In the hall, the two sides had a heated debate. Many of the next generation disciples also felt that it was only fair to use a real competition as the selection result. After all, strength represents everything.?
Zuo Hong Caixia said in a deep voice: "Stop arguing." Immediately, her sharp eyes fell on the second disciple Zhan Xiongfei, and she snorted coldly, "What, are you afraid that your junior brothers and sisters will defeat you?"
Facing Master's question, Zhan Xiongfei's face turned as red as a jujube. He was very embarrassed and hurriedly explained, "No, I just love them."
"Since it's love and care, then you should quit voluntarily and give them the opportunity." Hong Caixia's face became darker and darker, obviously she was very dissatisfied with the second disciple's taking advantage of others.
Zhan Xiongfei was startled, fearing that the master was really so determined, and said hurriedly: "No... I also want the Soul Fusion Pill, and I must not quit..."
In desperation, this guy revealed his true intentions and received the contemptuous looks of many disciples.
The other party was really a bit shameless, which also made Qiu Yu feel disdainful. Originally, he thought that the second senior brother's attitude was quite nice, but now he realized that he was just pretending, and was actually greedy and selfish.
The thoughts of several major disciples made Hong Caixia feel that it was necessary to sound the alarm, so she said with a dark face: "Then stop talking nonsense and don't call it taking care of others. Listen carefully. Opportunities are only given to those who are truly capable.
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"There is no seniority here. If you can't become a strong person, it's useless no matter how senior you are. Haven't you seen those cultivators working in the valley? Some of them are your uncles or uncles, and some are even your uncles. But because they can't
He succeeded in becoming the most ordinary member. The way to test his strength is to fight and speak with his fists. Next, the selection competition will begin and a duel will be drawn."
The master's teachings made Zhan Xiongfei's disciples feel ashamed and did not dare to say anything. They could only prepare themselves for the battle that was about to begin, and then stepped forward to draw lots in a knockout format.
The battle begins, and for the next generation of disciples, this is also an eye-opening opportunity to see their master and even other elders show off their skills.
Hong Caixia, who was sitting on the high platform, flew down and two disciples landed lightly on the platform. They were a man and a woman. The man was the fourth disciple Zhao He, a muscular man with a mustache and a gloomy face. The woman was
Ninth Disciple Na Yuhua is a plump woman with ordinary appearance. When she saw her opponent was Fourth Senior Brother, even before the fight started, she had a bit of fear in her eyes.
The two of them saluted each other, and Yuhua said respectfully: "Senior brother, please give me some advice."
Zhao He hummed expressionlessly: "Junior sister, you're welcome, let's get started." He thought to himself, no matter what the cost, I have to stand out and finally enter the big test to obtain the Soul Fusion Pill. No matter who stands in front of me, it won't be good.
Well, it doesn’t matter whether you are a boy or a girl, a senior brother or a junior sister.
Cultivation depends on aptitude, and Yuhua is a slightly inferior kind. In addition, she is not too hard-working, so she is a weaker kind among her brothers. However, she met the stronger Zhao He, which made her secretly complain, but
She could only force herself to attack, and she suddenly jumped up, with two purple blades coming out of her palms like sharp blades and slashing at the opponent, but it was the Purple Light Slash that she was good at.
In the eyes of many next-generation disciples, Yuhua's attack power was quite powerful. They were all waiting to see how Zhao He would deal with it, but they saw the opponent punch suddenly, two extremely fierce black light waves suddenly aroused, and only a banging sound could be heard.
, a huge force surged in, forcing the Yuhua figure to retreat...
The two people were fighting fiercely, and after a few moves were passed in an instant, the gap became more obvious. Zhao He was much stronger and had the upper hand. The forced Yuhua kept dodging, and gradually became unable to fight back. As Zhao He screamed wildly,
Roar, extremely fierce black light waves fell on junior sister's graceful body.
"Peng!"
When the sound came out, Yuhua also screamed and fell heavily under the high platform. A stream of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, obviously injured.
"Master..." Five or six female disciples hurriedly gathered around, vying to help Yuhua stand up.
Seeing that the master's brows were furrowed and his face was very ugly, and he was seriously injured, a female disciple raised her head, looked at the proud Zhao He on the high platform, and said angrily: "Fourth uncle, you are going too far. You have already won, and you still won."
If you beat my master like this, won't you show mercy?"
The younger generation's questioning made Zhao He's face turn gloomy, and he said coldly: "Since it is a fight, it is inevitable to get hurt, so there is no need for you to question me."
Zhao He had many disciples, about seventeen or eighteen. At this time, he also spoke out to defend his master, "That's right, fists and feet don't have eyes, and injuries can only be said to be due to lack of strength."
"Our master is mighty, you should stop gesticulating..."
Seeing that the hall was filled with noisy sounds, Zuo Hong Caixia said in a deep voice: "Shut up, everyone. This is how the competition is. There is no room for sloppiness. No one has to worry about human feelings. During the big assessment, the other disciples will also
I will definitely not have any worries, Zhao He did the right thing, he won this game, let’s continue.”
Zhao He couldn't help but feel proud of his master's support. He jumped off the stage and stood in front of a group of disciples. He listened to the disciples' soft flattery, which was very helpful.
In the second game, Qiu Yu came out. His opponent was Wang Dong, who was ranked tenth. He was a very arrogant guy. I remember when he first started, the opponent had to set rules for him...
As Hong Caixia called out the names of the two people, Wang Dong flew up to the high platform like an agile leopard. His movements were clean and majestic, making his disciples cheer loudly, "Master is so domineering!"
"Master is amazing, great!"
Many female disciples looked at Uncle Thirteenth, but when they saw him walking down the steps in a low-key manner and appearing on the stage unhurriedly, his aura had weakened a bit, which made some female disciples secretly worried.
, feeling that it would be difficult for him to win and he would have to be beaten.
Hong Caixia had special concern for the disciple at the bottom of the ranking. She glanced over with bright eyes and watched the other's gestures with great interest.
The two stood face to face. Wang Dong held his head high and looked arrogant. His face was full of arrogance, and he didn't pay attention to each other at all. It was like a veteran scoundrel facing a new recruit.
Such an expression already made Qiu Yu very unhappy, and thinking of the treatment he had suffered in the past, he already had an idea in his mind, but he did not lose his courtesy. He cupped his fists and said, "Please forgive me for daring to offend senior brother."
Wang Dong didn't listen to him at all, and curled his lips and said: "There's no need to be pretentious, I know you want to defeat me, but let me tell you for sure, this is impossible, and you can't expect me to show my pride and eat a meal."
A beating is inevitable, so I can set some rules for you."
Qiu Yu was annoyed, but with a smile on his face, "Since senior brother said so, don't blame junior brother for being harsh. You should also be prepared to be beaten."
Wang Dong's face changed and he said angrily: "You dare to challenge me, let's see." In anger, he punched suddenly, and the two bronze-colored sharp points hit the opponent like a sledgehammer, which was what he was good at.
Martial arts, "The copper hammer shakes all directions!"