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Chapter 72

Random selection is so cruel and helpless. No matter who you meet, since it has been assigned, you have no right to choose again.

The light ball not only provided information about the opponent, but also indicated the venue for the competition. Therefore, all the disciples followed the information from the light ball and began to walk around the competition venue. When all the disciples participating in the competition stood together in pairs, a huge

The competition venue began to tremble.

However, the ground of the entire competition venue began to dent, but the place where the disciples participating in the competition were standing was unharmed. In this way, the entire competition venue seemed to have 20 high platforms erected, each of which was a hundred square meters in size.

Ling Fan was really surprised when he saw the changes in the competition venue. In the eyes of mortals, cultivators are indeed very powerful. Even the competition venue they built is so magical.

Li Yu'er wanted Ling Fan to see her competition clearly, but unfortunately, her position in this first knockout match was diagonally opposite to Ling Fan's, with several competition platforms in between.

But for Ling Fan, if he had not confessed his love to Lin Xue, then this position would have been tailor-made for him. Because, on the high platform less than two feet away in front of him, one of the two disciples was standing.

Among them, one of them is Lin Xue, the fairy sister in Ling Fan's heart.

But now, Ling Fan failed to express his love, and was even more severely beaten by Lin Xue. Now seeing Lin Xue again, Ling Fan felt inexplicably embarrassed, and even a little embarrassed to face Lin Xue.

As for Lin Xue, her expression was still as cold as frost, as if she were sitting on an iceberg. There was no smile in sight, and the only feeling she gave was that of indifference. Even though Ling Fan was right next to her, Lin Xue seemed indifferent, which even made Ling Fan feel

, it’s as if the confession never happened.

"Alas! Maybe, I have always been too sentimental. Others didn't take it seriously, but I thought too much." Ling Fan thought secretly in his heart.

However, even though some unpleasant things have happened, Ling Fan feels satisfied now that he can watch the fairies in his heart compete with each other. As Ling Fan said, you don't have to like me, I just need to like you.

Lin Xue was facing off against a male disciple named Lu Dong from Thunder Valley. From the moment he stood on the high platform, the opponent's eyes had been staring at Lin Xue and never stopped. It seemed that as long as more

The more you look at, the more you earn.

It can be seen that Lu Dong must have been shocked by Lin Xue's beauty. In fact, he is extremely lucky to have the honor to face Lin Xue now. Whether he wins or loses, it doesn't matter. What matters is,

I can compete with Lin Xue.

But in Lu Dong's lewd eyes, Ling Fan saw something else. He thought to himself: "Damn it! This guy doesn't want to take the opportunity to get stuck during the competition, right?"

Apart from some unreasonable thoughts, watching cultivators compete and learn from each other is indeed a rare learning opportunity. For example, while watching a battle, you can learn how to fight and how to deal with the enemy's experience. Winning or losing is not the key, the key is to understand how to win and fail.

What is the reason?

This is also the real purpose of the competition between disciples. For Piaomiao Sect, in addition to letting other disciples observe and learn, they will also observe the level and strength of these disciples. After all, these disciples are the pride of Piaomiao Sect and represent Piaomiao.

The future of the sect. Who has the ability and who does not can be seen through at a glance during the competition.

"The competition begins!"

As the old man on the high platform shouted again, the competition officially began.

But I saw that every disciple on the high platform bowed to each other to show respect for each other. Immediately, their expressions became serious and serious. After all, this was a knockout round, and there was no room for sloppiness. Once you failed, you would have no chance to advance to the next level.

It's time to play.

Ling Fan had no intention of observing the competitions on other high platforms. Now all his thoughts were placed on the competition platform in front of him. Lu Dong, who was facing Lin Xue, also smiled politely at this time and said: "Hey! Junior Sister Lin, although I

I entered the mountain gate a few years earlier than you, but your strength has improved very quickly, so you have to be merciful later!"

However, Lin Xue turned a deaf ear and didn't say anything. She just stared at Lu Dong indifferently. This made Lu Dong feel like he had been rejected. It was a bit boring.

However, not speaking does not mean that Lin Xue does not respect each other, but that Lin Xue despises Lu Dong's eyes. And just like what Lu Dong said, Lu Dong entered the sect a few years before Lin Xue, and now he is also Yuanying

Although Lin Xue's cultivation has just entered the middle stage of Yuanying, Lu Dong has already entered the middle stage of Yuanying. With a few more years of practice, his cultivation will become more consolidated and profound. In comparison,

Lu Dong is slightly better than Lin Xue.

Despite Lu Dong's annoying face, he is, after all, an elite among the second generation disciples of the Piaomiao Sect. His appearance has nothing to do with his strength. Therefore, in this competition, there is no room for Lin Xue to make any mistakes.

If you are careful, you will be defeated by Lu Dong.

"Well...Junior sister Lin, let's start!" Seeing that Lin Xue didn't respond for a long time, Lu Dong felt that it was really shameless, so he went directly.

Lin Xue still didn't speak, but just took a stance to respond, as if this represented Lin Xue's response.

Ling Fan was familiar with Lin Xue's cold expression, and it was even commonplace. Now that he saw Lin Xue treating other male disciples like this, Ling Fan felt a little relieved. If Ling Fan was warm to others, Ling Fan might

There are still some that I can’t stand.

However, under the seemingly frosty face, Ling Fan knew deeply that Lin Xue definitely had a very tender side in her heart. And about that side, Ling Fan believed that no one in the world knew it better than himself.

I remember when I first met Lin Xue, her tender eyes and passionate actions made Ling Fan feel completely different to Lin Xue compared to now. But the fact is the fact, and this is what Ling Fan has experienced personally.

So, Ling Fan believed that Lin Xue's heart was actually not cold.

But seeing that Lin Xue had already set up his stance, Lu Dong waited for Lin Xue to attack, but Lin Xue still did not take action first, which made Lu Dong feel very annoyed.

It has been said before that he entered the Piaomiao Sect earlier than Lin Xue. Even if he is a second-generation disciple, Lu Dong still feels that he is a generation older than Lin Xue, if not a generation older. If this senior brother is fighting with his junior sister, would it be a bit awkward for the senior brother to strike first?

Like an adult bullying a child, no face?

But a competition is a competition, and you can't just stand there stupidly like this! Therefore, Lu Dong no longer cared about face and dignity. As soon as he performed the Xuanqing Dao technique, he waved his palm towards Lin Xue and said:

Don't forget to remind Lin Xuedao: "Junior Sister Lin, take the move!"

This cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage is really not invincible. Not to mention the strength, the speed alone shocked Ling Fan. It seemed that Lu Dong's movements were slow, but in just one step or two, Lu Dong had already jumped from two feet to

Yuan Wai rushed in front of Lin Xue. To an expert, this might not be anything special, but to Ling Fan, a disciple in the foundation-building stage, Ling Fan only saw an afterimage of Lu Dong heading towards Lin Xue.
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