"Please all the heads and sect masters, Abbot Renxin, and Lord Wan Guan take your seats..."
Liao Haikuo, the second elder of the Huashan sect, took the microphone and stood in the middle of the three competition arenas, greeting the heads and sect leaders of the various sects below. Abbot Renxin and Wan Yunting sat on several rows of chairs below.
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The C position was naturally given to Zhong Yulong and Abbot Renxin, Zhang Xuanliang and the leader of the Huashan Sect Shi Yizhen, then Wan Yunting and Zhou Ruoxi, Yuan Gaowu, Liu Bing, Lu Chenzi and other leaders and sect leaders, and even Yan Hao
Jiandu arranged to sit on the first row of chairs, next to Wan Yunting.
This was also specially arranged by Sect Master Shi to prevent this arrogant and arrogant guy from causing trouble again. Yan Haojian was also sitting there alone, while the Sect Masters and Sect Masters around him all greeted and communicated with each other with smiles on their faces.
Looking at the talented martial arts disciples in their respective sects, no one paid any attention to Yan Haojian.
Wan Yunting, who was sitting next to him, turned to look at Yan Haojian and proactively smiled and nodded to say hello. However, Yan Haojian raised his head and glanced at Wan Yunting with a proud look, and sneered contemptuously: "Master Wan Guan, I still advise you.
When the lots are drawn later, you can ask the gods or ancestors not to draw the disciples of our Divine Sword Sect as your opponents, otherwise you will lose miserably!"
These words made Zhou Ruoxi, who was sitting on the left side of Wan Yunting, raise an eyebrow. However, listening to Yan Haojian's sarcastic and contemptuous words, Wan Yunting smiled without being affected at all and said: "Master Yan, I really hope to be here."
I will draw lots later, and if I can choose a disciple of your Divine Sword Sect as my opponent, let me learn the swordsmanship of your Divine Sword Sect!"
Yan Changjian turned his face, squinted his eyes and shot out two fierce sword lights, and said with a chuckle: "Rumors say that you, Lord Wan Guan, are a martial arts prodigy, especially in terms of swordsmanship, you are the number one among the young generation of martial arts.
I suddenly realized the great swordsmanship passed down by the ancestor of Wudang Sect swordsmanship."
"Haha, but so what."
Yan Haojian sneered, glanced at Zhong Yulong who was sitting in seat C, and laughed loudly: "Ask Master Zhong of the Wudang Clan, when my father challenged various sects, the Wudang Clan was the first to be defeated.
The previous leader was Lin Fengbao!"
These words naturally reached the ears of every sect leader and sect leader present, as well as Abbot Renxin and others. Everyone couldn't help but turn their heads and look at Yan Hao, who was sitting there with his head held high, his legs crossed and his legs crossed, and his body was arrogant and unruly.
Sword, this is a provocation to Wudang Sect Chi Guoguo, and also looks down upon Wan Yunting, a new swordsman master.
Yan Haojian continued to chuckle and said: "So, don't think that you can compete with the swordsmanship of my Divine Sword Sect if you learn any great swordsmanship. If you are lucky later, you will draw a disciple of my Divine Sword Sect as your opponent.
, they want to let you see what the real invincible swordsmanship is!"
"Oh, the Little Divine Sword Sect has such a strong tone."
The person who replied to Yan Haojian was Yuan Gaowu, the head of Kunlun Mountain, because he was very dissatisfied with Yan Haojian's arrogant attitude at the banquet yesterday. If everyone hadn't stopped him, the two would have started fighting.
"Yuan Gaowu, after the competition between these young disciples is over, you'd better not be timid!"
Yan Haojian slapped the armrest of the chair with his big hand, turned his face, shot out two sword rays from his eyes and looked directly at Yuan Gaowu, and hummed domineeringly.
"good!"
Yuan Gaowu responded to Yan Haojian equally domineeringly, saying: "I will let you know then, what is the frog at the bottom of the well, there is someone outside the world!"
