he never wore the golden clothes that echoed Bai Qingfeng's identity, even on such a major occasion today, he was also dressed in white as before.

Although he was only wearing a white robe, he was not something that an inferior disciple could provoke! But looking at Zhang Qiuqiu, he didn't seem to look at his white clothes.

Zhou Cong took a step crosswise, grabbed Zhang Qiuqiu's fat arm, lightly shifted, and said in a deep voice: "Please respect yourself"

"Oops, it hurts me, my arm is broken. Zhang Qiuqiu howled loudly, as if he was really seriously injured. From time to time, his eyes wandered around.

"Who? I see who doesn't have long eyes and dares to bully my brother Zhang Xiaomao!" With the voice, a young man as thin as a bamboo pole walked over from the crowd.

When he saw Zhou Cong, although he was stunned, his face sank instantly: "Are you bullying my brother? Do you know who I am?"

Zhou Cong shook his head with a smile, looking at him a little blankly, watching his performance like a monkey show.

The thin man Zhang Xiaomao squinted his eyes and padd his feet, tilted his head and said: "I am the fourth elder sitting down the eldest disciple, don't say that you are a mere white-clothed disciple, even if you are an ordinary gold-clothed disciple, you have to be polite and give three points when you see me!"

"Oh!" Zhou Cong replied casually: "What is a gold-clothed disciple? I don't know if Bai Qingfeng is considered a gold-clothed disciple?"

"Phew, you also deserve to mention Senior Brother Bai's name. Zhang Xiaomao said very squeamishly.

Zhou Cong said teasingly: "Do you know who I am?"

"Lao Tzu doesn't care who you are," Zhang Xiaomao pouted and said, "Anyway, I'm just a nobody! Don't compare my identity with me, I'm the eldest disciple of the Four Elders!"

Zhang Xiaomao was spitting and spitting, and suddenly there was a crisp sound, Zhang Xiaomao screamed, covered his face and turned around in place a few times, and scolded in his mouth: "Who the fuck beat me?"

Slowly, a tall old man stood there as if he appeared out of thin air: "I hit you, do you want to fight back?" The voice was thick and majestic, full of the coercion of the superior. It turned out that the fourth elder was here in person, did he want to stand up for his apprentice?

"Master!" Zhang Xiaomao covered his face and bowed respectfully to the old man, and said, "Master, the disciple has seen the master." Saying that, Zhang Xiaomao forgot about Zhou Cong proudly. It seems to be really provocative.

The four elders didn't seem to see Zhang Xiaomao, but they turned their faces to Zhou Cong and said, "If you don't teach strictly, the teacher is lazy!

Zhang Xiaomao stared at the four elders with an unbelievable face, and his mouth was wide open and speechless. It's just that one hand trembled and pointed at Zhou Cong, as if he wanted to say something.

Zhou Cong smiled and bowed slightly to the four elders, turned his head to Zhang Xiaomao and said, "Senior Brother Zhang, when you come out in the future, ask the reason first, and blindly protect you, one day you will offend people you can't afford to offend!"

After speaking, he walked through the crowd without looking back, the wide soft chair at the front of the crowd was already full of people, and Zhou Cong didn't seem to know anyone except Wang Qingyu, and he didn't want to know him anyway.

Looking around, the legendary ten elders, except for the four elders who appeared just now, the rest of the elders did not appear, but there were nine mirrors on the nine wide chairs on both sides of the ring.

"Quiet!" With a high-pitched shout, a tall figure landed in the ring, it was the four elders, I saw him looking around the audience with a majestic bearing, at this moment it seemed that it was not him personally, but the entire Heavenly Sword Sect, and in an instant, even those disciples who usually did not take these elders in their eyes became quiet.

He glanced back at the mirror on the high platform behind him, nodded, and then said, "I announce that the Heavenly Sword Gate Secret Realm Great Competition will start now. ”

"This competition will select ten young disciples who are qualified to enter the secret realm! In the first round of elimination, for the drawing competition, the disciples who caught the same note started to compete on the stage from the first day. ”

As he spoke, he saw the four elders wave their hands, and a huge spherical object appeared in the center of the ring, and in the middle of the sphere, a small opening that could only reach into the hand.

One hundred disciples of the head of the sect leaped onto the stage one by one, put their hands into their small mouths, grabbed the words in their hands one by one, and returned to their seats without speaking.

Zhou Cong stretched out his hand, and a character appeared in front of him, No. 15!

Zhou Cong smiled and put the note away, fortunately, No. 15 didn't have to rush to the stage, and there was still time to rest, so he squinted his eyes comfortably and hummed a little song, waiting for his time on stage. It seems that except for the disciples who came to the stage, the gold-clothed disciples below are not interested in the competition of others, and they all close their eyes and recuperate!

But there was also a pair of vicious eyes, staring at him deadly!"Hehehe! Your time as Bai Qingfeng is running out!"

Hey, it's been too long, it's not in the state at all, sorry!