Guards lottery

This hibiscus golden needle needs to be mastered by the inner strength "Wudang Xinfa" to the level of Mahayana. Many inner disciples are not good at learning it. , and it can be retracted and released freely, and the strength and speed are also properly handled, which makes their eyes shine.

Although the use of hidden weapons in the ring competition is somewhat disgusting, but this Hibiscus Golden Needle hidden weapon is indeed a martial art of the Wudang sect, and there is no distinction between good and evil in martial arts, only those who use them are good or evil.

With the help of Furong Jinzhen, Bai Zhanyuan's next battle was like a broken bamboo, and he defeated nine outer disciples in one go, plus Zhang Lan who didn't come, that's ten.

This time, all ten outer disciples were defeated, and Bai Zhanyuan jumped the dragon gate for the second time!

If Bai Zhanyuan can still win in the final competition where the three inner disciples challenge the elite disciples, then he will surpass Zhang Yufeng and become the second only to Lan Ruoxi in the Wudang School in the past century, and the second to achieve the third level of carp. The disciple who jumped.

"The number of entries for the inner disciples this time is three. They originally wanted to challenge the elite disciple Xun Fang, but now they challenge Bai...Bai Zhanyuan!" Elder Guo muttered a little excitedly, and at the same time looked at Bai who was beside him. The elder found that Elder Bai was very happy, as if he looked younger all of a sudden.

Although Elder Bai was secretly pleased, he also knew that the following inner disciples were no better than outer disciples, because inner disciples could practice several more martial arts: "Wuji Xuan Gongquan", "Wudang Cotton Palm", "Bagua" "Youlong Palm", "Zhenyao Iron Palm", "Returning Wind Palm", "Tiger Claw Hand", "Shenmen Thirteen Swords", "Rouyun Sword Art".

"No.1 challenger, Zhou Cangkai, please come on stage!" Elder Guo stood up and shouted.

At this time, Wu Bao, the deacon of the outer sect, had stepped down and was replaced by Deacon Mei of the inner sect.

Deacon Mei is about fifty years old, with a goatee, dark face, thin and thin profile, sparse eyebrows, and cloudy eyes.He glanced at Bai Zhanyuan, who was taking Zhonghuiqi Dan and meditating on the stage, and then at his disciple Zhou Cankai who came up the steps on the right, secretly comparing the strength of the two.

This week Cankai is in his thirties, he looks more mature and steady, he was born in the fifth level of cultivation, and he has practiced "Wudang Cotton Palm" very well.

This Bai Zhanyuan fought quite hard, the second player defeated Zhou Cangkai only after more than 200 moves and five or six gold needles were wasted.

"Zhou Cangkai failed the challenge, and rewarded Bai Zhanyuan with a White Tiger Killing Pill!" Deacon Mei announced.

Since then, Bai Zhanyuan has received the following rewards: one Xisui Pill, one Yijing Pill, one Yaoxin Jiedu Pill, one Sanhuang Baola Pill, and one Baihu Death Pill.

If he wins another game, he will get a sharp weapon: the White Dragon Sword!This sword was originally used by Lu Feiqing, a predecessor of Wudang Dynasty. It has twists and turns like a soft sword.

"Hahaha, as long as I defeat another one, I can get the White Dragon Sword! Hehe, White Dragon Sword, Ningbi Sword, Zhenwu Sword, Seven Star Sword, Taiji Sword, each one is a sharp weapon!" Bai Zhanyuan slightly A little excited, his surname is Bai, and he thinks that only the White Dragon Sword is worthy of him, so he is determined to win the White Dragon Sword.

Unfortunately, the arrival of a person broke his dream.

"Little ancestor, why did you come here?" Wu Bao was walking anxiously outside the square, just in time to bump into Zhang Lan who was rushing over.

"Hehe, I was delayed by a small matter, it's only ten o'clock! Where is the game going?" Zhang Lan came over and asked.

"It's only ten o'clock? Thanks to what you said, if you don't come again, you will have nothing to do! A total of three inner disciples signed up, and there are only two other than you! Zhou Cangkai has already lost, and only Fei Kankan is left I'm with you!" Wu Bao said angrily.

"Hey, it's okay. I have a reputation as a forerunner. I knew I would be late, so I signed up for three games. I missed two games and there is one more. Haha, I just caught up with the last game!" Zhang Lan laughed. He strode towards the auditorium.

Originally, Zhang Lan would come earlier, but who knew that something minor happened at home, so she went back to her hometown, and then hurried over.

When Zhang Lan came, the disciples in the penance training area immediately broke the pot and said: "Oh, I thought that kid was so scared that he didn't dare to come!"

"Look, the kid who looks like Bruce Lee is Zhang Shanfeng? It's nǎinǎi, why does it sound so similar to our patriarch Zhang Sanfeng's name?" An inner disciple looked back and pointed at Zhang who was following Deacon Wu. Lan said depressedly.

Bai Zhanyuan, who was sitting cross-legged on the stage adjusting his breath, opened his eyes slightly, looked at Zhang Lan contemptuously, smiled coldly, then closed his eyes to rest his mind.In his opinion, Zhang Lan came so late on purpose just to attract everyone's attention. He really is a lunatic, and his behavior is just different from that of regular people.

Deacon Wu hurriedly ran to the rostrum, and told the boss about Zhang Lan's late arrival.Surprisingly, Wu Zhenru was not angry at all, and said indifferently: "Maybe something happened temporarily? I don't believe he is so ignorant that he would sleep in before the competition?"

"Master, that person is Zhang Shanfeng? What is his cultivation level?" Lan Ruoxi blinked her big black eyes, and asked Fang Protector in front of her with her mouth tilted up.

