I, the cannon fodder female supporting role, what happened to me?

The rules of the Demon Tribe Selection Competition are very simple. They are divided into four groups according to their cultivation level: Qi Refining Group, Foundation Building Group, Golden Elixir Group, and Nascent Soul Stage Group. Lots are drawn for the knockout rounds.

The top ten in each group will receive valuable rewards.

The winner can challenge upwards.

For example, the winner of the Qi Refining Group can challenge the top ten of the Foundation Building Group, and the latter must accept the challenge, otherwise they will admit defeat and the prizes of both parties will be exchanged.

Although there is no competition in the Divine Transformation Stage, the winner of the Nascent Soul Group can challenge any Divine Transformation Stage monk present.

There is no requirement that the monks in the transformation stage who are challenged must answer the challenge, but most of the monks named in the transformation stage will accept the challenge.

Everyone is a demon who wants to save face. If you don't even dare to challenge, how can you survive in the demon world in the future?

Moreover, the higher the cultivation level, the greater the gap between adjacent realms.

The Nascent Soul stage wants to leapfrog and defeat the Transformation stage, which has never happened before.

Faced with a battle that is sure to win, no monk in the divine transformation stage would refuse.

This trial is a very important event in the Demon World.

Early in the morning, the demons in Ten Thousand Demons City became restless and happily went to the martial arts field to watch the competition.

The martial arts arena is a circular colosseum, with the contestants' competition venue in the middle and the audience seats surrounding it.

When the martial arts arena was first established, the rules of space were used. This martial arts arena could evolve into hundreds of martial arts arenas.

Each martial arts arena is numbered sequentially and competitions are held at the same time.

The audience only needs to hold the special jade plaque of the sect and walk through the gate of the martial arts arena to enter the correct viewing area.

Yiming rarely showed up in the past, but before the start of this competition, he sat in the audience area of ​​the Jindan Group Competition, which aroused the curiosity of a group of demons.

"Why is Your Majesty here?"

"Could it be that this year's Golden elixir group has a monk with particularly high potential?"

"Then I've really come to the right place! I must see what's outstanding about this monk who even admires His Majesty!"

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Shui Jingyu listened to their discussion, and then thought of Sheng Xi's pseudonym, and suddenly wanted to find a crack to get in.

He hasn't figured out how to explain this to Yi Ming.

Suddenly, Yi Ming's voice sounded in his ears: "Where is the girl?"

Under Yiming's instructions, Sheng Xi's competition was ranked first.

The game is about to begin, and logically speaking, Sheng Xi should be ready.

But there was only her opponent in the waiting area, and Sheng Xi was nowhere to be found.

Thinking of Sheng Xi's resistance to this competition, Shui Jingyu hurriedly took out his twin toad.

In addition to being able to communicate across the spiritual world, twin toads can also locate each other within a certain range when they are in the same spiritual world.

Following this layer of induction, Shui Jingyu found Sheng Xi sleeping soundly in the best inn in the City of Demons.

He picked up Sheng Xi and said, "Why are you still sleeping? The game is about to start!"

Sheng Xi fell asleep in a daze, hugging the pillow so sleepily that he couldn't open his eyes: "Just turn it on, what does it have to do with me?"

Shui Jingyu picked her up and rushed to the martial arts arena: "You are the first one to go on stage! How can you sleep at your age?"

Because he was in a hurry, Shui Jingyu even forgot to grab a wind shield.

The wind was too strong along the way, as if the stepmother's hands were repeatedly slapping Sheng Xi's face, finally making her wake up.

Finally, just before the game started, Shui Jingyu threw Sheng Xi, who was wrapped in a quilt like a spring roll, into the waiting area.

The Jindan Demon who was responsible for bringing the players onto the stage was stunned and looked at Sheng Xi up and down: "You are..."

"I am Yiming's little ancestor."

Seeing that the other person was in a daze, Sheng Xi jumped forward two steps and stretched his neck to take a look at the booklet in his hand.

A list of all the contestants in this martial arts venue was engraved on the jade book, and Sheng Xi was ranked first.

"Well, this is me." Sheng Xi pointed out her name to him enthusiastically.

The golden elixir monk opposite was so numb that it took him a long time to organize his words: "Is your name too... arrogant?"

Sheng Xi didn't think it was a big problem: "Yi Ming doesn't think there is a problem, so don't think too much about it."

