Zhao Yun felt unnatural after being looked at. After coughing, he stood up and left.
I have found out the news about my mother. It would be good to know that my mother is safe and sound. When the new sect's big competition is about to begin, I will get up and go to the torture tower. Even if I can't get in, I might as well take a look from a distance.
"You little disciple, which family do you belong to?"
Looking at Zhao Yun's back, Fairy Tao whispered.
"You have to ask Chu Lan." Yun Yan shrugged. Even she, the master, didn't understand Ji Hen's origins. In other words, her disciple deliberately concealed it, and it was mysterious both overt and covert.
Fairy Peach was silent, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, and she didn't know what she was thinking.
Here, Zhao Yun changed his position and sat next to Su Yu.
"Doesn't it smell good?" Su Yu poked Zhao Yun, smiling a little obscenely. With the middle-parted hairstyle, there was an indescribable arrogance. No matter where he looked from, he looked like a traitor.
"What?" Zhao Yun was still deep in thought and did not react.
"Stop pretending." Su Yu curled his lips, "I saw it all, and it almost fell on Fairy Tao's face. I really didn't notice it! You are so courageous! You dare to go up to this.
"
"Fragrant." Zhao Yunbeng said one word and finally came to his senses.
"How delicious it is." Su Yu grinned, becoming more and more obscene.
Zhao Yun glanced sideways and scanned it up and down. It turned out that his face was really a good thing.
"The Mo Dao is here." Yang Feng, who was beside him, interrupted.
"This is a ruthless character." Su Yu heard this and looked towards the fighting platform in a hurry.
The same goes for Zhao Yun. To be called a ruthless character by Su Yu is definitely extraordinary.
On the stage, there was a sloppy young man. Everyone present, including the elders, basically wore white robes. He was the only one who wore a black dress, which was particularly eye-catching. His hair was slightly disheveled, and there was a lot of stubble around his mouth. He folded his hands around his chest, holding a
A black knife, as if he didn't like to speak, and the whole person was quite silent. Standing on the stage, he looked like a tree stump, and his whole body revealed a kind of vicissitudes that was quite inconsistent with his identity.
, which makes people think that he has suffered a lot.
The so-called Mo Dao is his name.
The man is like a dark-colored knife, with a domineering attitude hidden beneath his slovenliness.
Zhao Yun had seen him before. He had seen this person during the Tianzong assessment that day.
"I heard that he went to the battlefield." Yang Feng said.
"No way!" Su Yu didn't believe it and looked at the ink knife up and down.
"Been there." Zhao Yun said in his heart, everyone who has been on the battlefield has a unique and compelling temperament, that is the evil spirit, which is engraved in the soul and cannot be imitated by others.
And Mo Dao has such a temperament.
In his opinion, Mo Dao had not only been on the battlefield, but also been on the battlefield more than once. He was so silent because he had seen so many mountains of corpses and seas of blood. He was used to seeing life and death, and worldly things could hardly disturb his mood.
"Very strong." Xiao Wu Nian muttered.
Even he is afraid of him, so you can imagine how strong Mo Dao is.
The new disciples who joined the sect, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, apart from Chu Wushuang and Han Xue on the surface, there are also many ruthless people secretly. Mo Dao is one of them.
He didn't use his true fighting power, and because of this, he was looked down upon by others.
Mo Dao's opponent is a handsome young man who shakes a folding paper fan rhythmically.
Not to mention, that guy is quite handsome, and he is on par with Sikong Jiannan. The main reason is that he has no wife, which has caused many female disciples to become nymphomaniacs, and all of them are filled with lust and sparkling eyes.
"Compared to me, it's even worse." Sikong Jiannan licked his hair.
Lin Xie rolled his eyes at him, but what he said was the truth. Among all the disciples of Tianzong, Jiannan may not be the strongest, but he is the most handsome, and he also has the most ex-girlfriends.
This is the truth.
The scream that followed clearly demonstrated a philosophy of life: being handsome is of no use, just like the talented person on the stage, who is very handsome, but in the hands of Mo Dao, he didn't even get a round.
As he walked past, he was knocked off the fighting platform, and his strength was shattered to pieces on the ground.
"Shutan." Sikong Jiannan was relieved when he saw that the guy was defeated.
From beginning to end, Mo Dao didn't say a word, turned around and walked off the stage.
By the time Mo Dao stepped down, the first half of the second round of the knockout rounds came to an end. Eighty-two people participated in the battle, and 41 were promoted. Many of the remaining 41 people had already used their resurrection opportunity and were directly eliminated.
After screening, there are twenty-six people left, which means there are only thirteen promotion places left.
"Resurrection contestants, come on stage and draw lots."
Wu Xuantong called out weakly, showing no interest in the resurrection match.
"Draw a good lot."
When Qingyao passed by, Zhao Yun even sent his blessings.
Qingyao smiled and followed others to the stage.
Twenty-six people lined up, each received a jade plaque, and hung it on the wall.
It is clear at a glance who is whose opponent.
"Stable."
Zhao Yun looked at the stop sign and said this.
Qingyao's opponent is not strong, and with her strength, she can advance easily.
The fact was just as he expected, in the first duel, Qingyao defeated his opponent with a Qinglian song.
In the second round of the playoffs, she became the first person to advance.
After that is Huadu.
Compared to Qingyao, Huadu's luck was not that good. He faced a disciple with a good foundation. Even with full combat power, he failed to win the opponent. He fought until his true energy was exhausted and he was defeated.
The third person to advance is the swordsman who was defeated by Prajna before.
Against Prajna, he was far from impressive, but in the Easter match, he was one of the best.
hand.
"Take it easy."
When Mu Zhaoxue came on stage, Sikong Jiannan said meaningfully.
The reason why I dare to say this is because my opponent is a third-rate disciple and his background is far inferior to Zhaoxue.
"Easy to say."
Mu Zhaoxue stepped onto the stage in one step and solved the battle with three strikes, five strikes and two additions.
"good."
Even the Easter match was lively enough.
The onlookers below were really dedicated, it was a rare occasion, and they shouted a lot.
In the next eight games, I didn't see any disciples who were too amazing.
In the thirteenth and last game, Lin Xie fought with injuries and returned with a great victory.
At this point, the second round of knockout rounds ended perfectly.
Including the 41 people in the first half, a total of 54 people advanced.
"It's getting late, let's fight again tomorrow."
Wu Xuantong stretched his waist. This was also the rule of the new sect competition.
"The show is over, let's watch it tomorrow."
The spectators all got up, and the fighting on the first day was only a small fight.
The next step is to really use the foundation, like Chu Wushuang, who didn’t even play. I don’t know if it’s because of good luck or something. In the three matches, there was no situation where the two strong men met. In fact, most of them
Most people want to see those monsters fight, such as Xiao Wu Nian and Liu Ruyue, or Yin Bing's true form and Prajna, no matter which one, as long as they are two monsters.
Whoosh!
Just as the spectators stood up to leave, a figure jumped onto the stage.
That guy from Weichuan, his body movements are so elegant and he lands smoothly, it can be said that he is full of strength.
The elders and disciples all raised their eyebrows.
What do you mean, what kind of show do you want to perform?