After the lottery was over, everyone returned to their respective positions. The first competition was held next, and the election of the leader was really about to begin.

Huo Yuanzhen returned to Shaolin's team and looked at the two people who were about to play, and his mood was quite complicated.

Su Can, a Shaolin lay disciple, and Wuming's personal disciple, after Wuming's initiation, reached the peak of the late stage of the innate stage, and learned Wuming's enhanced version of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palm, and his martial arts are indeed good.

But Jueyuan was obviously much more powerful. He actually reached the state of innate perfection, which was higher than his own.

According to Huo Yuanzhen's knowledge, there may be only one person who can achieve this level.

While thinking, there were bursts of cheers over there, and it turned out that the first pair of people fighting on the stage had already appeared.

Su Can is the leader of the Beggars' Sect. The number of people in the Beggars' Sect is invincible. Behind him is a row of beggars, with many cloth bags hanging on his body, all of which are from the elders who come to help.

Not to mention anything else, first of all, the Beggars' Sect is the number one in the cheers.

But Su Can's expression was solemn, because he knew his own weight and he also heard about Jueyuan's affairs.

Jueyuan was the existence that Su Can looked up to when he was in Shaolin. Now he has rebelled from Shaolin and has become the leader of Qingcheng and has entered the innate perfection. Su Can, a peak in the late stage of the innate stage, cannot compete with the innate perfection.

But if you lose, you won't lose. This competition still needs to be held. Su Can gritted the bullet and walked up, thinking that as long as you don't die in the ring, everything else will not be a problem.

Compared with the Beggars' Sect, the people in Qingcheng cheered a lot, and the disciples in Qingcheng are all fresh faces. Like their heads, if they were not from the Qingcheng Sect, I'm afraid no one knows what these people do.

Jueyuan walked onto the arena and glanced at Shaolin from the corner of his eyes. Seeing Huo Yuanzhen meditating with his eyes slightly closed, even if he didn't look at him, he felt guilty. He took his eyes back in panic and fell on Su Can.

When the two walked to the center of the ring, the cheers calmed down, and everyone was waiting for the two sides to start a fight.

Someone beat the gong outside the field, and the competition began.

But the two did not take action immediately. Jueyuan looked at Su Can and slowly spoke: "Junior Brother Su Can..."

The lay disciples are all considered to be the third generation of Shaolin, and they are the same generation as the Jue generation. Jue is far older than Su Can. So it's just right to call him junior brother.

Unexpectedly, Su Can shouted: "Stop! You Shaolin traitor! You are no longer qualified to call me junior brother."

Jue Yuan sneered: "I'm calling your junior brother just as appropriate. If you want to talk about a traitor, I'm afraid your rebellion will be before me. What's the right to talk about me here?"

Su Can was stunned for a moment. After a long time, he almost forgot about it. Su Can was also a traitor, but this traitor was instructed by the abbot, otherwise Su Can would not have rebelled.

But outsiders don’t know about this, and Su Can cannot tell the truth about the matter here. The elders behind him have a close understanding of some of the situation, but many people still don’t know about it. Su Can cannot tell the matter immediately.

Before the world is stable, both Shaolin and Beggars' Sect need to be careful.

Jueyuan saw that Su Can was choked by him and said slowly: "Junior Brother Su Can, I guess this master can call you that now!"

Su Can nodded helplessly: "We are going to do something soon. If you have any nonsense, just say it quickly. After that, I will deal with you."

"It's very simple. This sect leader wants to tell you something..."

Jueyuan said, whispering in a voice that only Su Can could hear: "It is not easy to establish the Beggars' Sect. Cherish your status. Don't go against Qingcheng in the world, otherwise I will not show mercy."

Jueyuan's words seem to be fierce, but they have two meanings.

First, he wanted to express that as long as Su Can did not cause trouble for him, Qingcheng would not provoke the Beggars' Sect on his own initiative.

Second, Su Can can walk out of this arena alive.

Su Can's eyes rolled: "Stop talking nonsense, just do it quickly!"

"What an ungrateful boy. Since you and I are both Shaolin traitors, the head of the Japanese today will defeat you with Shaolin Kung Fu!"

Su Can also shouted: "Although your skills are better than me, Shaolin Kung Fu may not have the spirit of learning me. If you have any skills, just use them!"

Before they finished speaking, the two of them had quickly fought into a group.

Su Can followed Huo Yuan very early. Although he was a lay disciple, he was also the hardest-working disciple among lay disciples. He learned a lot of Shaolin Kung Fu, which is indeed much more than Jueyuan.

Jueyuan became a monk halfway through the journey, and his kung fu is more advanced than Su Can, but it would not be so easy for him to fight Su Can with Shaolin Kung fu.

Two times and one balance, this scene will look good.

Such as Arhat Fist, Powerful Vajra Palm, Wuxiangjie, etc., a series of Shaolin Kung Fu are displayed on the arena.

