Returning to his residence, Liu Zheji took the list and exercises Jiang Hanyun gave him, and his impression of him changed slightly. In fact, Jiang Hanyun was not a bad person. If he were replaced by him, he would not look good on him.

After calming down a little, Liu Zheji put aside the miscellaneous things in his mind and began to look at Jiang Hanyun's list.

There are actually only five opponents who can compete with Liu Zheji for a spot, and three of these five are in Hongdetang and Zhudantang. Although the others are also very capable, they have no background support. At this level of the competition system, they

If you can't make it through, it will be difficult to reach the final stage.

The top three are, "Guan Changhe from Hongde Hall, and Meng Bo from Wang Renping Zhudan Hall." According to the competition system, the chance of these three meeting Liu Zheji is relatively small, and the Elder Hall will not let a few seed players with backgrounds

Met in advance.

Since Liu Zheji had Jiang Hanyun's guarantee, Zhou Changqing would also say hello, so he didn't panic. The only ones he had to face were the last two people, "Xie Daotang Bi Ru Xue, Qin Yin Hall Zhang Hongyu."

"I didn't expect Senior Brother Zhang to be in there too." Liu Zheji touched his nose. When he saw Zhang Hongyu today, he wanted to say hello to him, but when he saw the dusk cloud next to him and his gloomy face, he immediately understood.

something.

"It seems that competition exists everywhere, and it should be a tough battle next."

In the following competition, arranged by Jiang Hanyun, Liu Zheji did not encounter any strong opponents. Now Liu Zheji's reputation in the academy is comparable to that of Jiang Nichang. As soon as the other party saw Liu Zheji, they thought of him and the hall master.

After hard work, although the machine puppet cannot go into battle, it is not something that ordinary people dare to use.

In this way, Liu Zheji successfully entered the top 100. The next game is the promotion match. From 64 to 32, it will be a tough battle.

On this day, Liu Zheji was discussing tactics with Jiang Nichang, who was also competing in the next promotion match. Lan Xin suddenly barged in and said that a senior sister was looking for him. Liu Zheji was very confused. He didn't know any senior sister?

When Zhang Qianqian walked in with a charming smile, Jiang Nichang immediately looked at Liu Zheji with an intriguing expression.

"Uh, senior sister, do we know each other?" Liu Zheji looked at Zhang Qianqian and kept smiling at him, wondering what she was going to do.

Zhang Qianqian calmly sat down next to Liu Zheji. Her legs were folded together, and her slender calves showed a charming curve.

"I am Xingtian Zhang Qianqian. Junior Brother, just call me Senior Sister Qianqian. Junior Brother's name is not only Senior Sister, but who in the academy doesn't know it now? Maybe the next top ten disciples will fall into the hands of Junior Brother."

"You have something to say." Liu Zheji frowned. This little girl spoke in a strange manner and refused to speak, which made him a little annoyed.

Jiang Nichang, who had been silent at this time, suddenly laughed out loud. When she saw Liu Zheji glare at her, she hurriedly said seriously: "Senior sister, I am very busy in the promotion competition tomorrow.

If you have anything important to say, just say it."

Zhang Qianqian felt bad when she saw the frequent interactions between Liu Zheji and Jiang Nichang. She originally thought that Liu Zheji was just a young boy, and she would bow down to her if she gave him a little sweetness. She didn't expect this person to be around her.

There is also Jiang Nishang.

Under the miscalculation, Zhang Qianqian thought for a while and decided that it was time to change her strategy. She put away her previous frivolity and sat down seriously: "Junior brother has a bright future now. You are in the sword hall. You must also know that you must have the skills to become one of the top ten disciples.

How much support do you have? The current leader of Xingtian Hall is my father, and I hope to cooperate with you!"

"Cooperation?" Liu Zheji and Jiang Nichang looked at each other and then said to Zhang Qianqian: "How about cooperation?"

"We will go to heaven to help junior brother obtain the position of top ten disciples, and what junior brother has to do is to help my father become the master of the hall after becoming a top ten disciple."

Liu Zheji was stunned. He didn't expect that someone would bring him a pillow when he fell asleep.

