Feng Xiao suddenly felt very sure and said to the sword spirit in a deep voice: "Don't worry, I will let you take action!"

At this moment, Huo Yunzi's figure in the stands suddenly turned into a flame, and he came to the ring in the middle and said, "Please ask all the disciples who participated to come and draw lots!"

Many disciples stood up in the stands, Shi Dachuan pulled Feng Xiao and said, "My junior brother, let's draw lots."

Because all the disciples in the Shenmu Hall participated, only Su Yuzhen did not move. The other disciples in the other sects sitting on both sides looked at Feng Xiao and the others and laughed awkwardly.

The few people ignored it and walked straight to the arena. When they got on the ring, a fairy boy had already prepared a small bamboo tube. The bamboo tube was as thick as a chopstick, and there were bamboo sticks in it.

But Huo Yunzi said coldly: "After the disciples of the three sects of the Xianyun Palace, Huo Yun Hall, and Shenmu Hall in the Nandou Sword Sect draw, please decide which group will conduct the first competition. Since there are only two groups of disciples in the Shenmu Hall, the Yuzhu Sword Sect only sends two groups of disciples to conduct the competition. After getting the sign, please look at the words at the end of the bamboo stick. The words are in three centimeters: A, B, and C. Those who draw the characters A will compete with the other disciples who also have the same characters A. The rules for other words are the same. One round per day will be held. If two disciples in each group win, they will be considered to win until the other two disciples decide the winner. If the two groups of the Nandou Sword Sect win, the Nandou Sword Sect wins!"

At this moment, the whole hall was filled with silent crows, and they all raised their ears and listened carefully to Huo Yunzi's preaching rules.

Then Huo Yunzi said again: "Before the competition, the Sword Sect can change disciples at will without distinct sects. Even disciples who have participated in the competition before can still be arranged to switch to the next group for the competition. Everything will be arranged by the master! If the opponent leaves the arena or admits defeat on his own, he will be considered losing. Just remember to stop it. Our two sects aim to compete with their skills. No matter who kills, we will never give up."

After Huo Yunzi finished speaking, there was a commotion off the court. I had never heard of this rule of substitution. I don’t know why this one was added this time.

Yun Xiaozi, who was sitting upright in the stands, was also a little surprised. This was beneficial to him. After all, no matter who was not good among the two groups of disciples, he could just replace Su Yuzhen around him, which would save trouble.

It was Feng Xiao, Shi Dachuan and Jin Huaili's turn to go up and draw lots.

Feng Xiao only stretched out two fingers and picked up one out casually. He immediately peeled off the bamboo tube and pulled out the bamboo stick inside. He looked down at the bamboo stick, but saw that the bamboo stick had the words "B" engraved under it.

Feng Xiao scratched his head and pulled Shi Dachuan over and asked, "How is the senior brother?"

Shi Dachuan didn't answer and shone the bamboo stick. He saw a big word "A". Shi Dachuan immediately smiled and said with a little eagerness: "It seems that I am the first person to go up to compete! Hehe!"

Jin's arms seemed extremely nervous and smiled bitterly: "It's really God's will to make people do it. How can this be said? I didn't expect that the one who is my senior brother was at the end!"

Dashi smiled and said, "Senior Brother Jin, you are polite, but I am really a little nervous!" As he said that, a pair of thick and calloused hands pulled over Jin's arms and said, "Look, you see, your palms are full of sweat!"

Feng Xiao sighed, "But I don't know who the opponent is!" As soon as he finished speaking, he saw that the Yuzhu Sword Sect opposite was also drawing lots. Suddenly, a beautiful figure in water blue clothes came into his eyes, but it was Ding Peiyun of the Yuzhu Sword Sect.

"I won't meet her, right!" Feng Xiao's heart was secretly amazed, "If I met her in the first round, it wouldn't be a good thing!" At this moment, a burst of laughter suddenly came from his heart, and the sword spirit said, "Hehe, that girl's cultivation is not simple, I really want to compete with her!"

Feng Xiao sighed and said to the sword spirit in his heart: "No matter who it is, you should do it for me!"

Jian Ling smiled and said, "Pack to me!"

"But if you can control my body, I wonder if you can control the true qi in my body?"

Jian Ling replied: "Yes, yes, but I'm still used to using my Zhengyang Taoist Dharma. Oh, for your own good, I'll just use the Yunlong true energy in your body!"

At this time, Taichung Huo Yunzi's voice sounded: "The time has come. Please keep the disciple who draws the word "Ar" on the ring. The other disciples retreat first and wait!" After saying that, he pinched the magic trick and turned into a fire to escape from the ring.

Feng Xiao was still a little nervous when he saw Dashi, and kept rubbing his hands, and quickly patted his shoulder and said, "Senior Brother Shi, don't be nervous. Has your practice been wasted in the past few years?"

Dashi smiled honestly and said, "Don't worry, junior brother, I will definitely work hard!"

"Dingdang!" As a loud bell rang across Nandou Mountain, the first competition was about to begin.

The two disciples on the other two arenas were also determined to stand. Feng Xiao stood in the audience but saw that the disciple on Xianyun Palace was actually Li Yunhe, and the disciple on Huoyun Hall on the other side was Qi Huansheng.

This senior brother in the Nandou Sword Sect was indeed extremely arrogant. He stood on the ring from afar, carrying both hands, and looked arrogant on the face. Standing opposite him was a male disciple, but seeing that he was extremely nervous, his hands were trembling slightly. It seemed that he naturally knew Li Yunhe.

As the golden bell rang, the disciples of Xianyun Palace, Huoyun Hall and even the Yuzhu Sword Sect were cheering and cheering.

