All kinds of amazing performances, coupled with his early cultivation level in the Golden Pill at such a young age, have become a dark horse in the hearts of people in this competition.

There are more male disciples than female disciples, two-thirds of male disciples and one-third of female disciples. At this time, not only the male disciples' eyes were focused on Wang Xiaoqiang's "dark horse", but the female disciples' eyes were also focused on him, such as Zhao Wushuang from the West Gate and He Saixue from the East Gate. Of course, Ye Qingcheng's eyes were also on Wang Xiaoqiang at this time. The three beauties of Taiyi Sect were all focused on Wang Xiaoqiang.

This made Qi Jingtian of Ximen slightly jealous. Qi Jingtian, twenty-five years old, in the early stage of the Golden Pill, the third place in the last competition. For this competition, he had been in seclusion for more than many years. He had just broken through the barrier last night. After more than half a year of retreat, his cultivation has reached the middle stage of the Golden Pill.

But even such a genius figure was actually overshadowed by Wang Xiaoqiang, because everyone is privately rumored that Jiang Yulong, who is in the middle stage of the Golden Pill, was killed by Wang Xiaoqiang. Just imagine, if a person who can kill the middle stage of the Golden Pill, how good should his cultivation reach?

Under everyone's eyes, Wang Xiaoqiang felt a creepy feeling. After all, there were a hundred Five Elements Spiritual Springs floating there. If they were seen by one person, what a sensation it would cause. Fortunately, no one noticed it. However, when stared at by thousands of eyes, Wang Xiaoqiang still felt uncomfortable and felt at a loss, especially the eyes of a group of female disciples made his face warm.

"Xiaoqiang, don't be nervous," Seeing that Wang Xiaoqiang's face was slightly red, and his head was covered with fine sweat beads. Ye Qingcheng put a beautiful face close to Wang Xiaoqiang's ears and reminded him with a smile. Ye Qingcheng was already standing close to Wang Xiaoqiang, and when he was close, he reminded him intimately, he had a charming smile on his face. He immediately looked at the male disciples, and his eyes almost fell to the ground. He was envious and jealous of Wang Xiaoqiang. Damn it would be worth it if the beauty Ye smiled so intimately at me!

Not far away, among the disciples of the North Gate, Lin Jinghong stared at Wang Xiaoqiang with a resentful gaze. He always felt that the person who made Ye Qingcheng smile faced at this time should be him rather than Wang Xiaoqiang, so the current scene appeared. It was entirely because Wang Xiaoqiang confused Ye Qingcheng. At this time, he withdrew his gaze and exchanged glances with the other two members of the princelings. The three of them had murderous intentions in their eyes.

Although there are regulations in the competition that the other party's life is not allowed to be harmed. However, it is not uncommon to kill people in previous competitions. In the end, the sect did not allow the murderer to pay for his life. It was just a disqualified and a symbolic punishment was imposed. Therefore, such a competition is not very safe for the participants, especially those who have quarrels or even have grudges against them, and they may not be able to die.

Before the competition, an elder in the sect announced the rules of the competition. This year's competition rules are the same as in previous years. The disciples participating in the four sects in the east, south, west and north will select two disciples, and then choose the opponent by drawing lots, from one to eight, eight, the disciple who draws one, the disciple who draws two, the disciple who draws three, the disciple who draws four, and so on, and then form four groups and compete at the same time on the four arenas. The loser withdraws, and the winner stays to participate in the next round of the competition.

Such competition rules do not occupy all the sub-sects with a small number of people. Just like the South Gate, there are only four disciples participating, while the East and West Gate have ten to twenty disciples. One cannot do it, and the other one will be defeated, and then the two will be on the top.

The South Gate will not work. If all four of them are defeated, it will be annihilated.

There are not few disciples in the South Gate. In fact, there are only four disciples who can show off. The ones below are disciples from Qi Practice Stage. Isn’t it embarrassing to take them out? So at this time of year, the deputy leader of the South Gate, Master Taiyi, has a very vague face.

"Oh, Lao Guo, there is one more this year than last year, it's not easy, haha..." The deputy leader of the East Gate seemed to praise, but in fact he was laughing at it. Last year, there were three people participating in the South Gate, and one more this year, but the number of people is less than one-third of the East Gate. This time, the number of people participating in the East Gate reached as many as twenty.

Lao Guo, named Guo Shoujing, is the master Taiyi of the South Gate. When Guo Shoujing heard this, he did not think it was offended and did not agree with the words of the East Gate.

"But I'm pretty optimistic about this Wang Xiaoqiang. Oh, Lao Guo, where did you get such a freak? You're in the early stage of the Golden Pill at such a young age?" Seeing that Guo Shoujing had a little more confidence than last year, the leader of the Ximen Sect knew that he was relying on Wang Xiaoqiang, so he asked curiously.

"Hmph, Wang Xiaoqiang's origin is unknown, and he is cruel and ruthless, and he is clearly a demon's path..." The North Gate and the South Gate come in the same way. In the past, when Guo Shoujing was ridiculed by the East Gate and the West Gate, the North Gate would help to open up the topic. However, because he heard that Wang Xiaoqiang killed his beloved disciple Jiang Yulong, the North Gate master hated Wang Xiaoqiang so much that he did not help but slander Wang Xiaoqiang as soon as he opened his mouth.

