When the two sides met, they both had smiles on their faces, but the swords and swords were flashing in their eyes.

"Senior Brother Sun, congratulations."

Jin Song suddenly walked over and said with a smile on his face.

Sun Jiang's heart skipped a beat. He also knew the news?

Unexpectedly, Jin Song smiled and said: "I heard from my disciples that the performance of your disciples this morning was very good. Tsk tsk, it seems that this ranking will not be at the bottom. Congratulations to Senior Brother Sun."

When Sun Jiang heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief and sneered: "Junior Brother Jin is disappointed."

Jin Song said with a smile on his face: "What did Senior Brother Sun say? I sincerely congratulate you. By the way, in the afternoon competition, you should have two disciples on stage, right? Junior Brother wishes the two nephews a successful start and good success in advance.

Ranked."

Sun Jiangpi smiled and said: "No matter how good the ranking is, I can't compare with you, Junior Brother Jin. Your disciple has been designated as an inner disciple by Jianfeng. How can we compare with you?"

Jin Song suddenly smiled and said: "Good luck, just good luck."

The two of them chatted insincerely and took their disciple to the square.

Luo Qingzhou was thinking about something when Yun Wanrou suddenly came over and said with a gentle smile on her face: "Junior brother Chu, I believe you can definitely enter the top ten this afternoon. If you meet me then, we will

Let the two of you compete in the ring again."

Luo Qingzhou glanced at her and directly begged for mercy: "Senior Sister Yun, it was my fault last night. If I really encounter Senior Sister Yun in the ring this afternoon, I hope that Senior Sister Yun will show mercy."

Yun Wanrou's eyebrows twitched a few times. She didn't expect that with this guy's ability, he would directly beg for mercy. She froze, but still kept a smile on her face and said: "Junior Brother Chu, there is no need to be modest. Junior Brother Chu, no matter in terms of movement or speed,

, and his eyesight are unmatched by ordinary warriors. If we really meet in the ring in the afternoon, don't worry, we'll finish it, and I won't deliberately target Junior Brother Chu because of what happened yesterday."

Luo Qingzhou cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, Senior Sister Yun."

Yun Wanrou's senior brothers and sisters were also watching and listening, looking at him with a hint of sarcasm and disdain.

He started begging for mercy before he even got on stage, which is simply embarrassing.

A group of people came to the square.

Not long after, many people had gathered in the square.

Those who came to participate in the competition in the afternoon, as well as other disciples, all came in a hurry.

Guests from other sects also took their seats in the stands in advance.

In the afternoon, there will be a competition between middle-stage martial arts disciples and late-stage martial arts disciples. It will definitely be much more exciting than yesterday and the morning.

After a while, several elders who were hosting the competition also came together.

All the disciples immediately stood in line and waited for the draw.

Several elders stood on the stage without speaking, as if they were waiting for someone.

Soon, several old men and a group of disciples, surrounded by a woman in a red dress, walked onto the stand and sat at the highest point.

The disciples in the square suddenly started talking in low voices with excitement on their faces.

"It's the sect master, Fairy Zixia..."

The guests from other sects also looked over.

While Luo Qingzhou was staring at the red shadow and observing, the elder on the stage suddenly said loudly: "The top ten for the martial arts disciple competition this morning have come out. Now I will start to announce the list. The names of those who have been read out are all

Come to the front and decide whether to participate in the afternoon draw..."

Zhou Boyue immediately became nervous.

"Liuzhou captain Yan Fei, tenth place! Wancheng captain Zhu Lin, ninth place... Kyoto captain Zhou Boyue, fourth place..."

Upon hearing this ranking, Chu Xiaoxiao and others standing next to Zhou Boyue cheered.

Chu Xiaoxiao said excitedly: "Senior Brother Zhou, you are so awesome, you are ranked fourth!"

Zhou Boyue smiled cautiously and walked forward quickly.

After the elder finished reading the list, he asked the top ten disciples which ones wanted to continue participating in the afternoon competition.

In addition to Zhou Boyue, there are three people who want to participate again.