"Ha ha…"
These words made Yan Changjian laugh wildly. His hot eyes looked directly at Yuan Gaowu with a strong smell of gunpowder, and he said with a smile: "I can't wait any longer."
"Okay, okay, you two should say less."
Liu Bing quickly stopped the two of them and asked Master Shi to quickly start the Huashan sword debate, lest the two of them would continue to argue...
Wan Yunting, who was sitting next to him, smiled. He was really looking forward to picking out the disciples of the Divine Sword Sect when the lot was drawn later, so that he could learn their swordsmanship...
However, Wan Yunting's cell phone rang at this time. It was Hou Feipeng calling, saying that he had arrived at the tourist service center square below Huashan Mountain, but could not enter the inner gate of Huashan School.
Wan Yunting asked Hou Feipeng to wait at the foot of the mountain first, and then greet Elder Ge at noon and ask someone to go down and pick him up the mountain...
"Masters, please let the disciples from your sects participating in this Huashan Sword Competition go up to the ring to draw lots..."
Liao Haikuo, the second elder of the Huashan Sect, who was standing on the competition ring with a microphone, shouted. Immediately, the heads of the various sects below also called the disciples participating in the competition to attend. They all lined up on the ring to draw lots, and they were drawn to fight against him.
Beat the opponent.
Wan Yunting and Zhou Ruoxi stood up, and Liu Bing and Lu Chenzi beside them shouted: "Master Wan Guan, come on, Master Zhou..."
"Thank you so much..."
Wan Yunting and Zhou Ruoxi smiled, clasped their fists in return, and said jokingly: "I hope you, the heads and sect masters, will let your disciples be merciful to us."
"Haha, Master Wan Guan is really good at joking. You should be merciful to our disciples."
Liu Bing said with a smile, making the sect leaders and sect masters present, Abbot Renxin smile, easing the tense atmosphere of the confrontation between Yuan Gaowu and Yan Haojian just now...
Wan Yunting and Zhou Ruoxi went to the competition ring, and Xu Lingwei also went up at the same time, but Zhou Ruoxi was the only one from the Emei faction to participate in this competition, which seemed particularly lonely.
After all, even the third-rate sect Wuliang Taoist Temple has two people participating, while the Shaolin sect, Huashan sect, Wudang sect, Qingcheng sect, etc. almost all have three or four disciples.
Of course, each sect can send up to four disciples to participate in the competition. Naturally, the three disciples of the Divine Sword Sect are Jianfeng, Meng Yan and He Yunxia.
The three of them walked directly to the middle competition ring and faced off with Wan Yunting, Zhou Ruoxi, and Xu Lingwei. Their provocative looks made the air tense and full of gunpowder.
"Come Wan Guanzhu, Master Zhou, you will draw lots first..."
The second elder, Liao Haikuo, asked the disciple holding a box to go over and give Wan Yunting and Zhou Ruoxi the first blow. He took the microphone and introduced: "This time, there are six disciples from various sects participating in the Huashan sword competition.
The top ten will compete in a one-on-one elimination round..."
This kind of competition system is very simple. First, the remaining 30 players are eliminated in the first round, then the remaining 15 players are eliminated in the second round, and then the remaining eight players are eliminated in the third round. The finals are held, with the winning four
The two disciples then compete in the ultimate competition for first place.
"Of course, after entering the second round, there are only fifteen people left, and one person will directly enter the third round. This spot depends on the lucky person."
Liao Haikuo spoke with the microphone. Seeing that Wan Yunting and Zhou Ruoxi had finished drawing lots, he asked: "Master Wan Guan, Master Zhou, what number did you draw?"
Wan Yunting held up the lottery and said with a smile: "Lot No. 19!"
Zhou Ruoxi also said: "I am the sixth pick!"
Jianfeng, Meng Yan, He Yunxia and other contestants were also drawing lots, and Zhang Xianer, Zhang Xingyue and Zhao Xuyan from Longhu Mountain also participated in the competition.
