Yun Zheng covered her mouth and coughed a few times, quickly covering up her disobedience just now. To be honest, she was shocked.

Is my uncle so popular that he is both a man and a woman?

The friends all looked at Yun Zheng with shock, as if they were also shocked by what the male elemental master said just now. Mo Jing couldn't help blurting out: "The big thing is not good, and my uncle is targeted by a man!"

Yun Zheng almost choked by saliva again: "!"

Feng Xinglan and others showed strange expressions.

Emperor Nian successfully advanced and returned to the waiting area with extremely brisk steps.

The warm atmosphere present suddenly weakened.

In the first round of the ring promotion competition, a total of 5,000 people were eliminated.

In the second round of the ring promotion, half of the people were eliminated.

About two hours later, the five thousand contestants in the waiting area drew a spiritual lottery again.

Yun Zheng drew 2,01 this time, and his friends also drew different numbers. So Yun Zheng was relieved that there was no same number in their Fengyun team.

If you really win the same number, there is no problem in fighting, but the problem is that the eliminated person will not be able to ascend to the advanced continent.

It took two days to advance in the first round, it took one and a half days to advance in the second round, and it took one and a day to advance in the third round...

Until the fifth round of advancement, the contestants dropped sharply from 10,000 to 625.

The people who were originally full of seats in the waiting area suddenly reduced by more than 90%. Now there are only scattered 625 left in the waiting area.

The opponents encountered by Fengyun Team in the first four rounds were not as strong as the cultivation level of the entire Saint Dao Realm, so they all advanced safely.

"Come on, draw lots!"

The elders of Shenye Sect once again distributed spiritual signs to everyone.

The number is from one to three hundred and twenty-two. Yun Zheng drew No. 1 this time, Feng Xinglan is No. 3, Zhongli Wuyuan is No. 152, Yu Qiu is No. 167.

, Yan Chen is 195, Mo Jing is 200, and Nangong Qingqing is 230.

Mu Yin drew a gap and successfully advanced bye.

"A Yin, you're so lucky."

Mu Yin held the blank sign and said with a smile: "Then I will sit there and watch your game happily."

After pausing, Mu Yin cleared his throat, looked around Yun Zheng and the other two, and frowned seriously and said, "I hope you don't embarrass me, you will win this round! Did you hear it?"

Yu Qiu was closest to him, and he grabbed Mu Yin's back neck, and his tone became dangerous and laughed: "Our A Yin can still train people?"

"Ahhhh, I know I'm wrong, Brother Qiu!"

"Saoqiu, don't hit A Yin!" Mo Jing stopped him sternly.

When Mu Yin heard this, he sniffed in emotion and cast a very grateful look at Mo Jing.

Mo Jing didn't seem to notice Mu Yin's eyes at this moment. He raised his hand and rolled up his sleeves, and changed his tone and said, "Let me beat him up!"

Mu Yin's expression froze: "..."

"Hahaha……"

Since Yun Zheng and Feng Xinglan drew No. 1 and No. 3 respectively, they played together.

Yun Zheng nodded with Feng Xinglan on his head, and then climbed onto arena No. 1. Feng Xinglan also climbed onto arena No. 3.

When Emperor saw Yun Zheng coming on stage, his eyes unconsciously followed her, and the corners of his lips under the mask raised slightly, with a different kind of softness.

Mr. Zhuang frowned. Why did he feel that the terrifying cold air emitted by the Emperor next to him became much weaker? What's going on?

The man with a ghost mask supported his chin with one hand, like a noble and casual young man, his dark eyes fell on Yun Zheng.

Yun Zheng...

You shouldn't have appeared.

The man with ghost mask showed a hint of unknown meaning in his eyes.

In the waiting area_

The elf girl Mu Yin suddenly felt suffocated, and some horror scenes appeared in her mind, and her pupils couldn't help but magnify.

She hugged her head tightly with her hands, as if something was backfiring, and her sea of ​​consciousness felt a little painful.

"Yinyin, what's wrong with you?" the elf boy Mu Chu asked anxiously.

Mu Yin sobbed in pain: "Brother...Brother, my head hurts so much! I saw some more pictures, it's very scary..."

Mu Chu gently patted her back and said comfortably: "Don't be afraid, brother is here."

She gasped for a few deep breaths, her hair on her temples was wet with cold sweat, and her beautiful little face suddenly became pale. A little panic flashed across her face. She grabbed Mu Chu's arm tightly.

The picture that appeared in her mind just now had faded, but the shock left to her could not be dispelled.

"Brother... Tiangou Food Day is coming, chaos is coming, and the creatures are in turmoil, kneel down in mourning!"

Mu Chu's eyes changed, and he immediately covered his sister's mouth, looked around carefully, then lowered his voice and asked seriously: "What a mess?"

“Here…”

When Mu Chu heard this, his eyes were complex and changeable, with unprecedented caution. Suddenly, he looked up at Yun Zheng standing on the No. 1 ring.

He sent a voice to ask Mu Yin: "You once said that Miss Yun will save you once, is she here?"

Mu Yin thought about it and the picture in her mind was already blurred, but she remembered that she saw Sister Zheng. If she guessed correctly, Sister Zheng would save herself in this chaos.

She pursed her lips and nodded.

Mu Chu asked again: "Do you remember the details?"

Mu Yin shook her head with tears in her eyes, obviously because she was afraid of being anxious.

Mu Chu comforted her warm voice: "Yinyin calms down first, and then tell her brother when she thinks of something."

"good."

Mu Chu and Mu Yin did not notice that behind them, a charming and fair boy was looking at them thoughtfully, and his bright red lips slightly opened a curve of unknown meaning.

Arena No. 1_

Yun Zheng's opponent is the senior sister of the same sect - Ji Baiman, the Hai clan.

Yun Zheng smiled and said, "Senior Sister Ji."

Ji Baiman laughed and sighed, "I have avoided so many strong people, but I have not been able to avoid you. Junior Sister Yun, please don't treat me so violently. My delicate skin cannot withstand the toss and consciences."

When she remembered the scene where Junior Sister Yun Zheng had killed a ring, she felt a little scared.

Yun Zheng had a good impression of Ji Baiman. She smiled and said, "Since Senior Sister Ji said that, I will never need to be violent."

"Thank you." Ji Baiman chuckled.

The two stood in confrontation and the battle was about to break out!

"The promotion competition officially begins-"

Yun Zheng immediately summoned the Flame Spear.

When Ji Baiman saw this scene, he raised his hand and a water dragon moved in the void with her hand. The next moment, in her lower body, a phantom of a blue mermaid's tail appeared and was very beautiful and eye-catching.

Neither of them spoke much and went straight into combat mode.

"Flame Phoenix Spear!"

"Shuilong Jue!"

The phoenix-shaped flames and the water attacks in the shape of a giant dragon hit each other hard in the void.
Chapter completed!