Chapter 67 1 I Beat People Out

Soon.

More than 200 participating disciples entered the venue from four exits and gathered in different areas.

When they stopped and stood by themselves, many warriors on the viewing platform shouted for their idol.

This year, an outstanding disciple with a little reputation, who doesn't have fans.

"cough."

The city lord of Liyang City appeared on the most central stage, and the shouting gradually fell.

"On behalf of Liyang City, the city owner would like to welcome outstanding disciples from all sects to participate in this sect competition."

"I also hope that in the next competition, the contestants can achieve good results and win supreme glory for the sect."

After some mandarin talk, the city lord began to roll his name.

"Earth Knife Gate, Tang Bolan!"

"exist!"

"Longyue Villa, Cheng Mianjin!"

"exist!"

"Iron Eagle Gang, Wang Situ!"

"exist!"

"Buxing faction, Zhou!"

"exist!"

Every time the city lord of Liyang City calls his name, there will be a group of relatives and friends of the named disciple and fans shouting and cheering on the viewing platform.

"Iron Bone Pie, Tian Qi."

"exist!"

Ga.

The viewing platform was silent, and then there was a burst of laughter.

"Tian Qi? Is it the seventh oldest in the family, or is it a medicinal herb used to treat diseases?"

"As expected of a nine-class sect, the names of the disciples who play are so rubbed."

Even the contestants who were standing beside them waiting for the roll call cast contemptuous glances, and even thought to themselves how could they stand with such a common name.

Bearing the ridicule from the viewing platform and the contempt of the nearby contestants, Tian Qi clenched his fists tightly and pressed his voice: "Senior brother, I want to hit someone."

Li Qingyang said: "Endure until the competition begins."

"call!"

Tian Qi took a deep breath, calmed down his mood, looked up at the high platform and looked at the head, and said secretly: "Master, this disciple will not let you down!"

...

The roll call continues.

When a well-known elite disciple of a certain sect was called, it immediately caused heated discussions, all kinds of praise and all kinds of envy.

"Iron Bone Pie, Su Xiaomo!"

"exist!"

"Haha, the name is not bad."

"It's a pity that he is too short, and the start of the game is also the life of cannon fodder."

People who are pleasing to the eye will be pleasing to the eye how they see it, and those who are not pleasing to the eye will not be pleasing to the eye.

This is the mentality of the martial artists watching the battle. They despise the Iron Bone faction in their hearts, so they always look for shortcomings from various angles.

The cautious old man who came a step behind the city gate said in surprise, "Isn't that person Li Qingyang?"

He and his disciples always believed that Su Xiaomo was the first genius of Qingyang City.

The old man frowned and said secretly: "It's not Li Qingyang, but his body is so agile. Is it possible that this nine-rate iron-bones sect is still hiding dragons and crouching tigers?"

"Iron Bone Pie, Li Qingyang!"

"exist."

The viewing platform suddenly fell silent.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on Li Qingyang, who was tall and straight, and praised him as the first genius of Qingyang City, with extraordinary aura!

It's a pity that he was blind, and joined the garbage iron bone faction.

"Hey."

On the high platform, the fat-headed and big-eared elder shook his head and said: "Such a good seedling, if he joins the Cangshan faction, he should have broken through to the martial disciple at this moment."

"Obviously there are better options. If you have to join the Jiuliu sect, you will waste such a good talent in vain."

"Other sects are tireless in teaching others, but the head of the sect is tireless in destroying people."

No one did not laugh at Li Qingyang, only regret, and even more contempt for the head of the Iron Bone School who recruited such a genius.

Jun often smiled and listened, but did not speak.

say what? Squirting with them, sparring with them?

It doesn't make any sense. The best way to make them shut up is for the disciple to prove it with strength.

...

The roll call continues.

Not long after, when Xiao Xunji's name sounded, the viewing platform became silent again.

Many warriors raised their heads one after another and looked at the Dongfang Gaotai, where several elders of the Xiao family were sitting, wanting to see the expressions on their faces.

"Crack."

