Brother is really tough

Chapter 19 Fiasco
There are six arenas in the arena, and there are competitions in the running water. If there is a loser, the name inscribed on the Xuanling stone tablet of one's own side will disappear;
The winner will receive a bronze forged banyan flower medal, and wearing this medal can participate in tomorrow's promotion competition.

"Senior brother Yiduo, you are also a disciple of the inner court, why don't you participate in the competition?"

"Not interested in!"

Bai Yiduo looked nonchalant, but in fact he knew better than anyone else that they didn't take him to play at all.

The spiritual master level is only an entry level, not to mention that Bai Yiduo is still a first-level spiritual master, which is no different from having no spiritual rank.

To participate in this kind of competition, the minimum standard must be the middle level of Qi training.

"What a pity!" Du Ling'er's pretty eyebrows tilted slightly, feeling quite regretful.

In the fighting arena, a disciple of Zhengbingtang fell to the ground with a bang and wanted to stand up, but he staggered and spewed out a mouthful of blood, which caused a commotion in the audience.

And on the arena, the woman in the white skirt stood proudly, put away her long sword, clasped her fists and said, "Brother Luo!"

This male disciple named Luo Dahai was full of hostility and resentment, but with his name on the mysterious stone tablet behind him, no matter how much resentment and resentment he had, he could only give up.

He cupped his fists and bowed to the woman, then walked into the crowd in desperation.

A fairy-like elder floated over, holding an exquisite wooden box in his hand. When the box was opened, a delicate and exquisite bronze banyan flower shone brightly under the scorching sun.

At this time, the audience began to discuss:
"Who is this girl? She is so strong! Even Senior Brother Luo lost to her!"

"She is Yuxiu from Zhengjiatang."

"I thought Zhengjiatang had no strong man except Ouyang Jie, but I didn't expect it! She's a female disciple."

"Oh, so what? Look at their Xuanling stone tablet, which is the least among the three halls."

Listening to the non-cutting words in the audience, the woman who had just won a bronze banyan flower's complexion was slightly condensed, and when she glanced at the Xuanling stele, her arrogant expression dimmed a bit.

Walking back to the camp, Li Sumei smiled gratifiedly, but seeing the latter's look of loss, she seemed to have guessed something, she tilted her pretty eyebrows slightly, and shook her head helplessly.

"It's already very good, don't have any emotions, the later games are the home game, and we may not lose."

Li Sumei patted the woman's shoulder comfortingly, and turned her gaze back to the ring.

On the high platform, a beautiful-looking female coach opened the roster, then chose a name, and read: "Zhengyitang, Wang Dashan."

Hearing the sound, a male disciple of Zhengyi Hall jumped onto the ring,
This person is short, but fat and oily, holding two sharp axes, his round belly is sagging, and the Taoist robe can't cover the swaying fat when he walks.

Seeing Wang Dashan walking into the ring, the female coach twitched and quickly looked away.

"Wang Dashan, to Zhengbingtang..."

"Wait~"

Wang Dashan interrupted suddenly, and said with a smile on his greasy face: "Can I choose a fellow Taoist from Zhengjia Hall?"

After all, Wang Dashan also gestured at his short arms and legs, and said with a wicked smile: "I am not good at learning, and I am born at a disadvantage. I want to find a weaker disciple to compete with."

As soon as these words came out, Li Sumei's face changed suddenly.

And the hundreds of disciples behind her were even more upset, and Qun Yong was furious.

"Wang Dashan, what do you mean? Are my Zhengjiatang disciples inferior?"

Seeing that one word stirred up thousands of waves, Wang Dashan took a few steps back in shock, his throat rolled, and he said aggrievedly: "It's not that I think you are weak, but..."

As he spoke, he turned his gaze to the Xuanling Stele in Zhengjia Hall.

The three Xuanling steles recorded the battles of the three disciples,
Half a day had passed, and the competition was half completed, but on the Xuanling stele in Zhengjia Hall, there were less than ten shortlisted disciples.

On the other hand, in the other two martial arts halls, there are 61 people in Zhengbingtang and 56 people in Zhengyitang, both of which are more than half.

"Li Changjiao, such an obvious disparity, I think it's hard to ignore it!"

Li Sumei's face flushed red with anger, and her white jade fingers creaked.

Finally, a male disciple of Zhengjiatang couldn't bear it any longer, drew out his long sword and shouted: "Chen Yanqing of Zhengjiatang, come to ask for advice..."

