Immortal Martial Lord

Chapter 36 The competition begins

After the drawing of lots, a duel list was quickly posted, and a group of disciples immediately gathered around to watch. After this method of drawing lots, every disciple who participates in the Nine Meridians Examination will have two duels with two other disciples.

Among the two duels, the disciples who win both games and those who win one and lose can advance to the next round of competition, while the disciples who lose both games will be eliminated.

The reason why we don't advance to the next competition according to the method of determining the outcome in one game is because the victory or defeat in one game will often bury other disciples who have great potential and have a lot of room for development.

Just like, if Li Lingfeng faced Dongfang Chen, Dongfang Chen would be eliminated if he lost, and with Dongfang Chen's strength, he would never stop there.

Therefore, in order to avoid this kind of thing from happening, each disciple will have two competitions. Even if he loses in one of the two competitions, he will not be eliminated because of it.

Of course, if someone draws a strong opponent like Li Lingfeng and is drawn by another strong opponent, then he will be unlucky.

"Hmph! I didn't expect that my second opponent would be him!" Gu Fei mingled among the disciples and looked at the posted list of duels for the first round, with a half-smile on his face. .

One of the two opponents is an acquaintance. Unexpectedly, the two met in the first round of competition.

"Hey! Gu Fei, you are destined to be unlucky this time!" Suddenly, a sinister voice came from the side.

When Gu Fei heard this voice, he couldn't help but frown. He knew who the owner of this voice was without looking. He was too lazy to pay attention to this annoying guy.

However, this guy was very ignorant. When he saw Gu Fei ignoring him, he did not retreat. Instead, he came forward and whispered in Gu Fei's ear: "If you are willing to return that talisman to me, If so, I might be able to ask Senior Brother Dongfang to make your loss more dignified and less ugly."

"Huh?" Gu Fei turned around fiercely, with two sharp eyes as sharp as blades. He stared at the uninvited guest and said in a deep voice: "Wang Yuanzhi, I didn't expect you to be so shameless. This is The so-called descendants of aristocratic families?”

The man was stared at by Gu Fei's sharp gaze, and he was already frightened. However, when he heard Gu Fei's words, his face changed. His face changed from frightened to angry, and the muscles on his face tightened slightly due to anger. Twitched.

"Haha! Okay, Gu Fei, you have the guts!" Wang Yuanzhi laughed angrily, and after saying that, he turned around and walked towards Dongfang Chen. It seemed that he was looking for Dongfang Chen to vent his anger on him.

Some of the surrounding disciples had noticed this scene, and they were all shocked. They couldn't understand why Gu Fei dared to anger Wang Yuanzhi.

In the Taixuan Sect, it has become a consensus among the disciples that Cuilingfeng's lineage is useless, and Gu Fei's cultivation has always been at the bottom among the younger generation of disciples in the sect. Why is he so confident this time? Isn't he afraid that Wang Yuanzhi will settle the score with him?
  It turned out that Gu Fei's defeat of Wang Yuanzhi did not spread among the sect. Wang Yuanzhi actually had some tricks to keep the two disciples who had always been good friends with him secretive.

Sure enough, Gu Fei saw that Wang Yuanzhi said something in Dongfang Chen's ear. Dongfang Chen immediately looked at Gu Fei with a glint in his eyes.

But no one thought that Gu Fei was no longer afraid of Wang Yuanzhi. Wang Yuanzhi's cultivation was only at the peak of the fifth heaven, and Gu Fei's cultivation was already two heavens higher than him. Now Gu Fei could defeat Wang Yuanzhi with one hand, so why should he care about this person who was far weaker than him?

Even Dongfang Chen is just a cultivator at the same level as him, and among the cultivators at the same level, he has a natural advantage and is stronger than the cultivators at the same level.

"Brother, what did Wang Yuanzhi come to say to you?" Zhao Zirou walked over and asked worriedly. She still knew who Wang Yuanzhi was. He was a well-rounded figure among the young disciples.

"Haha, it's nothing..." Gu Fei didn't want Zhao Zirou to know about his grudges with Wang Yuanzhi. Just when Zhao Zirou was about to say something else, suddenly, a "Dang!" sound was heard in the Taixuan Hall, and a melodious bell rang, and all the disciples suddenly became energetic. For a moment, the originally noisy square suddenly became quiet.

The sound of the bell also interrupted the conversation between Gu Fei and Zhao Zirou.

On the steps in front of Taixuan Hall, the figure of Taoist Xuanfa appeared. He took a step forward, looked around at the countless disciples in the square under the steps, and said loudly: "The competition begins."

As he spoke, he flicked his sleeves, walked back to his seat, and sat down. The rumble of drums suddenly resounded through the sky, like the sound of war drums on the battlefield. When Gu Fei heard it, he suddenly felt like his blood was boiling.

"here we go!"

After beating the drum, a group of disciples swarmed towards the nine arenas in the square. In the nine arenas, eighteen people competed at a time. The eighty-one disciples participating in the competition could complete their respective firsts in nine attempts. Field competition.

"Brother, I'm going up!" Zhao Zirou was among the eighteen people who entered the ring for the first time.

Gu Fei looked at Zhao Zirou and said, "Well! I wish you success!"

Zhao Zirou's face turned red inexplicably, showing a hint of shyness, and then she walked towards one of the arenas.

Nine arenas, ranging from over one foot high to five feet in diameter, are lined up from west to east, from stage one to stage nine. The stage where Zhao Zirou competes with others is stage three.

At this time, the disciples of Zizhu Peak had gathered in the audience. Zhao Zirou's opponent was a disciple of Wangyue Peak named Chu Zhan.

A group of disciples from Wangyue Peak also came to the stage to cheer Na Chu Zhan.

"Master!" Zhao Zirou came to the audience and smiled at her master Yan Xingyun, but there was no trace of nervousness on her face.

"Be careful!" Zhao Zirou's master, Yan Xingyun, ordered. Yan Xingyun is a middle-aged female Taoist with a particularly charming appearance in Zizhu Peak. She is dressed in a green Taoist robe and looks very graceful.

A competition between the same students is done at the last minute. However, a competition is a competition after all. Occasionally, you may miss and injure your opponent. It will also happen.

Zhao Zirou responded, then kicked her right leg hard on the ground, her body immediately rose into the sky, and landed lightly on the stage. The one-foot-tall arena can be jumped up even without any Taoist skills.

Zhao Zirou is as beautiful as a flower, and her white clothes are as white as snow. Most of the disciples in the audience, including Zizhufeng, are male. When they first saw Zhao Zirou on stage, they immediately felt a sense of surprise, attracting the attention of all the male disciples in the audience.

At this time, Zhao Zirou's opponent, Chu Zhan from Wangyue Peak, also jumped onto the ring. The two approached each other, with a distance of about ten feet between them, and then they stood still.

Zhao Zirou raised her hands to Chu Zhan and said, "Senior Brother Chu, please give me some advice."

(End of this chapter)