The stands in the Xianyun Palace were already in full swing, "Senior Brother, please win us the first prize!"

"Senior Brother! Don't give the other party any chance!"

Only Shenmu Hall did not make any noise. Perhaps because there were too few disciples, even if they wanted to cheer up the brothers in their own sect, the voice could not be heard on the ring. All the disciples' focus was on the two rings of Xianyun Palace and Huoyun Hall, and they had long forgotten the Shenmu Hall.

Shi Dachuan tried his best to calm down, but saw that there was a male disciple who was born with a tiger-back and bear-waisted waist, with a wide body of flesh, dark skin, and extremely rough. Logically speaking, Dashi was originally a farmer and was strong in his body, but compared with the man in front of him, he was really inferior.

At this moment, the second golden bell rang to signal the start of the competition, but the strong disciple clasped his fists and said, "I'm at Xia Liulang, a disciple of the Yuzhu Sword Sect, come and ask for a senior brother!"

Dashi did not dare to be negligent and hurriedly returned the court: "In Shi Dachuan, Shenmu Hall of the Nandou Sword Sect, please ask for a master's trick!"

Liu Lang didn't say much anymore, his body sank and his horse stance was ahead. Suddenly, a wave of true energy like water mist lingered, condensed but did not dissipate.

The founder of the Yuzhu Sword Sect was a woman. It was only because of the inheritance of the lineage that all the disciples in the sect practiced a water-based Taoist method, called the Spirit Water True Art. What Dashi couldn't understand was why this person was so rough and could practice the Spirit Water True Art that used softness to overcome hardness? It seemed that he was really ignorant.

No matter how dare you be negligent at the moment, you will exhale and make a sound of breathing and brewing the true cloud dragon secret in your elixir.

But suddenly, Liu Lang shouted loudly: "Senior Brother has offended me!" After shouting, his feet thrust the ground with a loud bang, and he punched him in the air like a tiger pounced on a sheep.

Shi Dachuan shouted, and his body rose up from the ground, barely avoiding it. Then, he suddenly turned around in the air and slashed at Liu Lang's back heart.

However, Liu Lang seemed rough and heavy, but when he fought, his body was extremely agile. He immediately did not look back. He used the forward momentum to support his hands and the ground and bounced backwards, just facing Shi Dachuan, and immediately beat Shi Dachuan.

The punches and palms hit each other, and there was a muffled "bang". The two of them took a few steps back before they stabilized their bodies.

Feng Xiao and the disciples of the Gods and the disciples of the Gods' Temple immediately praised Dashi in unison. It seems that Dashi's hard work over the past three years is really not in vain.

Although he was practicing and responsible for the miscellaneous work in this sect over the past three years, his body became stronger and stronger. When Feng Xiaochu first entered the door, he saw him wielding the iron sword and cutting the iron. Gradually, when he entered the state of gathering the gods, he was able to break the stone with his palm, which was very simple.

Just when the disciples of Shenmu Hall applauded Dashi, the disciples from Xianyun Palace suddenly burst out with thunderous applause. However, Li Yunhe stood in the ring over there, as if he was as good as before the competition began, and he had not even moved the place away. The disciple of the Yuzhu Sword Sect opposite him had already covered his ears with his hands, kneeled on the spot, constantly begging for mercy, as if he had seen or heard something terrible.

The disciples in the stands were already in a state of fanaticism, and some even sighed: "I didn't expect that the elder brother didn't even move, and only used his blue sea cloud flute to play a song of "Spinning the Clouds and Turning the Rain". That guy seemed to begging for mercy in pain like a demon. It's so awesome!"

Li Yunhe on the stage was still confident, and his proud eyes were looking for a woman's figure in the Yuzhu Sword Sect. After looking for a while, he floated away without looking back.

On this side, Shi Dachuan and Liu Lang were still confronting each other from afar. After a few moves, they were both surprised. Liu Lang was also quite shocked and said to himself: "Although this kid's body seems not as strong as me, his strength is comparable to mine. If he continues to fight with him like this, he will not get any advantage. It is better to test his Taoism again.

Although Liu Langsheng's brute force looks, his mind is still meticulous. Seeing that Shi Dachuan is as powerful as him, he thought about making a fuss about Taoism. If he sees through the weak Taoism, he will have a chance to win.

Thinking of this, a shocking shout was heard, and his hands threw it, but a gilded hammer flipped out of thin air from the palm, floating on his palm, and shouted loudly: "Senior brother, be careful, I'm going to take action!"

But Shi Dachuan was shocked just now. He fought with him, but his hand was still aching, but he saw the other party suddenly stop. He didn't know what he was thinking about. He was thinking about the way to break the enemy? It seems that I have to be careful.

So he was about to prepare for a solution, afraid that the other party would attack at any time, but suddenly he saw him turn his palm and slay a golden hammer. He was secretly yelling in his heart. Sure enough, Liu Lang threw it casually and pointed his finger at himself. He immediately felt a strong wind in front of him, mixed with the buzzing sound of the gilded hammer breaking through the air and smashing.

Dashi felt panicked and hurriedly flashed to the side. He saw that the gilded hammer had become very huge and hit the ground with a loud bang. The arena was made of bluestone, and it could not withstand it. At that moment, gravel was flying everywhere and splashing everywhere.

Although Dashi avoided him, he was hit on his face by the gravel, and immediately felt bruised and blood stasis. Feng Xiao looked straight and sweated for him.

He only felt a pain in his face for a while, and he lost the sense of pain when he was swollen.

Unexpectedly, the gilded hammer was extremely agile under Liu Lang's control. Once it failed, he immediately reached out and pointed the gilded hammer again, and another attack came.
Chapter completed!