At the beginning of Dabi, with Ding Chunqiu's order, many of the registered star disciples came to the stage to draw lots, and they were full of vitality one by one, with the spirit of Xiang Shang, they reached out and touched their own number plates.

Knowing that the cruel elimination of the road means death, there are still too many people who choose to give it a go. Here are the status, rights, and martial arts secrets they want.

As long as you show your face, as long as you win, everything is at your fingertips. No one wants to live in obscurity, and no one doesn't want to be a master of a generation. Death is not terrible, what is terrible is not dreaming. Ambition is the driving force to move forward, as a martial artist, if you lose your progress, then you can only be an ordinary and ordinary person.

Pan Dao ignored these people, he led Dugu Xiaomeng's grandson to sit aside and talk about family life. Originally, I didn't worry that they would follow them back to the Xingzhu Sect together, but I was afraid that I would encounter danger on the way, so I wrote a letter to Li Qiushui to send someone to Mantuo Villa to entrust it with care. After a few months, this time Dugu's grandson also followed Li Qingluo.

"Wen Bo, I am a lot relieved that you can come to the Star Sect safely. I'll go back later, I'll arrange a place for you to stay. Stay with me from now on, so that you may be safe. Pan Dao's words showed concern, and he did not treat them as people of the moment.

Dugu Wen said gratefully, "Young master, the old slave is really beyond retribution. ......”

Waving his hand to stop his words of thanks, Pan Dao opened his mouth to signal: "Wen Bo, there is no need to be like this, we will be a family in the future." Then he turned to Dugu Xiaomeng, who was standing beside him, and reached out to touch her head, "Xiaomeng, I'll live here in the future." Are you happy?"

"Happy. She dodged her outstretched hand, "Sister Yu Yan said that girls' heads can't be touched by boys casually. ”

Such a young child is also exquisite, Pan Dao glanced at Wang Yuyan with his eyes and felt a little funny. He looked at Dugu Xiaomeng after dressing up, his bright eyes, flashing hopeful light, his pink little face, his small dimples looked red and red, and his two small braids were combed on one side, which was particularly cute.

Pan Dao retracted his hand embarrassedly and changed the subject, "Okay, don't touch." Xiaomeng, I'm introducing you to a big sister, okay? He took Xiaomeng beside him and pointed to Ling Qingdao, who was sitting next to him, "This is your Qing'er sister, you can find her if you have any requirements in the future." She'll take good care of you too. ”

Dugu Xiaomeng shouted crisply, "Sister Qing'er is good." ”

Ling Qing showed a hint of a smile, "Xiaomeng is good. It's okay to live with my sister in the future. ”

Dugu Xiaomeng was a little reluctant, she looked at Pan Dao with pitiful eyes, saying that she didn't want to. However, for her safety, "Xiaomeng, listen to my sister, you will live together in the future." You're a girl, and it's not easy for grandpa and me to take care of you, do you know it? ”

Dugu Xiaomeng nodded reluctantly, and Dugu Wen didn't say anything, let Pan Dao arrange it. Arrange them to sit not far behind him, so that he can also protect them, and also instructed Wen Bodao not to let Xiaomeng watch the fight.

Ling Qing saw Xiaomeng and said to Pan Dao, "Are these the two people you saved, but you can rest assured that you have arranged them to the Star Sect." She already knew where they came from, but it was necessary to remind her that the Star Sect was not suitable for the growth of a girl.

Of course, Pan Dao also knew that he said, "I can only entrust you to take good care of it." ”

There was a loud shout from the head of the ring, it turned out that one disciple had hacked another to death with a knife, and he happily raised his hands to welcome his victory, which was his fifth competition, which meant that he could enter the inner gate and become the third generation.

The sword light and sword shadows kept flashing, some people died, some people fell and threw in the towel, and the battle continued. Most of the disciples of the Star Sect have seen blood, their swords are extremely sharp, this is a duel, either you die or I die. The winner can get what you want.

