Among the people who were laughing, some disciples of the Sword Sect, such as Dai Longtao, shouted the most.

There was also thunder in the crowd. He also signed up and was eliminated in the first round. Several fellow disciples stood with him. Listening to the laughter, one of them sneered: "If you don't have that strength, you have to go through the back door, won't you be ridiculed?"

Another fellow disciple remembered something and asked, "Lao Lei, I heard that you have taught this ignorant boy a lesson?"

Lei Ming hesitated for a moment, "I have fought."

The man looked ahead without paying attention to Lei Ming's expression. You Zi said excitedly: "That's because you are kind-hearted. If I don't beat this kid, I will kneel down and beg for mercy."

Lei Ming looked at the figure on the stage who was still calm in the midst of laughter in the sky, and remained silent.

As for the other sects, they were more surprised and puzzled. Why did this genius boy who gathered energy for half a day have passed a month and a half but only stayed in the qi gathering quality? Could it be that it was just a flash in the pan?

But if this is the case, why would the Sword Sect waste a recommended place for such a second-level boy? Isn’t it good to give this place to Bai Song, and others?

As for Yunluo who can defeat the strong with the weak, no one dares to think so.

The difference in the level of practice is almost insurmountable.

A small realm of the third realm is almost equal to the entire second realm, and this law becomes more and more obvious the further it goes.

The difference between the lower and middle grades of the seven realms is almost the same as the difference between the fifth and six realms, while the difference between the upper and middle grades of the seven realms is even more like the fifth and seven realms.

Even if the sword cultivator has the greatest killing power, the strong can almost exceed a small realm, but if they are a whole big realm, how can they do it?

Yan Jinghan smiled at the corner of his mouth and looked at the boy with interest. He saved the general's favorite nephew.

Yan Jinghan knew that the bone-attached sword was powerful. If this young man could come back from such injuries, he would have had an adventure. Could it be that there was a miracle?

Seeing that Yan Jinghan's face was strange, Zhou Mo asked in his heart: "Brother Yan, have any connection with this young man?"

Yan Jinghan's heart moved, as if he had grasped something, so he told Xue Zhen about his knowledge of the sword sect and the bone talisman sword with his heart.

Sure enough, Zhou Mo's expression changed drastically. He took out a blue mask from his arms and covered it with his face, leaving silent.

And it was this mask that made some sighs sound in the field.

On the ring, Yun Luo saluted calmly to the surroundings and then stood back to his original position.

He could clearly feel that even the classmates around him didn't seem to have any good feelings for him.

It is completely understandable that others have worked hard and went through hardships before standing here. They have nothing to do and can stand on the same side as others at will. If they were him, he would not be happy.

Pei Zhen and others were also silent. Since Yun Luo told them that they were going to participate in the Sword Crown Competition, the few people had some speculations in their minds. Especially when they saw that no one from the Sword Sect came to suppress these laughters, the few people looked at each other, unable to figure out what they were selling in the gourd, but they knew that they must have plans.

Chen Qingfeng slowly raised his hands and pressed them downwards, and then the field became quiet.

"Next, please ask each sect to send out your own suitable disciples."

As soon as he finished speaking, a red dress flew out from the crowd in Qingxi Sword Pool, standing opposite Yunluo, with his eyes joking.

Yun Luo's face was as usual, and he thought that this was the disciple of Qingxi Jianchi who gathered energy all day long.

Pei Zhen muttered below: "I look good, but I'm worse than me, but I wear red clothes and look like a woman."

The voice did not lower, and Yunluo couldn't help but smile on his face when he heard it.

Shi Sheng naturally heard it, his eyes crossed Yun Luo, collided with Pei Zhen's eyes in the air, and said coldly: "You will regret your big mouth."

Yan Jinghan gently put down the teacup in his hand and said casually: "You will regret your words."

Shi Sheng suddenly turned his head and stared at Yan Jinghan. Chai Yupu quickly stopped in his heart and said respectfully to Yan Jinghan: "Master Yan, the child is ignorant, young and energetic, and speaks without restraint. I hope that Manager Yan will not mind. If this young man is a relative of Manager Yan, I would like to apologize in person."

When it was time to lower your head, you didn't hesitate at all, and you could bear to lose your face and bend your knees. Yan Jinghan looked at Chen Qingfeng, "You are a big enemy that is difficult to deal with."

It doesn’t matter if Yan Jinghan is concerned. Xue Zhen’s identity will be made public after today, and she doesn’t care for a while.

As for the questioning of Chai Yupu's soft and hard secrets, he simply ignored it. I'm just like that, without following the rules of the world, what can you do to me?

With Shi Sheng coming forward, four figures walked into the ring one after another.

They are from Qingxi Jianchi, Danding Cave, Wang family, and Xie family respectively.

As expected, the Cui family did not send out disciples, but the Lu family and the Yuan family did not even leave the list.

Li Zhichuan looked at the ring, rubbed the head of the little Taoist boy beside him and said, "Li Zi, go up and play with the big brothers."

The little Taoist boy rubbed his eyes, as if he was still not awake, looked at Li Zhichuan in confusion and said, "Master, why?"