This is the first time since the competition that a disciple self-recommended to appear on the stage, and the young coach with the roster looked astonished.

Before the female coach could speak, a fight broke out on the ring.

The female coach looked at the elders in bewilderment. Seeing that no one spoke, she acquiesced to their competition.

As soon as the precedent was set, and following Chen Yanqing's defeat, in the subsequent competitions, both Zheng Bing Tang and Zheng Yi Tang challenged the disciples of Zheng Jia Tang by name.
As a result, the number of disciples preparing for battle in Zhengjia Hall dropped sharply.

What is unbelievable is that Zhengjiatang's overall strength is indeed very weak, and in the subsequent competitions, he rarely wins.

"It seems that female monks should not be allowed to be long teachers!" An old man with white beard shook his head helplessly.

"In all previous competitions, no martial arts hall has ever been so disadvantaged!"

"According to the ratio, I'm afraid that this year Zhengjiatang... will hardly have a place to enter the hospital!"

The moment the elders of the sect on the high platform talked about this matter, following the emotional and fierce battle among the disciples in the martial field, soon, there were only a few disciples left in Zhengjia Hall.

At this time, on the Xuanling stele of the three halls, there are 69 people in Zhengbing hall, 75 people in Zhengyi hall, and 27 people in Zhengjia hall.

……

"Brother Yiduo, your martial arts hall won't even reach [-]% of the finalists, right?" Du Linger murmured softly outside the martial field.

Bai Yiduo leaned against the wall in a daze, and couldn't bear to look any more.

"It shouldn't be!"

"But, there are only 3 people left on your side!"

That is to say, the remaining three people must all win, so that Zhengjiatang can retain the last bit of dignity and participate in the following competition with a [-]% finalist rate.

……

In the martial arts arena, a red-haired woman stepped onto the ring, her black lips slightly tilted, and a pair of red fire golden wheels whirred in her hands, cutting through the air, creating ripples of killing.

I saw the red-haired woman looking arrogantly around, and finally set her sights on Zhengjiatang's camp.

"Lady Lie Lun of Zhengbing Hall, please enlighten me from fellow Taoists of Zhengjia Hall." The woman said sadly.

Seeing the pair of red fire golden wheels in the woman's hands, the three male disciples in the Zhengjia hall looked at each other with fear.

Li Sumei's phoenix eyes were fixed, and she said something in the ear of a disciple. The latter heard the words with determination in his eyes, stepped on his feet, and floated towards him.

"Zhengjiatang Zhao Zhiqiang, please enlighten me!"

After all, the two fought together, and the flames surged for a while, and the entire ring was enveloped in a heat wave.

In the beginning, Lie Lunnv's aura crushed her opponent, which once made people think that Zhao Zhiqiang was completely defeated, but as the battle dragged on, gradually, some people found that Lie Lunnv began to lose her strength, and the red fire aura in her hands was drying up.

On the other hand, Zhao Zhiqiang was just defending from the beginning to the end, and many people didn't even know the attributes of his spiritual veins.

"Damn it!" Lie Lun Nu finally found out that something was wrong, the smoky makeup on her face became hideous, but the red fire golden wheel in her hand gradually dimmed.

Seeing this situation, Zhao Zhiqiang's eyes tightened, knowing that the time had come, with a swirl of the sword blade, the azure aura swirled and rose, and the tide poured down...

"What? He's a water-type spirit vein?" Someone exclaimed.

Only at this moment did everyone realize that the disadvantage Zhao Zhiqiang of Zhengjiatang showed just now was actually forbearance in order to consume the other party's spiritual energy.Wait until the time is right before using your water system spirit veins to suppress the enemy.

Without any suspense, Lie Lun girl lost!

With the defeat of Lie Lun Girl, the competition of the other two rings came to an end. One of the disciples named Zhang Dabao was defeated, while a disciple named Wang Sikun, with perseverance, He insisted on carrying it down, earning an extra bronze banyan flower for Zhengjiatang.

By this time, Zhengjiatang had exhausted the number of disciples preparing for the battle, and the number 29 was impressively displayed on the Xuanling stele!
Still can't reach it?

Li Sumei sighed!
Without [-]% of the finalists, her career as a long-term teacher has come to an end.

Yuxiu walked up to Li Sumei with tears in her eyes, wanted to say something but couldn't speak,
The other disciples of Zhengjiatang were also saddened, looking at their long teacher, they were speechless.

(End of this chapter)