I know that this is the battle between the leader of the Beggars' Sect and the leader of Qingcheng. I don't know that I thought it was an internal competition among Shaolin disciples.

Both of them had high kung fu, and the battle scenes were very popular, and the people around them were enjoyable to watch, so they kept asking what kung fu the two of them used.

Some people who know something, then start explaining.

"Look at it! That palm touched, but Shaolin's iron cloth shirt kung fu was blocked. This is Shaolin's hard skill, it is real kung fu!"

"Look at the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. Although it is the unique skill of the Beggars' Sect's Sect, it is said that it has been improved by Shaolin monks. It is amazing! The dragons are coming out!"

"Look at Jueyuan's hand is red! That is the Nine Yang True Sutra, the Nine Yang True Sutra! It is the unique skill of Abbot Yijie of Shaolin. I have taught Jueyuan, it's a pity, this kid actually became a traitor!"

Listening to the discussions of the people around him, the Qingcheng disciples on Jueyuan's side looked a little bad.

It is really difficult for them to understand that the leader of the sect is already innate and perfect, so why has he been entangled with the leader of the Beggars' Sect for so long? Is it really meaningful to use Shaolin Kung Fu to defeat his opponent?

Although these people are Jue Yuan's subordinates, they are also responsible for the task of surveillance Jue Yuan, which makes them a little suspicious.

The people around him were talking about it, and the most common sentence was that the martial arts of the world were produced in Shaolin.

This Shaolin Kung Fu demonstration was something that no one expected. The battle that should have had a huge gap in strength was actually like this.

The two of them had been fighting for more than ten minutes before Jue Yuan hit her palms and hit Su Can with one palm. There was a little blood on the corner of her mouth, and it seemed that she was injured.

Su Can also stood up barely: "Innate perfection is indeed extraordinary. You practice Shaolin Kung Fu better than me, and I lost!"

Huo Yuanzhen was closing his eyes there, but a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Su Can said this well, which shows Jueyuan's innate and perfect strength, so that he would not be embarrassed if he lost. At the same time, he once again promoted Shaolin martial arts, elevating the importance of Shaolin Kung Fu to a height as important as the internal strength.

Jueyuan won and didn't chase him, but waved his hand casually: "Your internal strength is too much worse than me. If you go back to Shaolin and continue practicing for three or five years, you may be able to compete with this sect, but unfortunately, you are afraid you won't have that opportunity!"

After saying this, Jue Yuan looked at the off-site supervisor: "Did this boss win this game?"

When the people outside the field saw that they stopped fighting inside, they hurriedly signaled that the competition ended. In the first game, Jueyuan won the battle against Su Can.

Su Can stood up strongly, staggered away from the arena, returned to the Beggars' Sect, and also received a hero-like welcome. In the eyes of the Beggars' Sect disciples, it is amazing that the leader of the gang can fight with the innate perfectly for such a long time.

The person who also understood it nodded slightly: "Although Jueyuan rebelled from Shaolin, he did not completely forget the sect in his heart. He still showed mercy to his original fellow disciples. Alas! What a pity! He is a traitor."

Jueyuan didn't care whether the people in Qingcheng were satisfied with the result. In short, he won, which was enough. When he returned to the stands, he immediately closed his eyes and meditated. If he wanted to play, he would need to compete in the other three groups, and then he competed with the winner of the second group for the top spot in the first group.

People in the martial arts world have some violent genes. Although the first game was quite lively, there was no excessively intense situation. The losers were only slightly injured. They were still not satisfied, so they were all looking forward to the result of the second game.

The two people in the second competition, one is Dongfang Qing, and the other is a sect from Shushan.

This Shushan is no longer famous, it is just a third-class sect in the Wulin League.

The third-class sect itself shows that this sect has average strength and will not usually compete for the position of the leader. However, this time, they actually came alone to compete for the leader, which shows that they also have a certain degree of confidence.

Huo Yuanzhen didn't even know this sect before. It was obvious that this Shushan was not the Shushan he had heard of before, and there was no existence of immortal cultivators in this world.

According to the rules, people with poor strength usually play first. As the former leader, Dongfang Qing must of course take the field a little slower.

So the people from Shushan got on the ring first.

Huo Yuanzhen opened his eyes and looked at the person carefully.

This man is not old, but he has two white eyebrows and is very long. With that young face, he is quite strange.

However, this person's skill is not low, and he has reached a level of quasi-perfection, which is only one step away from innate perfection.

Huo Yuanzhen nodded secretly, it’s great! He can actually practice to the point of perfection, and he has not been known in the scriptures before. It seems that he is a true ascetic.

After the head of Shushan came to the stage, he drew two swords from behind.

A red sword, a green sword, and a double sword, the man shouted: "White eyebrows in Shushan, please give me advice from the leader of the Eastern Alliance!"
Chapter completed!