But before he could finish his words, Guo Shoujing said with a slight cover, "What are you talking about by the surname Zhong? How could Wang Xiaoqiang be an evil heretic? You, you are clearly slandering, you..."

"Okay, don't say anything," at this moment, a slightly angry voice sounded, but Taiyi Zhenren, who was sitting in the middle, spoke. "Is Wang Xiaoqiang an evil heretic? You can know through today's competition..."

The so-called evil demons and heretics are a kind of cultivator opposite to the three major immortal cultivation sects. For example, some demon cultivators, beast cultivators, and ghost cultivators are also regarded as evil demon cultivators by the three immortal sects. They are punished by them. In fact, it is not difficult to distinguish between evil demon cultivators. The techniques and magic practiced by evil demon cultivators are very different from the orthodox practices of the three immortal sects. As long as you use them, you can see the difference. Wang Xiaoqiang is a half-way entry. He is already at the early stage of the Golden Pill at a young age, and the death of the three princelings is also related to him. This is difficult to guarantee that it will not arouse the suspicion of several sect leaders. Therefore, this competition is also the time to verify Wang Xiaoqiang's identity.

As soon as Taiyi Zhenren said, the two deputy sect leaders with red faces and thick necks stopped and looked at each other, with anger in their eyes. In fact, in the past, the South Gate and the North Gate were also in disagreement, but in order to resist the forces of the East Gate and the West Gate, the South Gate and the North Gate could only be in the same spirit.

This is somewhat similar to the international situation. Many countries form alliances, but to put it bluntly, it is also to resist foreign enemies from being violated.

The first round of lottery.

The south gate is Mo Chong and Ye Qingcheng. Ye Qingcheng draws No. 2, against a disciple of the West Gate, Mo Chong draws No. 5, against a disciple of the North Gate.

The competition begins.

Ye Qingcheng and Mo Chong, encouraged by Lingqiyan and Wang Xiaoqiang, each walked towards the designated arena. Before leaving, Ye Qingcheng said, "Sister Qiyan, Xiaoqiang, aren't you here to cheer up?"

After saying that, she stared at Wang Xiaoqiang with beautiful eyes, and Wang Xiaoqiang said, "I must support you."

As he said that, he followed Ye Qingcheng, and Ling Qiyan also followed, "As a best friend, I must be encouraging you."

Arrive in front of the ring.

I saw that there were many more disciples watching this arena than the other three, and everyone's eyes were staring at Ye Qingcheng at this moment. You can imagine that everyone came to Ye Qingcheng and wanted to see the heroic figure of the beauty during the battle.

I saw a man standing on the ring with his arms in his arms, looking at Ye Qingcheng with excitement in his eyes. This was the disciple of Ximen, who was the one who drew the No. 1 draw.

Ye Qingcheng, Wang Xiaoqiang, and Ling Qiyan, and his spiritual sense swept, he sensed that this person had a middle-stage cultivation level in the foundation building stage. Ye Qingcheng was a big gap in the early stage of the construction stage, and it was not easy to win.

Facing the strong man, Ye Qingcheng did not look discouraged at all. With a comparison of his hand, the wall crystal sword flashed, holding her body and going to the ring.

Not to mention Ye Qingcheng's cultivation level, just this move will amazed the audience.

I saw a long sword with a sparkling crystal light, holding Ye Qingcheng in a white dress, rising slowly. Ye Qingcheng's unparalleled face and Anna's figure were astonishing as the Nine Heavens Fairy descended to earth.

Anyway, the disciple of Ximen's fighter looked straight at him. When Ye Qingcheng fell from the sword and arrived in front of him, he had not yet reacted from the daze.

"At the lower Ye Qingcheng, please ask this senior brother to take action..." Ye Qingcheng hugged the disciple and clasped his fists.

"Ah... My name is Zhu Wudao, Junior Sister Qingcheng, I am lucky to be able to compete with you on the same stage..." Zhu Wudao, who reacted, still stared at Ye Qingcheng with his eyes tightly, looking like a pig.

"Ha ha……"

"Haha...this pig three,"

After hearing Zhu Wudao's words, a burst of ridicule suddenly arose below.

Ye Qingcheng frowned slightly when he heard the laughter below, and did not want to talk to him any more. After comparing with his right hand, the green sword sacrificed in front of him. The green light shone on her beautiful face, making her face look even more charming.

"Junior Sister Qingcheng, then, I'm not polite to step down any further." Zhu Wudao said, and with his right hand, a golden rake was sacrificed in front of him. The rake looked very much like Zhu Bajie's iron rake in the TV series "Journey to the West". Such a strange magic weapon caused laughter from the audience.

Ye Qingcheng flapped his right hand, and the green crystal sword jumped in the air, with crystal light shining, and then slashed towards Zhu Wudao in the air.

Zhu Wudao raised his right hand, and the iron rake shone, and the black light shone in front of him.

The next moment...

boom!

The Bijing Sword and the Iron Rake collided with some.

The fierce air wave exploded with the collision point between two magic weapons as the center. Ye Qingcheng and Zhu Wudao were hit by the air wave and retreated three steps backwards before stabilizing their bodies.
Chapter completed!