The Wudang Sect is composed of second senior brother Qi Xiu, third senior sister Xu Yuxin, seventh junior sister Zi Qing, and eighth junior brother Huo Fei.
The Shaolin sect is led by Jin Xuan, with junior brothers Xu Hai, junior brother Luo Wenguang, and a very young monk named Hui An. He looks like he is in his twenties, but he is already at the early stage of martial arts Danjin. It can be seen that this young monk How talented a monk is.
The representative disciples of the Huashan School are led by Shi Hao, the grandson of Master Shi, and are joined by Xie Qiuhe, Liao Qi, and Ge Zhiming. He is the son of Elder Ge, but his martial arts is only at the late stage of Huajin.
Liu Zaiyi, the son of the head of the Qingcheng faction, Lu Fengqiao, Zhong Mubai, and Pan Yulong also participated.
Senior Brother Geng Hong, a young disciple of the Kunlun Sect, and Guan Feipeng, who participated in the ancestor worship ceremony at Wuliang Taoist Temple last time, also participated with two other junior sisters.
Dozens of sects and more than 60 contestants stood on three competition stages. After the drawing of lots, the second elder of the Huashan Sect, Liao Haikuo, took the microphone and shouted: "Please go down and wait for the contestants first, and the number one was drawn. The two players who signed the lottery will stay and the first competition of Huashan Swordsmanship will officially begin. Let us see which two disciples of the sect drew the first lottery..."
Following Wan Yunting, Zhou Ruoxi, Xu Lingwei and Zhang Xianer, they all walked off the ring one after another...
The two young disciples left on the middle stage are Geng Hong, the senior brother of the Kunlun Sect, and Hou Yongwu, a disciple of the Eagle Claw Sect. He is the son of the sect leader Hou Feiying, and his martial arts is only in the middle stage of Huajin.
"Contestants who draw the second lottery, please go to the second ring to compete!"
"Contestants who have drawn lottery No. 3, please go to Arena No. 3 to compete!"
In order to make the competition go faster, three arenas were held at the same time, so the second draw was Zhong Mubai, a female disciple of the Qingcheng sect, competing against Cao Yang, a disciple of the Kongtong sect.
The person who drew the third lottery was Xu Hai from the Shaolin School, and he competed with Xie Qiuhe who also had the third lottery...
"The competition begins..."
There are referees in the three arenas, and below are judges composed of elders from various sects. Master Yunbai and Yang Jingyi, elders from Zuoqi, and elder Zhang Qing from the Kunlun sect are among them.
"come on, come on, come on……"
As the contestants on the three arenas began to compete, the disciples from various sects in the audience also cheered. At the same time, local news media and media people from other online platforms carried cameras and watched the three arenas respectively. The competition is broadcast live...
The number of onlookers in Douyin’s live broadcast room has reached more than 10 million, and the number of visitors has exceeded 30 million, and it is still increasing...
Geng Hong, the eldest brother of the Kunlun School, was thirty-nine years old. His martial arts had reached the late stage of Dan Jin. He was facing Hou Yongwu from the Eagle Claw Sect in the middle stage of his martial arts. In order to prevent him from losing ugly, Geng Hong and he fought back and forth in the ring. After ten moves, the last punch knocked the opponent away and fell hard on the ring...
Hou Yongwu knew that Geng Hong had given him a few moves, so he quickly raised his hands and shouted: "I surrender...!"
"Elder brother is amazing..."
The disciples of the Kunlun Sect below saw this and shouted excitedly.
The referee also announced that Geng Hong would enter the third round, and soon the winner was determined in the other two arenas. Zhong Mubai from Qingcheng School and Xu Hai from Shaolin School were qualified for the second round.
As for Xie Qiuhe of the Huashan faction, they could only stop in the first round...
The disciples of the Qingcheng sect cheered, while the disciples of the Huashan sect could only sigh. Those brothers and sisters were busy comforting Xie Qiuhe who lost the game...