"I'm not the patriarch. I have cultivated yin and yang eyes, and I can see through other people's cultivation bases out of thin air, but he will definitely play in the ring later, and I can tell what cultivation bases I have at a glance." Fang Hufa said.

In fact, Fang Hufa had secretly used his skills to check Zhang Lan's cultivation just now, and found that he was ordinary, but he vaguely felt that there was something weird about him?Even with his half-immortal cultivation base, it is difficult to determine Zhang Lan's true strength.

Elder Guo also glanced at Zhang Shanfeng who had just sat down, and muttered loudly: "Next, inner disciple Fei Kankan will take the stage!"

The crowd looked at the inner door seating area, and found a disciple standing up with his head bowed. He said in shame, "I abstain!", then looked up at Bai Zhanyuan, who was watching him on the platform, and winked at him.Although his small movements were hard to detect, the careful Elder Bai noticed it, and thought to himself, this kid is on the way, so he should be promoted instead.

The crowd was in an uproar, but Fei Kankan actually abstained automatically?If Zhang Shanfeng hadn't come, wouldn't Bai Zhanyuan have already achieved the carp triple jump?

"In this match, Fei Kankan abstained and rewarded Bai Zhanyuan with a Yirong Pill! Next up is Zhang Shanfeng, please!" Elder Guo said, looking at Zhang Lan who was sitting sideways in the penance training area.

Since Zhang Shanfeng was not used to the name yet, Zhang Lan was looking around before Elder Guo called him.

"Hey, student Shanfuzi, Elder Guo is calling you!" The kind person beside him reminded.

"What kind of horse? Oh oh!"

After being reminded by the brother next door, Zhang Lan remembered that Zhang Shanfeng was himself!He stretched himself, looked up at the rostrum, and found that all the leaders were watching him like a panda.Especially that Elder Bai's gaze was even more special, blinking and blinking, as if trying to imply something to him?

Zhang Lan didn't care so much, stood up lazily, and nodded to the rostrum.

He came to participate in this carp leaping over the dragon's gate event entirely for the task of the lottery system. The opponents he met before were either five qi dynasty yuan or half celestial beings. He can kill a basket of youngsters below three flowers with one big move.Therefore, for Zhang Lan, this kind of battle is like a big boy fighting a kindergarten friend.

Seeing Zhang Lan standing up without knowing what to do, the Elder Bai's eyes suddenly became stern, staring at Zhang Lan coldly like a poisonous snake, as if saying: Boy, you'd better abstain, your benefits will be indispensable in the future ;If you are brave, you will suffer in the future!

"Ok?"

Seeing Elder Bai's unfriendly gaze, Zhang Lan frowned.

According to seniority, Zhang Lan is Zhang Sanfeng's closed disciple, and even Wu Zhenru, the head of the sect, affectionately called him "Master Uncle". This Elder Bai is usually a good person, but when it comes to his own family, why does he become so powerful?

"Hehe, is this gaze threatening me? That's okay, the Thousand Miles Sound Transmission Technique I just learned a few days ago just came in handy." Zhang Lan sneered, took a step, stepped out of the seat, and walked towards the aisle next to him .

At the same time, the golden talisman with the word "transmission" hanging in his Niwan Palace was lit up, and a mysterious voice reached Elder Bai's ears.

"Elder Bai, I'm Zhang Shanfeng, why are you staring at me like this? Are you threatening me?"

Elder Bai was startled when he heard this voice, and subconsciously shouted: "Who?".Elder Jin on the side said: "Old Bai, what the hell, you are so surprised?"

Wu Zhenru and Fang Hufa also looked at him, Elder Bai said awkwardly: "It's nothing... hallucination... hallucination!".Hearing Elder Bai talk about hallucinations, Wu Zhenru thought that Elder Bai was too worried about Bai Zhanyuan's next match and had hallucinations in his mind, so he didn't think much about it.

In fact, how did he know that Zhang Lan used the voice transmission technique of thousands of miles to talk to him just now?

"You say, this Zhang Shanfeng has no real talent and learning?"

Looking at the back of Zhang Lan who was walking towards the ring from the passage, the audience whispered among themselves.

"What's the hurry, you'll find out later! But this kid is absolutely courageous!" he said as soon as he entered.

Soon, under the gaze of everyone, Zhang Lan stepped onto the ring from the steps on the left.

"Meet Deacon Mei!" Zhang Lan bowed to Mei Donghai who was holding a drumstick.

"Are you Zhang Shanfeng?" A very unfriendly voice came from behind.

Zhang Lan turned around and glanced at Bai Zhanyuan, who was dressed in white and had a Tai Chi gossip on his chest. He looked a bit like the Chinchilla Bai Yutang on TV, with a bit of arrogance and a bit of chic.

Bai Zhanyuan also looked Zhang Shanfeng up and down. He was about 1.7 meters tall, with an inch-inch head, a chiseled face, and sharp eyes. He was wearing a penance disciple uniform, with black leggings on his feet, waiting for cloth boots.

"Damn it, this kid is pulling you hard!" Bai Zhanyuan cursed inwardly, and slowly stood up.

Bai Zhanyuan found that this Shan Feng looked very similar to the former kung fu superstar Bruce Lee, no matter in figure or face shape, even his eyes and movements were similar.

"I'm Zhang Shanfeng, I've kept you waiting!" Zhang Lan cupped his hands.

Bai Zhanyuan frowned, and cursed in his heart: "Fuck, who's waiting for you? I'd be happy if you didn't come! However, if you defeat him in the last match, maybe the victory will be even more glorious!"