"Who is he, and what is your identity?" Lu Xu looked at Fu Jundie with fixed eyes, as if he wanted to see her clearly.

Seeing the expressions of the two, He Bing had already walked away with interest, leaving them room to speak.

He ...... He's my fiancé. Fu Jundie's hands were tightly intertwined, and he whispered after a while.

"Huh?" Lu Xu felt an irrepressible anger in his heart, and the coldness in his eyes could even be felt by Fu Wudie on the side.

"Brother Lu, don't get me wrong, my sister didn't agree. Seeing Lu Xu's gloomy expression, Fu Wudie hurriedly explained.

"What do you mean?" Lu Xu slowly exhaled a depressed breath.

"His name is Feng Yulang, and he is the eldest grandson of the Feng family of the Yan State Xiuxian family, and he is also the most outstanding son of the Feng family. Eight years ago, he worshiped under the Purple Void Peak with the qualifications of the two spirit roots, and I have had a marriage contract with him since childhood. Fu Jundie explained in a low voice.

"I don't care about that, I just want to know what you mean. Lu Xu's eyes widened, and he looked at Fu Jundie and said.

"I have never agreed to this marriage, but my father values Feng Yulang very much, and when I left home, I made an agreement with my father that as long as I can build a successful foundation, he will no longer interfere in my marriage. Fu Jundie hurriedly explained.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Hearing Fu Jundie's explanation, the anger in Lu Xu's heart finally dissipated most of it.

"I'm afraid you'll be angry, and Feng Yulang is very strong, I'm afraid ......" Fu Jundie's eyes turned red and he wanted to cry.

When Lu Xu saw Fu Jundie's appearance, he couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart, and was about to comfort him softly.

At this moment, on the high platform, the head of the Zixiao Sect stepped forward and said in a loud voice:

"The big competition of the sect starts now, and the disciples on the Zixiao Tablet are arranged according to their ranks, and they are left in one hundred rings, and the empty rings are free to guard. Ordinary disciples will challenge these famous disciples, the winner will stay, and the loser will step down. Ordinary disciples only have three chances to challenge, and once they exceed it, they will be disqualified. And for the same named disciple, one person can only challenge once, and cannot be challenged consecutively. ”

Hearing these words, the disciples at the platform naturally stirred.

At this moment, with a wave of the head of the Zixiao Sect, a small flag suddenly fell out of thin air on the platform, and they all turned into poles and flags and were inserted on the side of the stone platform in a neat row.

These flags are purple and gold, and they are inscribed with conspicuous runes on the surface, each of which is shining with a strange brilliance, and it seems that the array flag of the defensive circle is arranged.

At the same time, nearly a hundred blue-robed monks flew in from the surrounding volleys, landing on more than 100 platforms, and seemed to be the referees to preside over the ring.

The disciples on the side of the ring immediately divided into nearly 100 streams of people with a "boom", and they surrounded these rings separately.

Of course, there were more than a dozen rings empty in the end, and there were more crowds. These empty rings were all empty disciples who had successfully built the foundation or who were over thirty years old and had been removed from the Zixiao Sect.

Because as is customary in the past, once the challenge begins, these empty rings tend to be the most competitive.

The sound of "whoosh" and "whoosh" is great!

From the bottom of the ring, one by one figures rose into the air, and a famous disciple of the Zixiao Monument all stood on top of their own ring, all with different expressions, but most of them had an extraordinary atmosphere, which made people dare not underestimate them. Among them, the core disciples in the ring from 1 to 10 are the most imposing.

Almost as soon as these famous disciples went up, some people jumped out of these rings one after another, directly indicating the people to challenge, and in some cases, there were even four or five people jumping into the ring at the same time.

The blue-robed monk who presided over the ring asked these people and their opponents to sign life and death orders one by one, and activated the protective magic circles arranged on the battle flags of these rings to avoid damage to the ring.

Layers of white and luminous light curtains emerged, enveloping all these rings under them, as if they were small spaces.

A pair of opponents were casting spells or sacrificing magic weapons in these rings, and immediately began to fight, and after a while, they caused bursts of exclamations from everyone outside the light curtain.

After Lu Xu announced the start of the Zixiao Sect, he separated from the Fu Jundie sisters, who were weak and could only challenge the disciples who were ranked lower.

Lu Xu walked directly to the ring of the tenth to first core disciples, and watched carefully with his arms crossed.

No one in these ten rings immediately stepped forward to challenge, but there were also a lot of people crowded nearby, and many people were talking in low voices while looking at the ten core disciples in the ring.

For Lu Xu, participating in the big competition this time, he naturally has to win a place in the top ten at the very least, so as to seek more resources and benefits, not to mention anything else, just the core disciples can go to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to exchange contribution points for exercises and secret arts, which is worth fighting for.

In this way, the real opponents in his mind are naturally the core disciples of the top ten, as well as other challengers who also want to enter this list.

Lu Xu's gaze only swept around the ring, and he immediately found some familiar faces such as He Bing, Xiao Mubai, Xue Yutong, and others, as well as some other disciples who looked strange but had quite extraordinary cultivation.

