"Xiao Xianwei, pretending to be injured." Zhu Minglang told the Nine-tailed Dragon to pretend to be pitiful while commanding the commander Xiao Jiuwei.

Xiao Jiuwei is also very intelligent. When the mountain-moving dragon turned around and swept across, it deliberately used its tail to knock itself out, causing the effect of being severely damaged by the mountain-moving dragon. Then it prepared in advance and bit the fruit in its mouth to pieces, spit out a large mouthful of bright red pulp!

"It's almost gone!" Mr. Peng was very happy to see this scene.

The nine-tailed dragon is a slender dragon species and cannot withstand any blows. Especially for powerful dragons like the mountain moving dragon, you only need to hit it once or twice, and you will basically be disabled!

So Mr. Peng ordered the dragon to pursue the victory.

The mountain-moving dragon stumbled and had so many parts removed, it even crashed into the Nine-tailed Dragon like a landslide. With the loud bang, the surrounding sea surface shaking.

The islands of the competition are suppressed by spells, and the destructive power surged from the battles inside will be greatly reduced. As a god-level mountain-moving dragon, it naturally has the ability to easily destroy ocean islands.

This time, it attacked like a mountain range was fluctuating violently. The Nine-tailed Dragon showed a limping look, panicking and did not know where to escape. Just as the Mountain Moving Dragon vented all its power, the Nine-tailed Dragon suddenly turned into soft silk and escaped from the Mountain Moving Dragon's mountain bombing attack.

Then, the nine tails were raised high, gathering together into a thick nine-tail hammer, and smashing them hard towards the small remaining body of the mountain moving dragon!!

"Bang!!!!"

The body of the mountain-moving dragon was split into pieces, like rolling rocks one by one, and it was no longer a dragon.

This time, the mountain dragon could no longer get up.

"Your mountain moving dragon is quite resistant to beating, I'm willing to give in." Zhu Minglang said to Mr. Peng.

Young Master Peng was very angry and almost won.

"You are lucky, but you narrowly defeated me. Jiu Tai was injured. I want to see how you won later. In the end, I'm still the same as me?" said Mr. Peng.

The winner will continue to compete.

There are only a hundred inner disciples in total.

However, there are thousands of outer disciples participating in the inner sect competition.

Winning a game is just to eliminate half of the people. In the future, you have to win more games before you can become an inner disciple.

"Mr. Peng was killed. Wouldn't that a quota be vacated among the 100 inner disciples!"

"Yes, yes, Zhu Lang and Young Master Peng had a good chance, but they collided together and suffered a loss. It would be difficult for the subsequent battle to win!"

"Good luck from the sky. If there are any powerful people who bump into each other later, it will be like there are several more places!"

"It seems like you rookies have a chance. Even if a few powerful people accidentally lose the election, some accidentally win a few games, but the later they go, the more terrifying the strength they screen out, the stronger the luck will be. The strong will lose, but the weak will definitely not be too lucky and keep winning." said a woman who could not even cover her figure with a loose robe.

Fierce red lips and pink and white skin. This outer disciple is very famous on Biluo Island. The main reason is her amazing figure. She has always been the object of discussion among male disciples after dinner. When the class in Yinting was in the Yinting class, the male disciple sitting behind her never had a master in his eyes, only the sensational one on the cushion.

However, this woman made some sense.

In such a competition, the strong may lose the election, but the weak may not be selected.

If the strong lose the election this time, they can wait for another three months, and there will be four competitions a year, and it is impossible to lose the election every year.

...

The competition was arranged very tightly, and Zhu Minglang was arranged to win the competition in the winner group after only a short rest.

In order to enter the inner sect of the Southern Heavenly Court, many outer disciples have made their promises.

In the second round of the winner group competition, Zhu Minglang is still lucky.

His opponent is a pretty famous outer disciple, but this outer disciple failed to advance because of his dragon beast's slaughter. Not only did he reduce his cultivation level, he also had the risk of his organs being unable to digest.

So this battle was easily won.

It is also very difficult to seek success and to pull out seedlings to help with danger. Even a son of heaven like Zhu Minglang has had the experience of failure.

"You are lucky, so you can give your Nine-tailed Dragon time to recover from your injuries, but in the third round, you will feel better!" Mr. Peng couldn't help but say a little jealous when he saw Zhu Minglang win again.

"After I become an inner disciple, you have to call me a senior brother. In the future, you should be polite to your senior brother." Zhu Minglang said.

"Your Nine-tailed Dragon is so seriously injured. How can you enter the inner door? You're so laughing. Let's wait for next season!"

In the third round, Zhu Minglang discovered that his opponent was a demigod-level dragon shepherd.

There was no need to let the Nine-tailed Dragon come, Zhu Minglang summoned Chongde Dragon.

"The Necromancer at the top of the king?" Qiu Hua, an outer disciple who had been on duty with Zhu Minglang, said, "Is your nine-tailed person so injured that he can't fight? Since that's the case, why don't you give up directly?"

"There is no need to give up." Zhu Minglang said.

"It seems that you underestimate me, Junior Brother Zhu Lang." Qiu Hua said.

...

After one stick of incense.

...

"Seeking the appoint." Zhu Minglang bowed.

Qiu Hua had a sad face.

He couldn't even understand why his demigod-level dragon was not as good as the opponent's top dragon king.

...

In the fourth round, Zhu Minglang was still very lucky. He was another fish that was under the level of the gods. Like Qiu Hua, he was a demigod-level strength.

Zhu Minglang still teaches the fighting philosophy of worshipping the dead dragon. He doesn’t know what level is.

Not to mention the demigod-level giant dragon, the Moonlight God-level and the Coronal God-level, it will also rush forward. If the dragon has died so many times, the worst result is to die again.

The opponent in the fourth round is also considered to be powerful. Its demigod-level dragon is also of high-level bloodline, and the strength it shows is no less than that of some divine dragons.

Chongfei Dragon was defeated several times, but they all relied on the wings of the whiskers, and then fought again with this high-level blood dragon.

After fighting for a long time, the other party realized that Zhu Minglang had an injured nine-tailed dragon, and he still had to lose no matter what. In the end, he had to choose to admit defeat.

"Next year, I will compete with you in the inner disciple competition!" Chen Long's master said.

"Come on." Zhu Minglang nodded.

Chong Feilong was very unhappy. He clearly had no choice but to end the battle.

Shouldn't you hit the other side and can't get up?
Chapter completed!