Li Zhichuan thought for a while, "Didn't you always want to go to Difeishan to find Brother Zhang Daozi? If you go up and defeat more than two brothers, I will take you to play for a while this time."

After hearing this, the little Taoist boy walked onto the ring with his short legs, for fear that the head teacher would regret it.

Next to a group of young masters with extraordinary temperament, a young Taoist priest who looked seven or eight years old suddenly ran over, and immediately a disciple from the field teased him: "The little one goes to play with mud, and you are doing serious business here."

"Children, I just took off my crotch pants yesterday. I was careful that someone accidentally killed me by a sword."

Chen Qingfeng looked at Li Zhichuan and said, "President Li, this?"

Li Zhichuan said: "But it is not in line with the rules?"

Chen Qingfeng shook his head, "Before the four realms, we will naturally comply with the rules."

I knew Li Zhichuan’s thoughts in my heart, so I shut up and stopped talking.

Ge Xun spoke, "President Li, let's persuade this little disciple. This really makes it hard for everyone to hold back."

Li Zhichuan said lightly: "If you take action, you will be mine if you kill me."

The tone was plain, but the voice was not covered up, and everyone in the venue could hear it clearly.

The little Taoist boy naturally heard it, turned around, snorted angrily, glared at Li Zhichuan, thought about it, and made another face at Li Zhichuan.

There were already six Buddhist monks on the stage, with a leading Buddhist monk lowering his body, his huge bald head gathering with a slightly smaller bald head next to him.

"Doro, go up and have fun with that little brother?"

The little bald head shook violently, "If you don't go, I won't fight."

"You can just play with your senior brothers in the temple."

"real?"

"Yes, don't you think it's boring to always play with your senior brothers? Don't you want to have fun with other brothers?"

"No, I think you're lying to me."

"I'm so tedious and talk a lot."

The big bald head swung his hands hard, and the little bald head swelled in the clouds.

Everyone was surprised again, and another little guy came. What did we treat our Sword Crown Competition as? Do you play house?

The little bald man screamed and was about to run down. The little Taoist boy hurriedly grabbed him and asked quietly, "You were forced to come up too, right?"

The little bald man obviously needs to be much more at ease with his peers, nodding like a chicken pecking at rice.

The little Taoist boy frowned and sighed, "These adults just want to fool us as fools."

The little bald man agreed deeply.

The little Taoist boy patted his shoulder and said in a mature and persevering tone: "Fight well, don't be beaten to death."

The little bald man was so scared that he shivered all over. The little Taoist boy glared, "Don't lose our children's face!"

The little bald man said helplessly: "I can't do anything about it, either."

The little Taoist boy's eyes rolled, "Let's do this, I'll give you the four-character mantra, keep it and let it go all of a sudden."

As the little bald head's eyes lit up, the little Taoist boy said slowly and seriously: "I've come."

The people on the stage couldn't hold back their laughter, and even Li Zhichuan off the stage felt a little embarrassed for the first time.

After a small episode, no one came up again. There were seven people in the other sects on the stage, all of whom were disciples of the third realm.

The heads of each sect sighed in their hearts: "The Sword Sect is indeed profound. The suppression over the past decade still has so much reserve force."

Chai Yupu sneered in his heart, "What's the use of too many people? What you need for top geniuses in practice."

Gradually, everyone's eyes looked tacitly at the Hengduan Daozhuang, where Xing Tian, ​​who would definitely be on the stage, sat there.

Xing Tian slowly stood up, his aura was condensed, and he walked onto the ring with a long and tiger stroll, standing opposite Bai Song, and smiled and said, "Long time no see."

Bai Song nodded slightly.

The eight people who participated in the Bianzong settled: Xing Tian, ​​the little Taoist boy from Hengduan Daozhuang, Li Zi, the little Taoist boy from Zixiao Palace, Gelang from Danding Cave, Shisheng from Qingxi Sword Cave, Wei Xingyao from Qingxi Sword Cave, Wang Heng from Wang family, Xie Bao from Xie family, and Buddhist disciple Xiao Bald Duoluo.

Chen Qingfeng's pupils shrank, and the number of people was just right, which meant a lot of bad things.

Bai Qingyue explained the next rules, sixteen people randomly selected numbers, and then the first eight people selected opponents in turn according to the number size, and finally selected eight groups of matches.

When choosing an opponent, you don’t have to worry about whether you have been selected. If multiple people choose the same person as your opponent, then this person can choose the opposite.

Yan Jinghan looked at Chen Qingfeng with a smile on his eyes and thought to himself: It's interesting.

Zhou Mo still lowered his head slightly, and his face wearing a mask couldn't see clearly, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The others also have different thoughts, and are more thinking about who is good for this rule and how it is the best.

At this moment, naturally, let alone gossip. The eight disciples of the Sword Sect and eight other disciples took a wax ball in a box that Bai Qingyue ordered to carry on, and took a look.

Wei Xingyao's face showed an unpredictable smile, looking at the silk silk with words written on his hands.

Leng Bingyang, a disciple of the Sword Sect, got the second number, Gron of the Danding Cave, the third number, Wang Heng of the Wang family, and Liu Yuezhou of the Sword Sect, was the fifth number.
To be continued...