While everyone was expecting, an old man who could not tell how old he was came in the air, wearing a coarse gray cloth dress, wrinkles on his face, and his small eyes flashed as they opened and closed.

The old man landed straight in the purple area, with his hands behind his back, and his eyes like electric light glanced at everyone in the field.

As his eyes flashed, everyone was silent, no one spoke anymore, and they all looked at him alone. Even except for the head of Xuanwu Sect, Tong Tianhao and the eldest elder Wu Xinhai, everyone was full of awe.

The old man nodded with satisfaction and said, "Very good. This year, many outstanding disciples have appeared in the inner sect, so I feel so relieved."

Ye Fan frowned, not knowing what the old man was from, but from the way everyone looked respectful to him, it can be seen that this old man is quite good.

"This inner disciple competition is the quota of three elite disciples. I don't need to say this, everyone must know it. What I want to say is that in this competition, I will be the referee! In addition, there are many new faces below who don't know me. My name is Chen Ximen, who is the Supreme Elder of Xuanwu Sect. I will be the referee. You don't need to worry about the fairness of the game!"

Supreme Elder Shen Ximen showed his identity. Ye Fan suddenly realized and felt relieved. I am afraid that only he is qualified to sit in the purple area of ​​the entire Xuanwu Sect.

According to what Tong Qianchen talked to him, there were only three remaining Supreme Elders in the Xuanwu Sect, all of whom were like idle clouds and wild cranes, with a very transcendent status and did not encounter major events that endangered the life and death of the sect, and even the head could not invite them.

This Chen Ximen is different from other Supreme Elders. He is an old naughty child in his mentality. He likes to be with young cultivators and feel the vigorous vitality in the young people's bodies.

Therefore, Tong Tianhao invited him to serve as the referee of this game. Having such a strong man with unfathomable cultivation as the referee can not only ensure the fairness of the game, but also reduce casualties.

In the competition for inner disciples, all the inner disciples who participated will inevitably give their all to the three only elite disciples. In that case, no one can guarantee that they can hold back.

A strong referee is particularly important. If it weren't for Ye Fan, he would have also participated in the competition. Tong Tianhao would have asked the elder to be the referee.

In the past, the Great Elder was the referee for the inner disciple competition. Because the Great Elder never accepted disciples for life, it was the most fair and just and would not favor anyone.

But this time it was not possible. The Great Elder accepted Ye Fan as his apprentice, and Ye Fan happened to participate in this competition to avoid suspicion, and he could not be the referee this time.

A supreme elder came to serve as a referee, and no one dared to disobey. Only Chu Feng, among the elite disciples, frowned. He was afraid that Hao Jian would not be able to use his evil hands to destroy Ye Fan.

After all, the Supreme Elder has very high eyesight and strength, and it is very difficult to play fun under his nose.

Hao Jian seemed to have thought of this and looked at Chu Feng uneasyly, and Chu Feng gave him a look of action.

Although the Supreme Elder Shen Ximen was the referee of this game, Chu Feng was determined to destroy Ye Fan!

"All the inner disciples who participated in the competition came forward and drew lots to determine their opponents and the order of appearance!"

With the voice of Chen Ximen, two elite disciples of the Xuanwu Sect carried a large closed wooden box and placed it in the center of the ring.

Ye Fan and other participants stepped forward together and found a circular hole sealed with red paper above the large wooden box. Everyone participated in the competition and used their hands to break the red paper and touched a small ball into the wooden box. The small ball was engraved with numbers.

Du Hai glanced at Ye Fan and said with a grim smile: "I hope you will be better off and don't hit me in the first game, otherwise you will have nothing to play!"

Ye Fan was not afraid at all and replied, "I will give you this sentence too."

The lot was quickly over, and each participating disciple caught a small ball. The number was marked on it, and the opponent was the one who held the same number as his.

Ye Fan took a look and found that he was really lucky. He was number 10. He just didn't know which unlucky guy caught the same number as him.

After grasping the number, all the participating disciples, including Ye Fan, returned to their seats, waiting for the start of the competition!

"when……"

A loud bell rang, and the Supreme Elder Shen Ximen sat near the ring, and said slowly: "The competition has officially begun, please invite No. 1 to the stage!"

Chen Ximen's voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard in the ears of everyone present, showing his unfathomable strength.

Several elders stood in a certain position and jointly arranged a defensive cover similar to the barrier, so as not to stop in the game, and their true energy rushed out of the ring, hurting everyone watching the game.

This happened before. During the game, someone burned his true energy and launched the strongest attack. As a result, he couldn't stop and directly killed two outer disciples who were watching the game.

In order to avoid similar tragedies happening again, defensive covers must be arranged in every game in the future.

The one who caught No. 1 was two young monks of similar age. After coming to the stage, they communicated with each other and then took a few steps back, a distance of 100 meters apart!

After a brief question, the Supreme Elder Shen Ximen waved his right hand down and shouted: "The competition begins!"

"drink!"

The two of them suddenly released their breath and rushed towards each other like rhinos. At the same time, both sides showed off their magic weapons, which turned out to be long swords!

Clam clang clang clang clang clang...

The sword energy was scattered, and the two collided dozens of moves in an instant. The sound of stir-frying beans sounded, and the sound of gold and iron clashing sounded densely like firecrackers.