"Okay! It's decided!" Liu Zheji clapped his hands, and Jiang Nichang next to him was so frightened that he rolled his eyes at him.

Zhang Qianqian was stunned and couldn't help but said: "That's it?"

"What else? Do you still need me to think about it?" Liu Zheji asked.

"No need." Zhang Qianqian nodded. She thought it would take a lot of effort, but she didn't expect Liu Zheji to be so easy to talk to. Zhang Qianqian suddenly remembered her frivolous behavior just now, and her cheeks turned red.

"But..." Liu Zheji said in a long voice: "Since we are cooperating, does Senior Sister have to show some sincerity?"

Liu Zheji rubbed his hands and looked at Zhang Qianqian expectantly. His meaning was already very obvious. Zhang Qianqian had already prepared. She took out a spiritual weapon from the storage ring and was about to hand it to Liu Zheji.

Seeing Liu Zheji, he shook his head and said, "I have the spiritual weapon. Senior sister, you'd better give it to me in cash. I'm quite short of spiritual stones recently."

"But I don't have many spiritual stones with me." Zhang Qianqian said helplessly.

"Make an IOU, make an IOU." Liu Zheji said hurriedly.

"..."

In the end, Zhang Qianqian wrote an IOU to Liu Zheji. A spiritual weapon was worth twenty to thirty thousand. What Zhang Qianqian prepared was not an ordinary item. It would be worth hundreds of thousands if sold in the world, but Liu Zheji only wanted her for ten thousand.

Wan, he is already very conscientious.

"We'll work together again if we have a chance next time." After sending Zhang Qianqian away, Liu Zheji put the IOU in the storage ring with a happy face. Jiang Nichang was dumbfounded after seeing a series of operations.

The next day, Liu Zheji's promotion competition officially began. Today, more than a hundred disciples will participate in the promotion competition. The preparation seats are filled with people one after another. However, when it is about to start, there are still ten positions in the preparation seats that are empty.

Come, Liu Zheji couldn't help but frown and ask Jiang Nishang.

"These ten people are the top ten disciples? They won't participate in the promotion competition?"

Jiang Nichang nodded, "The top ten disciples will not participate in the promotion competition. Although there is no explicit rule, it is an unwritten rule. The top ten disciples will be recommended for promotion."

"Hmph, that's quite impressive." In front of Liu Zheji, a disciple in green snorted coldly. His figure was extremely strong, and he almost occupied the seats of two people. Even Liu Zheji could only reach

The position of his shoulders.

"Senior Brother Fang, calm down, you will confront them sooner or later." A petite disciple next to him felt a few unkind looks coming from all around, and immediately pulled Senior Brother Fang and said.

Liu Zheji secretly wondered, it seemed that the "privileges" of these top ten disciples made many people unhappy.

In fact, it's not just Senior Brother Fang, there are more disciples with complicated expressions when they look at the empty seats. Some are in awe, some are envious and jealous, but most of them are disdainful like Senior Brother Fang.

"There are many geniuses in the academy. Here, there are at least a dozen disciples who are on par with the top ten disciples. But the competition system is the competition system. Don't take it too seriously. We won't meet them." Jiang Nichang comforted.

"I don't want to expose my strength too early," Liu Zheji said calmly.

Arena No. 1 is the largest arena in the Hongfeng martial arts arena. It occupies most of the arena. Arena No. 1 is not open at ordinary times. It is only open during the promotion competition and subsequent finals. The huge venue can accommodate everyone who wants to come and watch the battle.

As a disciple, the formation light film outside the arena is protected by three Transformation Realm Ancestors. The first arena is undoubtedly the exhibition platform for the most high-end combat power of Zhongxu Academy!

"I hope you can see the gap between you and them. Here, the youngest and most talented disciples of Zhongxu Academy will show you the top battle!"

An old man in gray clothes slowly walked from the referee's seat to the center of the ring. As he walked, ripples of substance spread out from his body. At this time, all the disciples watching stood up and bowed to the old man.

salute.

The old man made a weak pressure, and the disciples watching the battle raised their heads one after another. They saw the old man taking a deep breath and a huge sound burst out from his mouth.

"I announce! The Zhongxu Academy promotion competition has officially begun!"

