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Time passed by in a hurry, and in a blink of an eye it was time for the competition to begin.
"Junior brother, what number did you draw?"
With a proud look on his face, Liu Yishan walked up to Yi Feng and held a white ball between his fingers with a big "eight" written on it. According to the rules, he was going to face the No. 7 participating disciple. And just now
Through inquiring, I learned that participating disciple No. 7 only has mid-level fusion cultivation. If there are no accidents, Liu Yishan can easily advance to the next round.
"Haha, my luck is not bad, I drew the number sixty-six." Yi Feng replied with a smile. He who came from the earth naturally likes this number very much.
"Oh? Brother Wei has just seen the list. No. 65 is Junior Brother Ji who has cultivated in the early stage of Jindan. Brother, I don't dare to defeat him lightly. Junior Brother, you have to be careful. People's luck is not the same.
It’s always so good.”
After Liu Yishan reminded him maliciously, he walked away humming a little tune.
"Bah! How can you, 2B, know what I'm capable of?" Yi Feng spat at Liu Yishan, and then walked towards the temporary residence arranged by the sect.
For this tournament, the sect arranged accommodation for each participating disciple in Yunfu Taoist Temple. Most of the disciples of the same lineage lived together and were looked after by the elders of the sect. As for Yifeng's lineage, it was led by his uncle
Xing Yuzi is in charge.
When they arrived at the residence, Liu Yishan, Zhao Gang, and Lu Changfeng were all there, and the three of them "reminded" Yi Feng in a sarcastic way, as if Yi Feng was about to encounter great danger in the first round.
God seemed to be tired of teasing Xingchenzi's three older apprentices, so he actually made all three of them compete with each other in the fusion period. Everyone could advance easily, but Yi Feng happened to meet a
Disciples of the same sect who are equally matched in terms of cultivation.
But he was also in the early stage of Jindan cultivation, so why didn't everyone seem to think highly of him? After Xing Yuzi's explanation, Yi Feng understood: It turns out that his opponent Ji Changping is a young disciple of the leader's lineage.
It has been nearly a hundred years since we entered the early stage of the Golden Core, and it is just around the corner to break through to the middle stage of the Golden Core. Moreover, when the disciples of the leader's lineage participate in the competition, they usually have good magic weapons and many intermediate talismans, and almost no one among the disciples at the same time can defeat them.
It's funny in Yi Feng's heart. People here are the same as in the previous life. They often don't think others can do things they can't do. If others really do it, they often think that others are either opportunistic or stepping on shit.
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There was no talking all night, but just after dawn the next day, a long and clear bell rang out in the Yunfu Taoist Temple.
This was the wake-up call for the start of the competition, and it also marked the official start of the competition. Many disciples woke up from meditation, checked their storage bags, and then walked towards their respective competition arenas.
There were a hundred disciples participating in the competition, and they were competing in pairs. There were fifty groups in total, but there were only ten in the competition arena. Therefore, the competition on the first day was also divided into five batches. Yi Feng was arranged to compete in the third batch.
As for my three senior brothers, because they were drawn relatively early in the lottery, they all had to play in the first batch.
With nothing to do, Yi Feng came alone to the arena where his senior brother Lu Changfeng was competing.
At this time, Lu Changfeng, dressed in white as snow, stood proudly on the stage, looking very chic and calm, with a very relaxed expression on his face. Although Yi Feng felt contempt for him, it did make people have full confidence in him.
Opposite Lu Changfeng, stood a young disciple with an uneasy expression. He looked like he was only fourteen or five years old. It was probably his first time to participate in such a competition. The calmer Lu Changfeng became, the more psychologically he became
nervous.
Yi Feng secretly shook his head. Such young disciples have typically never experienced the baptism of fighting, and are even more immature than himself.