The first elder crushed the teacup and said coldly: "A waste should not appear here, and should not be shamed."

It just so happened that Jun Changxiao was sitting on the high platform next to him. Seeing the old guy's eyes flashing with anger and killing intent, he touched his nose and said, "Are you from the Xiao family?"

The elder of the Xiao family seemed to be aware of it and turned his head to look at it.

The two looked at each other.

Jun Chang smiled politely, then pointed at him, placed a pistol on his temple, and opened his mouth with a 'smack'.

This is to warn him not to have murderous intentions towards his disciples, otherwise Lao Tzu will kill you with one shot.

It's a pity that the first elder couldn't understand it. Seeing his strange posture, he secretly said with disdain: "No wonder he accepted that trash to get started. It turns out that this person has a problem with his brain."

...

After some roll call, all the more than 200 participating disciples came together, and the city lord of Liyang City did not have any ink, and immediately announced the competition rules.

The rules are simple.

More than 200 people are divided, the opponent is drawn by lot, the winner is promoted, and the loser is eliminated.

In order to avoid encounters with the same disciples, the contestants of each faction will be arranged to draw lots in different areas.

Lu Qianqian's five people were divided into areas A, B, C, D, and E.

Before going to each competition area, Li Qingyang said solemnly: "Senior sister, junior brother, the head is watching from above, we can't let him down."

"cut."

Lu Qianqian stepped into Area A.

"Senior brother, I understand!" Su Xiaomo and Tian Qi raised their chests and walked towards their war zone.

Xiao Xunji stayed where he was, looked up at the high platform, and looked at the head, his eyes suddenly became firmer.

At that moment, except for Lu Qianqian's personality, the blood of the four disciples boiled, and they understood more deeply that they were about to fight for the sect!

Jun Changxiao, who was sitting on the high platform, leaned forward, resting his chin on the back of his hand, secretly said, "Come on, my disciples."

...

More than 200 disciples took their places, began to draw lots, and then announced in public by the person in charge of the theater.

"In the first round of the first round, Iron Bone sent Tian Qi to fight Sun Kai of Dahongmen!"

"Oops."

The fat-headed and big-eared Dahongmen elder said with a smile, "Sect Master Jun, what a coincidence, my disciples met with your disciples in the first round."

The warriors of all factions cast envious glances.

If my disciples drew this, it would be equivalent to walking for the second round.

You often smile without saying a word.

The lottery continued, and hundreds of disciples were matched to their opponents one after another.

Except for Li Qingyang, all the disciples of all sects who met Su Xiaomo and others as opponents all smiled, as if they had entered the second round ahead of schedule.

"The first round of competition begins, contestants are invited to take the stage!"

Tian Qi and Sun Kai stepped onto the competition platform, and the two bowed their hands in a ceremonial manner, representing the beginning of the first martial arts competition in the first round.

"The disciple of Dahongmen seems to be in the 12th stage of opening the pulse, and it will definitely be killed in seconds."

"In this martial arts competition, there are a lot of tenth-level open pulses, and the iron-bones disciples have encountered twelve-level in their first battle, which is bad luck."

"Hahaha, it's just that kind of stuff, isn't it bad luck to meet anyone?"

The warriors discussed in private, laughing constantly.

The elders of Dahongmen were also laughing, and said, "Sect Master, my disciples are a bit irritable, and sometimes they are not serious or serious. If you hurt your disciples, please bear with me."

"Oh."

Jun Chang smiled.

"Start!" The referee's voice recalled.

As soon as the words fell, Tian Qi rushed over with a single stride, and punched Sun Kai's abdomen, directly knocking him out.

This Dahongmen disciple was indeed a bit irritable, but when the game started, before he could mobilize his impatience, he was already lying on the sidelines and screaming.

The fat of the Dahongmen elder suddenly solidified, and the small eyes also turned into big ones.

Jun Chang smiled and said lightly: "It's weak."

Tian Qi on the platform pulled back his fist, scratched his head and said, "The strength was not well controlled, and people were accidentally knocked out."