Such a rare talent cannot be underestimated.

But this Elder Meng seemed to be very hostile to him. He had been belittling him from the beginning to now, and almost never let go of every opportunity to speak.

This left everyone speechless.

Elder Meng is also an elder of the sect after all. How can his vision be so low and his mind so narrow?

The two white-robed elders next to him wanted to retort, but after subconsciously looking at each other, they shook their heads and sneered at the same time, too lazy to speak.

Upon hearing Elder Meng's repeated belittling and rejection, Sect Master Chu Tianhua also frowned slightly, with a strange look flashing in his eyes.

Of course, he didn't bother to ask whether there was any discord between Elder Meng and Jiang Tian. This kind of thing was far from enough for him to bother to deal with it.

The competition in the arena continued, with more than 700 pairs of disciples taking the stage one after another.

Since half of the disciples had already been eliminated and everyone's spiritual power had been depleted, the progress of the competition was obviously much faster.

Dozens of arenas roared continuously, and a pair of inner disciples attacked with all their strength. The scene was extremely fierce!

boom!

Inner disciple Pang Ning is promoted!

Boom!

Inner disciple Chu Yun passed the test!

The master of the inner sect, Mu Yunduan, made a strong promotion...Boom!

As the winners and losers were determined in the last dozen or so arenas, this round came to an end. The roar in the square quickly subsided, and the fluctuations in spiritual power also dissipated.

The eliminated disciples quickly exited the competition venue. The more than 700 disciples who passed the test just took a short rest and swallowed pills to replenish their spiritual power. A new draw began immediately.

After the lottery was confirmed, the sect elder gave an order and the next round began immediately!

"So fast!"

"Hiss! I haven't even had time to refine the elixir yet. Isn't this too stressful?"

"Oh! How come I got the No. 1 lottery?"

"Haha, I am the tenth pick, no different from you!"

Several inner disciples gathered together and smiled bitterly. There were dozens of arenas in the square, and the competition would begin at the same time.

There is absolutely no difference between the number 1 lottery and the 10th or 20th lottery. They all have to compete on stage immediately.

This made them all complain, but the sect's rules had been established and they naturally could not disobey them.

However, everyone's reactions were different. The disciples who were ranked higher in the lottery were naturally livid and depressed.

Because they have no time to rest at all, and they can't even completely refine the elixir. You can imagine the situation of a hasty fight in this state!

As for the disciples who were ranked lower in the lottery, most of them felt a little relieved and took advantage of this rare waiting time to quickly refine the elixir and restore their spiritual power.

Although they also felt that the rules were too strict and the time was too tight, it was still better than the first batch of disciples who came on stage.

Seeing everyone whispering and looking annoyed, the sect elder who presided over the martial arts competition shook his head and smiled.

"Do you all have opinions? Haha, actually you don't have to!"

"Huh?" Everyone cursed after hearing this and looked at him intently.

The elder said coldly: "The draws are drawn at random. Although some people are in the front, they passed the test early in the previous round and have had sufficient rest time. There is no need to worry about the order of the draws."

"this……"

"Haha, it would be great if there were such ideals as the elders said!"

After hearing this, everyone shook their heads and smiled bitterly.

Of course, this kind of words is just a kind of comfort. In fact, many disciples have just finished the last round of competition, and in the blink of an eye, they have drawn the top dozens of lottery numbers, which is equivalent to a continuous rotation. And there are more than one such person. You can imagine the distress in their hearts.

And know it.

"Hmph! It's useless even if you have any objections. If you can't even withstand the pressure of the sect's martial arts competition, what qualifications do you have to meet the challenge of the Canglan Martial Arts Conference?"

As the words spread, everyone was speechless!

Yes, if you can't even adapt to these small rules, how can you compete with the geniuses of Tianluo Sect, Jin Yuan Sect and even the entire Canglan Kingdom?

After thinking about this, their depression calmed down a little.

"Haha, don't think too much, everyone. Although the elder's words are true, after all, only a very small number of people have the chance to stand on that stage!"

"Well, with our little strength, we can just join in the fun."

"Well, I won't ask for anything else when the time comes. It's enough for me to have a place to stay and observe the performances of those talented masters!"

Everyone was joking and trying to relieve their frustrations. At this time, dozens of pairs of disciples with the highest numbers had already begun to appear on the stage at the call of the elders.

"Number 19..." Looking at the sign in his hand, Jiang Tian couldn't help but shake his head and smile.

It seems that he and the number "nine" are quite destined. This number has been included in the lottery number from the beginning, and it has been the same three times in a row. It has to be said that it is a coincidence.

Jiang Tian stepped onto the No. 19 arena leisurely and handed the lottery in his hand to the deacon disciple, but at this time, his opponent had not yet appeared.

"Hiss! It's him on the 19th? This..."

Seeing this scene, one of the inner disciples in the crowd was twitching at the corner of his eye, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead, so that the conspicuous red robe trembled with his body.

"Junior Brother Mei, what's going on?"

"What's going on?"

Seeing this suddenly nervous red-robed disciple, several fellow disciples gathered around him, and they immediately understood after looking at the number in his hand!

"Haha, Junior Brother Mei is really lucky!"

"Ahem...what's good? You have also seen Jiang Tian's strength. Even Gao Hanyang is not his opponent, how can I have the strength to compete with him?"

"Haha, Junior Brother Mei, you are a master from the inner sect, how can you be afraid of a junior from the outer sect?"

Everyone couldn't help but make fun of him, but their faces looked more or less depressed.

Before that, they didn't pay much attention to Jiang Tian. They only thought that his reputation came from lighting up the Xuanyang Monument. But after witnessing his fight with Gao Hanyang, they already understood that this young man was really capable.

strength.

Let alone Gao Hanyang, ordinary inner sect disciples can hardly raise their heads in front of him and become timid even before fighting.

Such characters are no match for Jiang Tian, ​​so they are naturally even more hopeless.

The red-robed disciple surnamed Mei's eyes twitched and he said angrily: "What outer sect junior? Don't make such a joke. I would rather change my opponent, even if it is the top genius of our inner sect, than fight against him."

After hearing this, everyone fell silent and looked embarrassed.

What he meant was very clear. Defeating at the hands of the top geniuses in the inner sect was by no means a shameful thing, and he could even take the opportunity to ask for advice and gain some insights.

But if he were defeated by Jiang Tian, ​​it would be a bit embarrassing anyway. Although he had surpassed Gao Hanyang and became the new number one in the outer sect, he was still just a junior in the outer sect after all.
Chapter completed!