She doesn't need to say this, but everyone can actually see it, especially now Zhao Chunguang has already mentioned the mood of these people's cultivation.

Zhao Chunguang did not continue to visit the disciples of the cultivation sect again. After all, these disciples are still very weak at present, so there is no need to pay special attention. However, he made a secret decision that if he had a sect in the future, he must let the disciples cultivate their minds.

, This is more important than cultivation.

But Momoge has been staring at the disciples who practice the sect, not knowing what he is thinking.

Sang Ling also saw Momoge's performance, frowned, and said unhappily, "Momoge, you don't have to think about it anymore. The disciples of your sect can't hold on to this heart."

When Momoge heard this, he glared at Sang Ling, and finally could only sigh, because his disciples really couldn't do this.

Next, they walked around the back, and there were several buildings here. At the entrance of a relatively large building, everyone stopped again.

"Elder, it's here. We will draw lots here later. The place where you compete is the martial arts performance field. Whoever wins the final victory in one stick of incense will be the strongest." Modick is right now

Explained it to Zhao Chunguang.

Zhao Chunguang nodded. He actually didn't care much about these rules. He also believed that this rule was fair. After all, this was an internal competition in the Shura League. If it was really unfair, there were so many disciples from the Silver Shanghai Stock Exchange.

join.

Just now, Zhao Chunguang has roughly seen hundreds of disciples. These disciples are different from other disciples’ costumes, and they should be elites.

"Young Master, you must get the first place later. Let these people see our strength." Wang Zhitong gently pulled Zhao Chunguang's clothes and said in a low voice.

Zhao Chunguang chuckled and nodded. Although he is now in Moyou Valley, Momoge still did not tell him everything, such as about Bai Ling and Wu Jing, so he must

To have a good game, it is best to get the first place. In this case, Momog will definitely pay attention to himself and will most likely tell the most difficult things in the sect.

Therefore, Zhao Chunguang now has no way out. In order to ensure the safety of Bai Ling and Wu Jing as much as possible, and to solve their life problems, he must gain Momoge's trust. Only in this way can he be completely helped

To two girls, you can also help Moyou Valley.

Because I have to be low-key and not be noticed by too many people, Zhao Chunguang and the others came to a small road next to me, which was green and very quiet. In fact, the entire door repair was like this quiet, even if it was immediately

The competition is about to be held.

After waiting for about half an hour, he saw a disciple from Mo You Valley running over and looking at Zhao Chunguang and said respectfully, "Elder Qin, Elder Mo asked you to go over, the lottery results are out."

Zhao Chunguang was not very excited. Such things would happen sooner or later, but Wang Zhitong and Modic next to him became anxious.

"Young Master, let's go over quickly and see how the result is!" Wang Zhitong pulled Zhao Chunguang and quickly walked towards the place where they were before.

Before he could get there, he saw Momoge coming over with a gloomy face. This gave Zhao Chunguang a bad feeling. Could it be that there is something to say about this lottery draw?

"Elder Mo, what's wrong with your face?" Zhao Chunguang looked at him and asked in a low voice.

Momog sighed heavily, with a little regret in his eyes, and finally said softly, "This time, your group is the death group, there are too many experts."

Zhao Chunguang was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly. Unexpectedly, this was the case. However, for him, the result was not very surprising. After all, this is Shura League. If there were no masters, he would have lost the game.

significance.

"Haha, this may be a training for me. Elder Mo, don't worry, for Mo You Valley, good things are just a lot of trouble." Zhao Chunguang looked at Elder Mo and said softly.

Elder Mo did not expect Zhao Chunguang to be so free and easy, but since the contestants were not nervous, there was no need for him to show this tension. Even if he is really nervous now, this may be the last few years.

The most promising place in the game was the first time. He wanted to change Mo Yougu's position, so how could he not be nervous?

"Elder Qin, if you can, I'll be relieved. Of course, you don't have to be too nervous. Although this is the death group, if you have any results here, your final ranking will definitely not be bad."

Elder Mo looked at Zhao Chunguang and chuckled. To put it bluntly, he was still worried about ranking.

However, for Zhao Chunguang, this may be a good thing. After all, he now has something to ask Elder Mo. If he really gets a ranking, it will be easier to see Bai Ling and Wu Jing at that time.

When it is really a turn of conflict, I am afraid Elder Mo will have to consider whether he needs to make a complete fall in love.

Time passed quickly, and the competition had already started there, which was very similar to the style of repairing the door. There were not so many forms here. After the judges came out, they directly announced the start of the competition.

The first one to appear was the disciple of the Xiu Sect. He faced another disciple of a small sect. The two of them walked onto the stage. The disciple of the small sect bowed slightly and said respectfully, "Senior brother, show mercy."

But the disciple of the Xiumen snorted coldly, and did not even look at the other person. He just said, "No one on the battlefield will show mercy to you, so please use your full strength."

The face of the disciple of the small sect changed slightly. After all, the disciples of all sects were watching here. They were a little embarrassed by the other party saying this. Without saying anything, the disciple rushed towards the other party and released a red one at the same time.

The Gu insect headed straight to the disciples of the Xiu Sect.

The disciple of the cultivation sect looked at the other party, shook his head gently, and said lightly, "You go back and practice for another ten years!"

Then he didn't move too much. He just whistled, and the red insect landed on the ground and never flew up again. The disciple of the small sect was stunned for a moment, and before he could react, he actually

He vomited blood and slowly fell to the ground with an incredible expression.

Elder Mo sighed heavily, "It's such a pity. If you meet disciples from other sects, I'm afraid this young man will have some hope, but when he comes to meet the second disciple of the cultivation sect, it's normal for him to lose.
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