After the elders registered, they dispersed.

The time for half a stick of incense has passed.

The elder climbed back onto the stone platform and began to announce the drawing of lots.

Luo Qingzhou, Zhang Yuanshan, Zhou Boyue, and other mid-term martial arts disciples all walked over.

The elder took the list, and every time a name was read, a disciple went up to draw lots.

Luo Qingzhou drew Han Ziyan from Meicheng. Judging from her name, she should be a female disciple, but naturally he would not show mercy to her.

He was definitely going to win this competition.

He glanced at the stage again and found Linghu Qingzhu looking at him. Their eyes met. Linghu Qingzhu's expression was cold, as if he didn't know him.

Luo Qingzhou withdrew his gaze and followed the other disciples to the ring.

There are three arenas in total, and six disciples will go on stage first to compete.

The Great Elder Wu Youzi took the list of names drawn and read the names in order.

When the names Chu Feiyang and Han Ziyan were read, Luo Qingzhou and a tall woman holding a spear walked out of the crowd.

The two looked at each other and nodded slightly.

After the disciples on one of the arenas decided the winner, the two stepped onto the arena and faced off against each other.

Han Ziyan saw him with his bare hands and his eyes flashing, as if he was thinking about tactics.

Wu Youzi checked the waist tags that the two of them had just received yesterday, and took a piece of jade, took a photo of them, and said: "Remember the rules, it's best to hit them as far as you can. If you can't win, don't show off and admit defeat."

That is, there will be another chance next year.”

After saying that, he walked down the stone platform and announced: "Let's begin."

"Junior Brother Chu, please!"

Han Ziyan raised her spear and cupped her hands.

Luo Qingzhou also cupped his hands and said, "Senior Sister Han, please."

The two looked at each other and suddenly rushed forward together.

"Whoosh!"

Of course, Han Ziyan would not let him get close. The spear in her hand flashed with cold light, and ten spear flowers shot out in an instant, shrouding him and accurately targeting the ten major acupoints on his body!

There is no distinction between the front and back of these ten guns and flowers, and it is impossible to tell whether they are true or false.

And the real tip of the spear is hidden inside!

"boom!"

Luo Qingzhou refused to evade, and smashed nine gun flowers with one punch. One of them stabbed directly into his chest, but he turned sideways to avoid it.

Just as he was about to approach along the barrel of the gun, Han Ziyan moved her wrist, and the spear swept out with a "swish" sound. Due to the speed and force, a sharp whistling sound suddenly sounded in the air.

Luo Qingzhou punched the gun barrel that was sweeping towards him.

"Bang!"

The barrel of the gun bent, and Han Ziyan followed the force and turned around. She spun the spear in her hand and stabbed him again.

Luo Qingzhou used Lingfeng Fist, both offensive and defensive, and the fight with her was quite fierce.

In the stands, Luo Changtian looked at his moves and movements with burning eyes, a look of thought on his brows.

In the stands higher up, Mo Jiufeng and other peak masters were also watching intently.

Linghu Qingzhu and Sect Master Zixia were also watching carefully.

"That kid seems to be an ordinary guy, nothing extraordinary about him, and there is nothing exciting about his Ling Feng Fist..."

The big-faced peak master frowned and said with confusion on his face.

"boom!"

At this moment, on the ring, Luo Qingzhou finally found the opportunity to get closer and punched Han Ziyan in the chest. Before she could retract the spear, he punched her in the stomach with a "bang" sound.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

He punched her three more times in a row and knocked her away, falling into the crowd below the ring.

The crowd dispersed, not daring to pick him up.

Her senior brothers who were watching the battle in the audience gathered around her with concern on their faces, but they did not dare to help her.

Because the competition is not over yet.

Luo Qingzhou stood on the edge of the ring and looked at her.

Han Ziyan spit out a mouthful of blood and struggled on the ground for a few times. Fang stood up, raised her head, and looked at him for a few times. Fang cupped her hands and said: "Junior brother Chu, I am not your opponent.

Give up."
To be continued...