Ye Fan slowly closed his eyes, and he didn't have to look at it. The attack power of these two men was too weak, and no matter who won in the end, it would not be any threat to him.

A quarter of an hour later, the battle between the two sides came to an end. A cultivator took the risk of using the Milang Sword Technique. After more than ten blows against the opponent, he pushed the spire on the opponent's throat and ended the battle.

A burst of thunderous applause broke out in the field. For Ye Fan, such a battle was full of loopholes, but it was quite exciting for the outer disciples and those unsightly inner disciples.

People naturally have to give warm applause for the wonderful battle.

Next, some people came on the court one after another, and the fight was fancy, but there was no practical use. In Ye Fan's opinion, one move could solve the battle. But they were having a lot of fun.

“…”

"The seventh appearance!"

Chen Ximen's eyes were filled with joy or sorrow, and he could not see any emotional fluctuations, as if he was mechanical.

Whoosh!

With his voice, Bu Zhuifeng stood up like a bamboo pole and rushed onto the ring.

Swish!

When he saw that his opponent was Bu Zhuifeng, who was known for his speed, the cultivator who also caught No. 7 suddenly collapsed, but he still gritted his teeth and went on stage.

Because, since it is a competition, even if he loses in the end, he must do his best to let the heads and elders see their strength and potential.

When they arrived at the center of the ring, the two stood opposite each other. The Supreme Elder Shen Ximen glanced at the two and said, "The two sides are common names!"

"Bu Zhuifeng!"

Bu Zhuifeng's introduction is simple and clear, and there is no need to say much. No inner disciple does not know him.

"Liang Guangfeng, Senior Brother Bu, I hope my subordinates will show mercy!"

Liang Guangfeng, who caught the same number as Bu Zhuifeng, grinned and smiled bitterly.

"Stop talking nonsense, there is no father and son on the battlefield. I will not forgive you. Since it is a competition, I will not hold back. Please beg for more blessings!" Bu Zhuifeng did not give any face at all.

"Both sides retreat and prepare for the game!"

Supreme Elder Shen Ximen pointed his hands, Bu Zhuifeng and Liang Guangfeng bowed to each other, turned around and took a few steps back.

After turning around and standing still, the two nodded to Chen Ximen and signaled that they were ready.

Chen Ximen shouted: "The competition begins!"

Liang Guangfeng instantly burned his true energy, and his whole body seemed to have turned into a giant. He pointed at Bu Zhuifeng from a distance, but did not rush forward.

He knew very well that comparing speed with Bu Zhuifeng was seeking death, so he made up his mind to force his opponent to a distance, not give him a chance to get close, and at the same time strengthen his defense to the limit.

It has to be said that his strategy is correct. Facing Bu Zhuifeng, who is good at speed, sticking to it is the best choice. As long as he can use the burning energy to force his opponent outside the attack range of Zhan Ge, he can ensure a steady and invincible position.

"Hey!"

Bu Zhuifeng smiled sinisterly, his body turned into a ray of blue smoke, rushed towards the bronze warrior, and his hands transformed into palm shadows in the sky, like a butterfly.

Liang Guangfeng felt a flash in front of him, and the bronze warrior was shocked. When he understood that he would come over again, the battle was over.

Bu Zhuifeng is worthy of being the first speed among inner disciples. When he approached the Bronze Battle Ge, his body turned strangely and avoided the Bronze Battle Ge's edge. He followed the Zhan Ge and came to Liang Guangfeng's side. With his right hand, a short sword was pressed against Liang Guangfeng's dantian.

As long as his hand gently pushed forward, Liang Guangfeng's cultivation level would be scrapped, and his speed was so fast that it was dazzling.

Apart from Ye Fan, I'm afraid only those elite disciples and core disciples have seen his attack speed and strategy clearly.

Before he could reach the move, someone pushed the dantian with a short knife. Liang Guangfeng never expected it, but he was a bachelor. He knew that he had lost. He loosened his hand and threw the bronze warrior to the ground with a clang. He bowed his hand and said to Bu Zhuifeng: "Senior Brother Bu is smart, I admit defeat!"

"In the seventh game, Bu Zhuifeng won and successfully advanced."

Chen Ximen nodded secretly. At this age, this speed is already rare. What's more important is that his control is able to stop when the short knife pierces his clothes and presses against his skin. This control is very rare.

"No. 8 comes on!"

"No. 9 comes on the field..."

The next two games can be described as evenly matched, but there is no longer the simplicity and clarity of Bu Zhuifeng and Liang Guangfeng fighting.

However, their battle also won a lot of joy, with cheers and applause constantly ringing.

After two more advanced successfully, the Supreme Elder Shen Ximen said calmly: "The Tenth Comes!"

Ye Fan stood up, first came to the Supreme Elder Shen Ximen, handed over his small ball, and then came to the battlefield, waiting for his opponent to appear.

Soon, a young cultivator walked onto the stage, handed over his ball, and stood opposite Ye Fan, with the fighting intention burning in his eyes.

"Both sides are the same name!"

Supreme Elder Shen Ximen said routinely.

"Ye Fan!"

"Liu Datong!"

"The competition begins!"

After Ye Fan and his opponent Liu Datong were known, Chen Ximen shouted loudly and announced the start of the game.

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Chapter completed!