The Heaven Ladder

"Now let's invite the three referees of our competition to speak!" the old man shouted and quickly fell to the ground.

With the old man's voice just falling, three middle-aged people with different styles took off quickly. It was Yu Tianyu and them.

"Your participation in the zongmen competition proves that you are the best of the younger generation. Therefore, whether you win or lose today! You are the pride of my departure from the East! As the leader of the country leaving the East, I Wu Yishan feel very lucky to see your shining new strength in my lifetime. I think the next battle must be a battle between dragons and tigers!"

The first speaker was Wu Yishan, a middle-aged man in a Kowloon robe in the central position. His sonorous and powerful voice echoed on the sky platform, causing bursts of blood boiling roars below. The unique domineering of the national Lord was incisively and exquisitely presented on him.

"Is he the Lord of the East departure?" looking at Yu Yishan in the sky, Xiao Yihan licked his shriveled lips and flashed a fine light in his eyes.

"I say smelly boys! I don't want to say any polite words. Beat the boys of Wuzong down for me. Otherwise, there will be no dinner at night!" the short and fat middle-aged man laughed half jokingly and half seriously.

"Don't worry, sect leader! Just stare and watch how the Wuzong guys were whipped by us!" the thin young monkey showed his Mori white teeth and glanced at Xiao Yihan and others lightly, with a bloodthirsty smile on the corners of his mouth.

"Hehe, you'd better think about how to keep your own head!" pulled out the huge axe behind, and Xu Wu said contemptuously with a cold light in his eyes.

"Listen to Wuzong's! Wuzong has never won the third place! You know what I mean!" glanced at the pudgy middle-aged man inadvertently, and Yu Tianyu said with a laugh.

As soon as Yu Tianyu's voice fell, a fierce color flashed in the eyes of the pudgy middle-aged man around him. He had been pressed by Wu Zong for many years and had become a pain in his heart. At the moment, Yu Tianyu opened the scars one after another. Even he could not suppress his inner anger.

"Father! Just keep your eyes open! No cat or dog can take away the honor of Wuzong!" Yu Yiran, who has always been gentle and elegant, revealed Lingtian's war intention all over at this time, which is quite different from him in the past.

Staring at Yu Yiran in a daze, a trace of horror flashed in Xiao Yihan's eyes.

"It's worthy of being the Pope's big ratio. Sure enough, the strong ones emerge in endlessly! They were confused by his appearance in the past!" Xiao Yihan whispered to himself when he felt the strong spirit of awe and death revealed by Yu Yiran.

Soon, after the three finished speaking, they turned and flew back. After Yu Tianyu and them flew to the referee's seat, the white haired old man rose to mid air again.

"As usual, zongmen Dabi adopts the scoring system. The three forces randomly select their opponents. The winner will add three points, and the loser will not score. The last person who is free will get three points for free! You should understand my words!" the old man smiled and said, looking at the crowd calmly.

Although the old man's words are short, the meaning is obvious. Random selection avoids intentional targeting, and the spare person is a person with great luck. It is understandable to get three points for free.

Seeing that everyone had no objection, the old man took out a bamboo tube and quickly fell to the ground.

"Next! You line up to me to draw your own numbers!"

The old man took out a bamboo stick engraved with small characters, quickly threw it into the bamboo tube, covered it and shook it.

"Let's go!" he gently touched Yu Feifei's beautiful hair. Xiao Yihan held her hand and quickly walked towards the old man.

The rest of the people also began to move towards the old man in an orderly way, but Wu Qian didn't seem to want to pass. He still stood in place with his eyes closed.

"Brother Yu, when did Feifei have a Taoist companion?" Wu Yishan frowned at the intimacy between Xiao Yihan and Yu Feifei below.

"I don't know about this. We can't get involved in the affairs of young people." he shook his head helplessly, and Yu Tianyu looked at Xiao Yihan coldly.

"I've heard that the great prince Wu Qian has a special liking for Yu Feifei. Is this inside..." the pudgy middle-aged man looked at Yu Tianyu jokingly as he said.

"We can't decide who Feifei likes. We'll see how they develop in the future." she gave a hard blow to the short and fat middle-aged man, and Yu Tianyu said in a deep voice.

"Brother Yu said the same thing. After all, this is Feifei's life-long event. We must not fool around. However, as elders, we should bear more and not let her be cheated." after a cold look at Xiao Yihan, Wu Yishan smiled at Yu Tianyu.

He nodded gently. Yu Tianyu didn't say anything more, but his eyes looked at Xiao Yihan, but there were some changes. He said in his heart, "your boy is being watched by a group of terrorist figures now. I want to see how you end."

Soon, all the bamboo sticks were divided, and everyone began to wait quietly with their own bamboo sticks. However, what people never expected was that Wu Qian, the last one to draw the lottery, was the person who added atmospheric luck and drew a blank lot.

"Yi Han, what number are you?" quickly broke off Xiao Yi Han's hand, and Yu Feifei asked curiously.

Because it is a random draw, even people of the same family are very likely to fight. Yu Feifei is worried about it.

"Mine is number five! What about you?" Xiao Yihan said in a indifferent voice.

"Wow! Mine is No. 4! Almost we are opponents!" patted her chest, and Yu Feifei shouted happily.

"I won't dare to fight with you." affectionately pinched Yu Feifei's Qiong nose, and Xiao Yihan said gently.

"No! If you fight with me, you must win! You must win this competition!" she looked at Xiao Yihan discontentedly, and Yu Feifei said seriously.

Seeing Yu Feifei's serious look, Xiao Yihan gently nodded without saying anything, but he had held a breath in his heart.

"Now that everyone has drawn their own number! Then, the competition officially begins! Now please enter the center for the two contestants who have drawn number one, and everyone else will step back!"

As soon as the old man's voice fell, two young people walked quickly into the field.

One of them, Xiao Yihan, knew Yao Tian, the official Wu Zong. The man who fought against him was a burly young man wearing a black scarf from Qizong.

The burly young man was holding a big knife. His vitality was crazy and murderous. Looking at Yao Tian's pupil, he was full of disdain.

"Pay attention to your head." looking at the burly young man opposite, Yao Tian looked relaxed and spoke in an abnormal tone of contempt.

When everyone had retreated to the edge of the roof and asked about the central position of the roof, a transparent mask immediately rose to completely cover Yao Tian and the burly youth.

"I announce! Wu Zong Yao Tian vs. Qi Zong magic tiger, start now!"

With the old man's low roar, two spirits of killing immediately filled the transparent hood, and the battle was imminent.