"They... It seems that they are treating us as pushovers.”
Leng Shuangxue narrowed her eyes and chuckled.
Meng Qinghan twisted her neck, making a cracking sound. She then grinned, revealing eight pearly white teeth.
"I didn't want to argue with these children, but they don't seem to know how to write the word 'respect.”
"Then I can only teach them how to behave!”
As soon as she finished speaking, Meng Qinghan stepped onto the drawing platform and drew her number.
"Number 89!"
When they saw Meng Qinghan's number, many of the disciples of the nine peaks exclaimed,"Holy shit!" and quickly began to look for the lucky person who had drawn the number 90 pot!
At the same time, a Third Peak disciple dressed like a scholar in the distance immediately shouted in surprise,
"I got number ninety!"
Swoosh!
Instantly, countless gazes turned to look at the Third Peak's disciple. Their faces could not hide their envy.
Alright!
If he drew the number 90 pot, wouldn't that mean that he had obtained the ticket to advance to the second round?
The Third Peak disciple's face was flushed with excitement. He was only at Houtian seventh level. If it was a normal draw, this cultivation level was very likely to be eliminated as cannon fodder.
However, he was excited to fight Meng Qinghan.
It was said that Meng Qinghan was only at Houtian third stage two months ago. Even if she had a breakthrough in these two months, she would only be at Houtian fifth stage at most. How high could she be?
Thinking of this, the disciple smiled and walked towards Meng Qinghan, intending to show his gentlemanly demeanor.
"Hello, Junior Sister Meng. I'm very happy and lucky to be able to draw a lot to fight with you. Don't worry, I'll hold back.”
"Is that so?"
Meng Qinghan narrowed her eyes, revealing a row of pearly white teeth.
"I hope you still think so after you go on stage, lucky guy.”
With that, Meng Qinghan turned around and left.
For some reason, the disciple suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.
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At the same time.
Leng Shuangxue and Xiao Yanran had found their opponents.
Similar to Meng Qinghan, Leng Shuangxue and Xiao Yanran's opponents were both in high spirits, and they became the lucky ones in the eyes of others.
Waves of envious gazes looked towards them.
The two of them were even more calm, as if they were already certain that they had successfully advanced.
Following the sound of three drums, the competition officially began.
The nine arenas appeared out of thin air and expanded with the wind. In just a few breaths, they landed on the square of the mountain gate!
The laws on the stage were dense and the Dao runes were abundant. Clearly, there was a defensive power.
Disciples stepped onto the arena according to their numbers and began the competition!
For a moment, the entire square was in jubilation. There were a total of nine rings, and the sides of the rings were filled with people.
Some clapped and cheered, some cheered loudly, and some exhaled deeply, trying to interfere with the participating disciples of the opposing peak.
Chen Xuanfeng sat on the high platform. In a trance, his thoughts seemed to have returned to 500 years ago.
At that time, he had just transmigrated as a child beggar and was brought back to the Tai Ah Sword Sect by Qing Xuzi to cultivate.
At that time, he had just stepped onto the path of cultivation. He was just like the disciples who were competing now. He was young, passionate, and hot-blooded.
"It's good to be young."
Chen Xuanfeng sighed in his heart.
Although he still looked young, only he knew that his heart was filled with vicissitudes of life.
This kind of vicissitudes was not the appearance of old age, but the calm and indifference that had been formed after experiencing too many ups and downs and experiencing too many ups and downs.
"Peak Master Yao, the disciples of your Second Peak performed well, especially the first disciple, Yao Wan. I didn't expect that the Taixuan Sword Scripture had already broken through to the fifth level!”
"Not at all, not at all. The disciples of Zhenren Zhao's Peak are also remarkable. I didn't expect the head disciple Zhao Hong to break through to Xiantian seventh stage. Zhenren Zhao really hid it well!”
"Lord Luo Feng, what is the background of your disciple, Chou Tian? I think with his strength, he has a chance to win the championship!”
On the high platform, a few peak masters were drinking tea while watching the performance of the disciples below the stage, chatting and laughing.
Among them, the disciples of the fifth peak, Luo Yuan, performed the most brilliantly.
The first disciple, Lin Feihong, was at the peak of Xiantian ninth stage!
Other than that, there were also disciples like Chou Tian and Wan Hao who were similarly strong and were all dark horses!
Hearing the praise of the other Peak Masters, Luo Yuan smiled and said,""No, no, I think your disciples have performed very well. In the future, they will definitely be the pillars of our Taixuan Sword Sect.”
After a few polite words, Luo Yuan looked at Chen Xuanfeng who had not spoken.
He smiled and said,
"Peak Master Chen, speaking of which, Qingxu Peak hasn't accepted any disciples for hundreds of years. Why did you suddenly think of recruiting disciples?”
Chen Xuanfeng glanced at him and replied indifferently,"
"If I want to confess, I will confess. Is there a problem?”
Luo Yuan's expression stiffened slightly when he heard this.
Chen Xuanfeng's indifferent tone made him unhappy.
However, he was still the master of a peak, so he naturally wouldn't break through his defense easily. He took a deep breath and said with a fake smile,
"Peak Master Chen said yes, but my question makes me seem dull.”
"Peak Master Chen, what do you think of the Great Competition of the Nine Peaks? How do you think these three disciples of yours compare to the disciples of my Fifth Peak?”
As soon as he said this, the other peak masters narrowed their eyes.
How could they not see that Luo Yuan was planning to use words to pressure Chen Xuanfeng.
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