When these people saw Lu Xu appear here, some of them were expressionless, and some of them were slightly surprised.

As for the top ten disciples in the ring, Lu Xu looked at a burly young man at first glance

This person had his hair scattered, and his cultivation was only at the eighth level of the Qi Refining Period, but he was ranked third among the core disciples. At this moment, he sat cross-legged under the banner of the flag, his eyes closed, and seemed indifferent to everything in the outside world.

This person is not simple, he can get the top ten in the last competition with such cultivation, and his skills must be extremely extraordinary.

And in the number one ring, it is naturally Mu Ying, who is in his twenties and quite handsome.

In the second-ranked ring, there was a fat man who was smiling and groaning, and his fat face was full of harmless smiles from humans and animals.

Under the fourth ring is a woman with a pretty face, and in the fifth ring is a young man with a sallow face.

The sixth in the ring is ......

Lu Xu looked at these core disciples one by one, and his mind was spinning rapidly.

Unlike the previous rings, where people have already started to compete, these ten rings have been calm, and it seems that everyone is watching, and no one is willing to be the first bird.

However, the blue-robed monk in charge of presiding over these ten rings seemed to be accustomed to this situation, and only closed his eyes and recuperated, indifferent to everything.

Finally, about a quarter of an hour later, a figure flew up from under the stage.

"Disciple Zhao Qian, I want to challenge Senior Brother Fang, who is ranked tenth!" The person who jumped on the stage was a young man with an ordinary face, holding a small cyan flag in his hand, and said to the blue-robed monk in the tenth ring with a calm expression.

"Hahahaha, if you want to challenge me, there are really people who are not afraid of death. On the tenth ring, there was a bald young man standing, and when he heard this, he said with a long laugh.

"Okay, you sign the life and death documents first!" the blue-robed monk raised his hand and pointed, and a blood-colored leather scroll flew out, floating steadily in midair.

Seeing this, the two young men with the flag immediately walked over, squeezed out a drop of essence blood on each of the leather rolls, and then took a few steps back and looked at each other from a distance.

The brilliance on the leather scroll flashed, and a blood-colored rune appeared and quickly dissipated.

Seeing this, the blue-robed monk raised his hand and returned the leather scroll, and said lightly:

"The contest starts now!"

As soon as the words fell, he suddenly stomped his feet, and a magic circle on the entire ring flashed away, and a large white light curtain emerged, covering the ring under it, and at the same time, his figure retreated, and also took the lead out of the light mask, and slowly flew into the air, staying directly above the light mask.

"Poof".

The young man holding the flag moved his wrist, and the small cyan flag in his hand immediately turned into a wind and rolled out.

"Breaking the Wind Banner!" Seeing this, the bald young man laughed wildly, and after reciting the words in his mouth, the golden spiritual pattern on the surface of his body flashed, and his body suddenly flashed with a burst of golden aura, and the whole person turned into a golden Arhat-like golden man, and "Huh" and "Huh" several punches struck out one after another, and an invisible giant force surged out.

The several wind blades carried in the wind were pressed by the huge force surging from the opposite side, and after an immediate condensation, they rolled back with a muffled sound.

The flag-carrying young man was caught off guard, only to feel that his breath suddenly tightened in front of him, and his entire body flew out backwards under the impact of a huge force, and hit the wall behind him, his expression immediately became sluggish, and he opened his mouth and spurted out several mouthfuls of blood.

The bald young man turned into a gold man, but immediately strode over with great strides.

"Impossible, this, you are the Golden Body and Proud Bone Recipe of the Buddha Sect, it is impossible, how can you practice the Golden Body and Proud Bone Technique during the Qi Refining Period...... I throw in the towel. When the young man with the flag saw this, he was immediately frightened and immediately opened his mouth to admit defeat.

"Hmph, hahahaha!" As soon as Jin Ren's footsteps stopped, he snorted coldly and laughed wildly, then he put away the exercises, and his body returned to normal.

The magic circle flashed again in the ring, and the light curtain disappeared, and the young man with the flag hurriedly jumped off the stage with a panicked face, and left the place in a blink of an eye.

The blue-robed monk then fell from the sky, glanced at the bald youth in amazement before announcing that the bald youth had won, and then quietly waited for the next challenger.

I don't know if it was because the bald young man was too powerful before, this time he waited for the time of two pillars of incense before someone stepped into the top ten rings again.

This man was a young man of twenty-five or sixteen years old with a dark face, his body was like a beast, and his face was cold. As soon as Fang stepped forward, he bowed to one of the blue-robed monks and said:

"This senior uncle, junior Liu Kun, wants to challenge Senior Brother Wang, who is ranked seventh!"

As soon as he opened his mouth, many people immediately looked at this person in surprise.

You have to know that the difference in strength between the seventh and tenth places is very staggering. Generally speaking, the challenge starts from the 10th, and unless you are extremely confident in yourself, you will not cross the ranking challenge.