That's because His Majesty doesn't know your name yet!

Just as the Jindan Demon Tribe was about to suggest that Sheng Xi change his name, the bell sounded on the martial arts ground to signal that the competition was about to begin.

Sheng Xi disappeared from the spot and reappeared after a while.

She went to the Anshui Mountain Secret Realm to change her clothes, and walked onto the stage amidst the loud shouts of the referee.

"Let's invite the first pair of players from the Golden Elixir Group!"

"Are they the little ancestors of Wu Rong and Yi Ming respectively?" When the latter names were mentioned, the referee's voice changed significantly due to surprise.

The cheers around the martial arts arena stopped, as if frozen by a layer of invisible frost.

All the demons glanced at Yi Ming cautiously.

Yi Ming looked at Shui Jingyu with a cold face.

Shui Jingyu knelt down directly: "My subordinates can't stop her!"

And he had an intuition that even if he stopped Sheng Xi and forcibly changed the pseudonym this time, Sheng Xi could still think of something even more explosive.

In the deathly silence, Sheng Xi raised his hands and greeted everyone present: "Hello everyone, I am Yiming's little ancestor!"

Yiming's face was expressionless.

But Shui Jingyu lowered his head and didn't dare to look at him. He always felt that under Yi Ming's expressionless disguise, his true expression must be wonderful.

"You are so brave, how dare you choose such a name!" Wu Rong was furious.

His Majesty the Demon Lord is the god in his heart!

What an honor it was for God to come and watch him play!

How could you be so humiliated!

Sheng Xi was innocent: "My parents chose the name, and my brother didn't object. Why are you so anxious?"

"Who do you think your brother is? I'm going to teach you a lesson today!" Wu Rong said and looked at the referee, "Has the game started?"

There are strict rules in the selection competition. You are not allowed to hurt anyone before the competition starts, otherwise you will be disqualified from the competition.

In order to beat up Sheng Xi in the game, Wu Rong kept the rules of the game in mind.

The referee glanced at Yi Ming, and seeing that the other party didn't say anything, he bravely nodded and said, "Now the game begins!"

Your Majesty may not be able to attack a young monk due to his status.

If Wu Rong is willing to help him clear his name, that would be great.

Wu Rong is an individual cultivator. Hearing the words, he immediately activated his mental skills and attacked Sheng Xi with his fist.

His figure suddenly doubled in size, and the golden elixir aura on his body was close to the Nascent Soul stage.

A punch was thrown out, the air was compressed, and a harsh sonic boom was emitted.

Sheng Xi nimbly dodged and met with a fist.

She has experienced the power of the Giant King and knows how to use the power in her body.

The two physical cultivators were fighting each other, and their fists hit the flesh, making a solid and dull sound.

The demons watching the game feel pain just hearing it.

But Sheng Xi's expression remained unchanged, he took one punch after another, then greeted him with another punch, gradually suppressing Wu Rong's offensive.

Meeting a well-matched opponent, the anger on Wu Rong's face disappeared a little, and instead he was a little happy: "You are very powerful, but it's a pity that you met me."

He shouted sharply, and the aura around him suddenly changed dramatically.

The perfect golden elixir in the dantian was shattered, and a milky-white Nascent Soul flew out from it.

He made a breakthrough at the last minute!

"The little girl is dead now."

"She deserves it! Let her have such a false name!"

Sheng Xi didn't panic at all, and smiled the same way at Wu Rong: "You are also very powerful, but it's a pity that you met me."

She lowered her head and breathed into her fist, then punched Wu Rong directly in the abdomen.

Wu Rong's body and the surrounding spiritual energy were attacked, and they all retreated in an unstoppable trend.

His figure flew out of the prescribed range of the martial arts arena and fell to the ground, unable to move.

Sheng Xi's punch was only a little bit close to shattering his Dantian.

He knew that it wasn't that Sheng Xi didn't have the ability, but that she had left a way out for herself.

He is indeed the little ancestor of God in his heart.

In the astonishment of the demons, the referee announced the result of the game in surprise: "Yi...Yiming's little ancestor won!"

The audience burst into cheers subconsciously.

The corners of Yiming's mouth curled up and he looked at Sheng Xi appreciatively.

It's okay, the little ancestor didn't embarrass him. (End of chapter)