Tyrant Dragon Emperor

Item 0574

"Hey! My deacon disciple has no status at all, so I do some chores in the hall of learning, such as martial arts gatherings, where the deacon brothers are serving around. Where is my turn to show off?"

Chen Yu waved his hand and sighed, with a helpless expression on his face.

Jiang Tian patted him on the shoulder: "Senior Brother Chen, don't care about this, as long as you stick to it steadily, one day you will become a senior deacon disciple!"

"I hope so!" Chen Yu shook his head, as if full of emotion.

"Junior Brother Jiang, look at the front row of people. They are all top masters in this martial arts conference. They are all at the peak of the Moon Realm. Some are even about to break through to the Chongyang Realm. When you meet these people, don't take it lightly. !"

Chen Yu pointed to the front row of disciples, one by one with sword eyebrows and star eyes, arrogant and arrogant. It was the group of people Jiang Tian had just looked at.

"Senior Brother Chen, don't worry, I know everything in my heart and I won't care about it."

Jiang Tian shook his head and smiled, looking at the front view seat.

The elder of the academy stood proudly, looking down at the many disciples, and was announcing the rules of the martial arts competition.

The rules are also very simple. The 16 strongest students will be selected in advance according to the ranking of the participating disciples, and other disciples will be allowed to challenge.

The winner takes its place, and the loser is automatically eliminated. There is no too complicated emphasis on the hard power.

After the announcement, the 16 highest-ranked disciples immediately boarded the spectator stand and took a seat next to the elder, arousing the admiration and admiration of all the disciples.

"Look, that is Senior Brother Dong Yan. It is said that his cultivation has reached the peak of the Moon Reaching Stage. If it weren't for participating in this martial arts conference, I am afraid that he would have to advance to the Chongyang Stage!"

"Oh my God! The strength is so terrible, isn't it safe to win the first place, then others are better than a shit?"

"Look! The tall and stunning beauty in a red tight-fitting martial robes next to him is the famous Sikong family genius, Sikong Mengxue!"

"It turns out she is Sikong Mengxue, she is really a stunning beauty!"

"What? She is Sikong Mengxue. She only heard her name but didn't see her before, but she was shocked to see him today!"

There was a heated discussion among the people, and their eyes gathered on Sikong Mengxue's moving face, full of passion and yearning.

Sikong Mengxue is not only beautiful in appearance, but also a noble birthplace. She is a young lady from the Sikong family among the four great clans. If she can form a deep friendship with this kind of person, she will definitely have a lot of face in Qingxuancheng.

If you can go one step further and capture her heart, I'm afraid I won't have to worry in this life!

"Hehe, everyone, wake up!" The sneer suddenly sounded, as if a basin of cold water was poured down, if everyone was very unhappy.

"Ok?"

"It's a terrible sight!"

Everyone complained and looked at the sharp-faced disciple with annoyed eyes.

The sharp-faced disciple shook his head and sneered, disdainfully said: "Sikong Mengxue is indeed very beautiful, and his family is also very extraordinary, but how can such a woman be your turn? So I advise everyone to wake up and not have such endless dreams!"

"Huh! The prince and general Xiangning is kind, why can't we think about it?"

"In case one day I advance my cultivation base and become a unique genius in the academy, maybe she will take the initiative to show my favor!"

Everyone refused to accept it and scolded each other.

The sharp-faced disciple shook his head and smiled: "It sounds so nice, but I guess you don't believe this. Even if you have a turn, you will not have your turn. Let's take a look at the geniuses on stage!"

The corners of everyone's eyes twitched, although they were not convinced, but when they turned their heads to watch the people on the stage, they immediately fainted.

All the illusions just now were shattered by reality.

Yes!

Compared with the dozen or so talented masters on stage, do they have a chance?

Looking at the silent people, the sharp-faced disciple poured cold water again.

"Haha, don't forget, only some geniuses participated in this martial arts conference, and there are still many masters with strong cultivation bases who have not come!"

As soon as this statement came out, everyone fell silent, their faces very ugly.

The sharp-faced disciple is very proud. Although he has no chance, he just likes to stimulate others in this way and pull them back into reality. This will make him feel psychologically balanced and have an inexplicable sense of accomplishment.

...

On the spectator stand, sixteen talented disciples sat with arrogance and a strong sense of superiority between their eyebrows.

"Brother Dong, you are the strongest among us. If we meet in the end, you can be merciful!"

A silver-robed disciple nodded towards Dong Yan with a smile on his face.

"It's easy to talk, and I hope that Junior Brother Dai will not be too polite at that time, just use his skills!"

Dong Yan smiled proudly, waved his hand and said.

"Junior Sister Sikong, I hope I can have the opportunity to fight with you this time. I must take good care of your cultivation skills!" Dong Yan's gaze moved and turned to look at Sikong Mengxue, his eyes very eager.

Sikong Mengxue smiled coldly, with arrogance between her eyebrows: "Senior Brother Dong, don't say it too early. If the horse strays midway, there will be no chance."

"Hahahaha! This time I have the highest ranking in the martial arts conference. Who can pose a threat to me? I don't think there can be anyone else besides Sikong Junior Sister, right?"

Dong Yan shook his head and laughed, and took the opportunity to raise Sikong Mengxue.

"I hope so." Sikong Mengxue didn't care, still with a cold smile, noncommittal.

The number of participants in this martial arts seminar is not too large, because many disciples knew they were not strong enough and did not sign up.

And some senior disciples who have been practicing for a long time have no intention of participating in this kind of competition.

Therefore, there are more than 300 participants in total.

"I announce that the martial arts conference has officially started, and now we will challenge!"

With the elder's order, the square suddenly boiled.

Everyone cheered, and in the participating camp under the spectator stand, all the disciples were eager to try and quickly selected the challenge target.

"I choose Brother Yuan Chong on the 16th!"

"I choose Brother Ran Chuan on the 13th!"

"I choose No. 8 Sikong Mengxue!"

The first batch of disciples quickly selected the target and entered the competition arena.

Jiang Tian was not in a hurry, but just watched the situation on the court coldly.

In this kind of competition, the players who played at the beginning were basically not strong, and only the masters were left at the end.

He was a little worried about the quality of these people. If they were too weak, they would be smuggled. This martial arts conference would be too boring.

Fortunately, among the sixteen geniuses, there is an existence like Sikong Mengxue, so the overall level should not be too bad.

After all, as one of the four great sects, the geniuses cultivated by the Sikong family would definitely not be ordinary goods.

Thinking about this, Jiang Tian relaxed a little, smiled lightly, and watched the competition in the ring silently.

"it has started!"

Chen Yu whispered in excitement and stared at the ring.

The first challenge was Yuan Chong, the 16th disciple, against Bai Yihan.

As soon as the two were on stage, Jiang Tian raised his eyebrows, revealing a puzzled expression.