Liu Wuxie sat cross-legged, thinking about what Song Yuanqiu said to him, and pondering the meaning of it.

Logically speaking, he is just a new disciple and will never receive the attention of the peak master.

Shao Wendong is an old disciple and has strong strength. He has participated in two outer sect competitions and has long become famous in Tianbao Sect.

Whether it is strength or fame, Liu Wuxie and Shao Wendong cannot be compared.

It is not difficult to hear from Song Yuanqiu's words that he is not optimistic about Shao Wendong.

Shaking his head, not thinking about these things, he practiced the ancient star fist at full speed.

The heights of the stations are different, so the things you see are naturally different.

From the perspective of the peak owner, we look at the overall situation, not personal interests.

At the end of this round, a total of 1,100 people advanced, and the number of deaths and injuries continued to increase.

Twenty people died, fifty people seriously injured, twenty people slightly injured, and the rest were broken arms and legs. Even if they won, they would not be able to proceed to the next round.

Only quit with regret.

The later the battle, the more tragic the battle becomes.

More than one-third of people have color on them.

Without time to bandage, I returned to my respective areas, took a quick rest, and restored my true energy.

Take a simple break, draw lots continue, and there are only one thousand and one hundred people left to fight.

Among the 20,000 people, the waves wash away the sand and can enter the first thousand, they are all the best among the outer disciples.

This time the lottery draw is faster, and the lottery draw ends in less than a cup of tea.

Liu Wuxie glanced at the bamboo stick in his hand and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

It's No. 77 again!

It seems that I have a special fate with No. 77.

His body shook and landed on the 77th arena.

As the front foot fell, a white figure landed with it.

Seeing the visitor, a smile appeared on the corner of Liu Wuxie's mouth.

"I've met Junior Brother Liu!"

Yun Lan smiled bitterly at the corner of her mouth, but she didn't expect that he would meet Liu Wuxie in this scene.

"I've seen Senior Brother Yunlan!"

Liu Wuxie was very polite. In the library that day, facing the difficulties of Su Ji and Deacon Kou, he and Fan Xi stood up and acted as notaries, which won a large number of spirit stones.

"I really didn't expect that in just over two months, Junior Brother Liu grew up so fast, which is really enviable. I wanted to give up this battle, but I was unwilling to accept it. I only practiced a sword skill three days ago, and I have been struggling to have no chance to use it. Today, I take advantage of this opportunity to ask Junior Brother Liu for some advice."

Yun Lan was very polite, which was equivalent to admitting that he had given up on this battle.

I want to use Liu Wuxie to hone his sword skills to find out the shortcomings.

"If you can't tell me, let's talk to each other and stop when you click!"

Liu Wuxie made a request posture, wanting to know what powerful sword skills Yun Lan practiced.

"Junior brother, you have to pay attention. The most powerful part of this sword skill can transform into seven sword energy at the same time."

Taking the initiative to tell his opponent the sword move, Yun Lan's open mind made Liu Wuxie admire him even more.

"One sword turns into seven spirits. Could it be that Senior Brother Yunlan practiced the Supreme Seven Sword Art!"
Chapter completed!