The deafening sound penetrated the formation light film above the arena and resounded throughout the entire peak. Countless disciples were dancing wildly with red eyes and waving arms.

"Ancestor Yuan is so handsome!" A female disciple screamed, but immediately after she screamed, she blushed and looked around. When she found that the people around her were losing control of their emotions, she continued to shout with confidence.

"In the first scene, Wang Renping, 17 years old, born in the Ruins Realm, a disciple in Hongde Hall in green!" vs. "Zhen Zhi, 24 years old, in the Ruins Realm, a disciple of the Sword Hall!"

After the names of the two sides appeared on the announcement screen, the disciples in the spectator seats immediately fell into conversation.

"Brother Hongdetang has come out. It seems like there will be a big battle today."

A childish-looking disciple was chatting happily with his companions, and a cold voice came from the side, "Hongdetang and Zhudantang will participate in the promotion competition. They are real elite disciples. Open your eyes and watch carefully.

, this competition may be more exciting than all the competitions you have seen before."

The childish-looking disciple saw that the person speaking was a senior fellow in Tsing Yi, and he hurriedly saluted and nodded in agreement.

"Senior Brother Zhen is also here to compete?" Jiang Nichang looked at the young man in black who slowly walked out from the side of the ring in surprise. He was not wearing clothes belonging to the academy, and a hideous scar on his face was very eye-catching.

"Is Senior Brother Zhen a disciple of the Sword Hall?" Liu Zheji asked curiously.

Jiang Nichang nodded, "Senior Brother Zhen last participated in the competition three years ago. I didn't expect him to sign up. I haven't seen him before. It turns out that he has already broken through to the middle stage of Xiantian."

Afraid of Liu Zheji's doubts, Jiang Nichang added: "The Elder Hall will directly promote the disciples to the promotion competition based on their strength, so we haven't seen the disciples of Hongde Hall and Zhu Dan Hall before. This is the reason, Senior Brother Zhen

Same thing."

Only then did Liu Zheji suddenly realize.

On the wide arena, Wang Renping and Zhen Zhi stood opposite each other. The arena was so huge that they could only see the faint shadow of each other. Wang Renping cupped his hands and said loudly: "Senior Brother Zhen, nice to meet you."

Zhen Zhi simply raised his hand and said, "You and I don't have to hold back. I haven't been back to the academy in the past three years. Let me see the strength of the academy's disciples in recent years."

Wang Renping nodded. When he raised his head, he suddenly found that Zhen Zhi's figure had disappeared from the front.

"Bi Bo!" Wang Renping hurriedly held up the Qi mask, and then quickly pinched the magic formula. The dark blue Qi mask changed from dark to light, and continued to spread outward and become larger.

The enlarged air shield seemed to have no harmful effect. The real air blew across the hard ground of the arena, only blowing away some dust scattered on it.

"thorn light!" An extremely bright light suddenly appeared on Wang Renping's left side. It was a broken long sword. It was unknown why it could emit such light.

"呲呲呲..." The broken long sword cut countless flames on the light blue light shield, and a long mark appeared on the light shield. The king's expression changed, and he pushed with his backhand, and two blue haloes of light appeared from his palm.

The body is separated from the body, and Zhen Zhi is in mid-air, unable to use any force.

"If you only have this strength, I'm afraid you can't do anything to me." Zhen Zhi didn't panic. His body in mid-air floated upwards as if it had lost gravity, just dodging two circles of light. Then, he slapped the light blue light shield with his palm.

Above it, spider web-like cracks suddenly spread around the light mask at the intersection of the light mask and the palm of the hand.

"Deadly kill!" A white sword energy exuding a biting cold energy broke through the light barrier and went straight to Wang Renping who was stunned on the spot.

"Senior brother, it seems that you underestimate me?"

Just when all the disciples watching the battle were excited, Wang Renping made an unexpected move. He gave up resistance and allowed himself to be engulfed by the sword energy. When the sword energy dissipated, Wang Renping stood on the spot unscathed.

"How did you do it?" A disciple suddenly asked.

"Baguio Jue?" Zhen Zhi's expression changed, and he retreated. As he retreated, dozens of white sword energy broke off the sword from his hand and flew toward Wang Renping.
To be continued...