A story of a peasant girl from a poor family

Chapter 108
The internal comparison between the outer court and the inner court is not too detailed. The disciples of the four classes A, B, C, and D will first challenge within the class, and the ten winners will draw lots with ten students from the other three classes.

Forty goes to two, twenty goes to ten, ten goes to five, there will be a bye draw, and the other four will compete in pairs, and the victors will come to the top three rankings.

Lin Luo found a place to stand, and Erni rushed back after a while.

"Zimo, who is the most powerful in the sect?" Erni curiously asked Lin Zimo who was also poking his head.

Lin Zimo scratched his head and thought for a while, "I think it should be the suzerain, the suzerain is very powerful, I heard that he is about to enter the Nascent Soul stage soon."

In the Qingxuan Continent, the Nascent Soul Stage is the Patriarch, and it can indeed be regarded as the ceiling of combat power.

It has been three months since Lin Luo and the others have met the suzerain of Xunxianzong, nor do they know what the suzerain looks like.

But it's normal to think about it, the suzerain will naturally not show up at will.

Lin Luo didn't know that Si Jing had already met her.

"Quiet, let's start the competition in Classes A, B, C and D." Teacher Zhou said standing in the middle of the ring.

Teacher Zhou is the teacher of Class A in the outer courtyard, which is Lin Luo's current teacher.

The outer courtyard is divided into A, B, C, and D, so the teachers must also have corresponding status.

In the outer courtyard, Mr. Zhou has the highest status.

Each teacher is in charge of the Nebi in his own class, and then the ten winners will be sent to meet together. If the disciples in his class are selected by lottery for the competition, he can only blame himself for being unlucky.

But under normal circumstances, the strengths of the four classes in the outer courtyard are not much different, especially Class A and Class B.

In previous competitions, the disciples of Class Ding also entered the top three.

Therefore, Neibi in the outer court actually depends on the cultivation of the disciples themselves.

If you want to become a blockbuster in Neibi, you usually have to work hard.

Classes A, B, C, and D have about the same number of students. Class A has 42 disciples, Classes B and C have 38 students, and Class D has [-] students.

Obviously, the difference in the number of people in Class D is two because Lin Luo and Erni went to Class A, so there will be two more in Class A.

Subsequently, the four classes of A, B, C and D began to compete formally.

"Who do you think is the best in Class A? I heard that Senior Sister Shen is No.1 in Class A. I think Nebi should be number one this time, right?"

"I think Lin Zimo is not bad either. You see, not all the members of the Lin family are in the inner court, and there are still people in the elite court. He is the bottom of the Lin family."

The other person obviously had a different opinion, "I don't think Lin Zimo has no intention of cultivating at all, so it shouldn't be him."

Everyone was talking about it, but Lin Zimo, who was being talked about, got a piece of corn from nowhere and gnawed on it.

Ever since he and Lin Luo came back from Zihuai Village after eating baked potatoes, Lin Zimo seemed to have stepped into the door of a new world. For the first time, he discovered that coarse grains are delicious when simply baked or boiled.

From then on, he fell in love with eating whole grains.

Whether it's boiled sweet potatoes, boiled corn, baked potatoes or baked taro, etc., he eats differently every day.

Seeing that he was still gnawing on the corn when he was in Neibi, Lin Luo was always a little speechless.

Child, you have never experienced the hardships of life!
"Zimo, do you have any more? Quickly bring me one." Lin Luo was also a little greedy.

It's not that I haven't eaten it before, but I just saw Lin Zimo's delicious appearance, and he is also good-looking, so there will always be a kind of corn that is particularly delicious.

If Lin Zimo was eating and broadcasting, Lin Luo felt that his demeanor when eating corn was that he couldn't afford it.

"Yes, here, here you are."

Lin Zimo took out two hot corn from the storage ring, one for Lin Luo and the other for Erni.

Feeling the temperature of the corn, Lin Luo sighed again that Lin Zimo was rich.

If Lin Luo's storage ring had been used to cook the corn, it must have been cold and hard when eaten.

But Lin Zimo is different, his storage ring can still keep the freshness and temperature of the corn.

So angry, the more she thought about it, the more envious she became, Lin Luo took a bite of the corn.

The disciples are gearing up, ready to get a good ranking.

The three of Lin Luo gnawed the corn here, and the sweet breath penetrated into the nostrils of everyone, and they all looked at the three of Lin Luo for some reason.

I have to say that this style of painting is particularly strange.

Erni stared at her round eyes, and took a step back indistinctly.

The meaning is obvious, no more.

Everyone is full of black lines, do they want to eat?Why are you so wary of them?

The competition continued, and Lin Luo stood outside the circle to watch the disciples who were already competing.

To be honest, although these disciples have all entered the Xunxianzong, the talents of the disciples are also uneven.

Just as Lin Luo was thinking, she suddenly heard someone calling her name.

"In the next match, Lin Luo will play against Dai Zhou."

Hearing this, Lin Luo bit off the last bite of corn, chewed and swallowed it quickly, then wrapped the corn cob with a leaf, and put it in Lin Zimo's hands.

"Zimo, throw it away for me. There is no trash box here. I'll go to the competition first, thank you."

After saying this, a man not far away lightly jumped onto the ring.

Seeing this, Lin Luo was also about to jump up, but stopped at that moment and went up on foot instead.

What a joke, she is not a monk now.

Everyone had already set their eyes on the ring, but seeing Lin Luo walking up step by step, more people laughed.

"Hahaha, I didn't see it, did that girl walk up directly?"

"Yeah, no way, there are people who don't have a foundation, right? You can jump on it if you build a foundation!"

Most of the disciples who said that did not know Lin Luo.

Those who knew Lin Luo didn't think so, and some couldn't help but roll their eyes.

"What do you know? He is a talisman master, not a monk. It's normal not to be able to jump on it."

"That's right, when she becomes a two-printer, there will be no need for this competition to exist."

Everyone was discussing, and Lin Luo also heard what some people said.

However, she didn't care, and walked onto the ring with a calm expression.

Lin Luo's opponent, Dai Zhou, was already waiting. He stood opposite him expressionless, with a long sword tilted down in his hand, and there was no extra emotion in his eyes.

"Junior Sister, please."

"Brother, please."

Seeing this, Teacher Zhou's voice came.

"The competition begins!"

As soon as Teacher Zhou's words fell, Dai Zhou raised his long sword with a touch of his right foot, and then flew towards Lin Luo, pointing the sword point directly at Lin Luo.

Lin Luo leaned slightly to avoid Dai Zhou's attack, and dodged two steps.

Seeing that Lin Luo easily dodged his attack, Dai Zhou was not discouraged and swung his sword again.

This sword, with the accumulated spiritual power, went in the direction of Lin Luo.

(End of this chapter)