The heads of the sect present saw that their hearts were cold, and the inner disciples of the Xingzhu Sect were too cold-blooded and ruthless in their selection, and they had to fight for it with their lives. It is no wonder that Ding Chunqiu was invincible in the northwest before the fifteenth year, and the northwest was strong after the fifteenth year, and no one has competed for the past 30 years. His Nakshatra disciples were hungry wolves, and he was a fierce tiger.

Wang Yuyan is kind-hearted, she can't bear to watch it, but she can't leave, and she can't help but feel a little sad. Pan Dao also noticed, but he didn't have the right to care, but Murong Fu watched it with relish, obviously there was only success or failure in his world, and nothing else.

Murong Fu, as a remnant of Dayan, is dedicated to fighting for the restoration of the country, what he needs is soldiers who can go to the battlefield, and Ding Chunqiu's Xingzhu disciple is the best tool he can use, and he can do whatever it takes to do so. His heart was on fire, and the longing in his eyes burned.

Li Qiushui also noticed her granddaughter's uneasiness, and couldn't help but soften in her heart, and said, "Yu Yan, stand beside me." ”

Wang Yuyan was stunned when she heard this, she motioned to her mother Li Qingluo, and only then did she slowly come to Li Qiushui's side to stand still, before she could fully stand still, Li Qiushui pointed out her strength out of thin air, sealing her hearing and vision, and an internal force was transmitted to the past, Wang Yuyan only felt warm, and the true qi in her body began to run uncontrollably.

Seeing this, Pan Dao couldn't help but glance at Li Qingluo, it seemed that the other party still adopted his opinion and taught Wang Yuyan to learn martial arts. Ling Qing looked at it and said indifferently, "You like that girl, don't you?"

Pan Dao couldn't deny it, holding Ling Qing's hand, "Not yet, it's just a little feeling." You're the one who counts. Ling Qing's little face flushed, and she quietly withdrew her hand and made a silent sound.

Ding Yiyun saw it all in his eyes, and he was not interested in the relationship between men and women at all. He doesn't express his opinion, in some ways he is really similar to Murong Fu, the same persistence, the same persistence. For the sake of rights, he can give up anything.

In the ring, you come and go, punching and kicking. The tricks are merciless, and they are dead hands everywhere. Blood was everywhere, and people were constantly being carried down in several rings, and new people jumped up.

The most basic martial arts of all sects and factions can be seen here, and the outer doors are all brute force martial artists or third-rate masters, and the sword and knife style are purely more skillful, but not whoever has more hard work can win. The Star Sect is not as famous as the famous family, it does not set requirements, it can be used by any means, poisoning, hidden weapons, and endlessly.

"Senior brother, what do you think of this class of disciples?" Ding Yiyun asked, he was obviously very interested in these disciples as well.

Pan Dao shook his head, "The real comparison is between the inner disciple and the true lineage. Only by mastering these can you gain a foothold in the Nakshatra faction and remain undefeated. ”

Ding Yiyun felt the same way, and he glanced at the True Disciple, "Do you think they can leave a few left." ”

"Aren't they all your people, why do you come and ask me. Pan Dao was equally dismissive, "I don't care about them." ”

Five days have passed in a flash, the competition of the outer disciples has long ended, and the competition of the inner disciples has also started soon, and now twenty people have been selected, and they will determine the strongest three to challenge the true inheritance.

The sword light is cold, the figure moves, who is the strongest.

Pan Dao's eyes were fixed on their movements, once the top three were decided, he would fight with the true legend, knowing that he could not be defeated in a hundred battles, he did not dare to relax a little. You must know that Lu Dao is the lowest among the true disciples, and it is very likely that he will play by himself.

Ding Yiyun also nodded incessantly, his eyes showed a strong possessiveness, how could such a person let go. Murong Fu's eyes were red, and he couldn't help but think in his heart, how could he put these people under his name.

The old god Ding Chunqiu is here, his robe is windless, and the day when he will conquer the Southern Sect is not far away, and his mood is agitated. And Wang Yuyan and Dugu Xiaomeng are no longer here, they are not interested in these, and fighting and killing is not what they want.

The climax of the martial arts conference officially began, and everyone's eyes were on it. The wind blew, the long sword swayed and sang, the two figures met in volley, the sword qi fought and the hair flew, and the battle of the masters began.