There were crowds of people in the hall, especially on the No. 3 ring. Even though no disciples had taken the stage to fight, they were already full of all kinds of disciples.

The decisive battle was close to noon, and it was only two hours before the decisive battle.

...

After waking up from his cultivation state, Wang Peng washed up and headed towards the hall. He wanted to arrive there earlier. After all, it was his first time participating in a ring battle and he was not familiar with everything.

When Wang Peng walked out of the valley, a woman in blue, carrying a spiritual sword on her back, walked slowly to the front of the ring and glanced around. After not seeing Wang Peng, she found a seat to sit down and waited for his arrival.

The woman looked about twenty years old, and her appearance was not beautiful. Her skin was yellow and she seemed to have no expression on her face. Against the backdrop of her blue clothes, she was like lotus leaves, not moved by external objects.

"Zhao Luo is her, and the first person to challenge Senior Brother Wang Peng is her!" Shortly after she sat down, the eyes of a disciple fell on her.

She seemed to want a quiet environment, and when many disciples looked at her, her eyebrows were frowned slightly.

In fact, not many people have truly known her, because she often goes into seclusion, or goes out for tasks, and rarely communicates with outsiders. It seems that she is living in her own world and almost doesn’t say a word, so some disciples gave her nickname “Mumph Girl”.

Even other female disciples find it difficult to talk to her. It seems that for her, except for cultivation, there is still only cultivation, as if she is possessed by a devil.

Her points have been growing slowly over the years, but she rarely takes action within the sect, so many old disciples don’t know much about her.

But in general, there should be more people who support Wang Peng.

At this moment, many people who are flirting have opened gambling shops on the side and instigated some disciples to bet.

This waiting did not last long. As Wang Peng entered this arena, almost all the disciples here cheered, deafening, which made Wang Peng feel a little uncomfortable.

Although he felt confident in playing against Zhao Luo, he would still do his best regardless of him and would not give Zhao Luo a chance to counterattack.

Thinking of this in his heart, Wang Peng walked step by step to a position opposite Zhao Luo and sat down.

However, when Wang Peng looked at her, she did not look at Wang Peng, as if she was staring blankly again, but the last one reminded him: "You may not be able to win this time."

The last page just said here, and I didn't continue to talk about it, but the reminder was very obvious.

Wang Peng frowned slightly, and his contempt in his heart completely restrained.

On his way here, he had already inquired about Zhao Luo. Although he was just a core disciple, he was the most likely member of the true disciple among the core disciples. However, he rarely took action and did not seem to want to appear in front of others too much, so he could not do anything earth-shaking and was always among the disciples in the holy land.

Moreover, that was what they knew about Zhao Luo a few years ago, and this time he seemed to have hit the iron plate.

Time passed minute by minute.

With about ten minutes left before the final battle, an old man dressed in an elder slowly walked onto the ring.

"Elder Lei, I didn't expect that the two of them would testify against each other. The other disciples were just deacons or higher-level disciples presided over the presidency."

"It seems that the duel between the two of them will attract the attention of the Holy Lord and the others, and I will also attract their attention." A disciple said enviously.

"Those who can be as good as the eyes of the Holy Lord and the Elder must at least be core disciples. You and I are just formal disciples now. They are still far from their treatment." The disciple who spoke before seemed to be his friend, and he also spoke.

"Can you leave me some thoughts?"

These disciples were talking about it in a lively manner. The elder standing on the ring coughed twice. The disciples in the audience immediately understood and gradually closed their mouths and stopped making any abnormal movements.

"Today is the day when Wang Peng, who is ranked 10,000 in the disciple list, takes the initiative to challenge Zhao Luo, who is ranked 5,000 in the disciple list. If Wang Peng wins, he will replace Zhao Luo's ranking and get some points. If Wang Peng fails to challenge, some points will be deducted and within one month, he cannot challenge Zhao Luo again." After glanced at everyone, the elder spoke slowly.

As he said that, he took a special glance at Wang Peng and Zhao Luo.

Wang Peng smiled at him slightly, while Zhao Luo was still expressionless, as if the muscles on his face had been hardened, but Wang Peng keenly felt that the spiritual sword behind her trembled slightly.

"The rules of duel are also very simple. If one party admits defeat or is hit from the ring, it is considered a loss. The duel does not allow the act of still taking action after the number of people on one side, and it is no longer allowed to take action..." The elder explained the rules roughly.

Wang Peng listened carefully. It was his first time to participate in such a duel, and Zhao Luo didn't seem simple, which made him much more serious and cautious.

"Okay, now I'll invite two of you to appear!" The next moment, the elder looked at Wang Peng and Zhao Luo respectively and said.

Upon hearing this, Wang Peng took a deep breath, then jumped up suddenly, and after turning several times in the air, he landed steadily on the ring.

During this process, he only used the strength of his body and did not use any spiritual energy.

This immediately aroused cheers from the supporters in the audience.

Zhao Luo's way of going on stage was also very extraordinary. Almost a flash of sword light, her figure rushed from the seat to the arena.

"If there is no problem, then the duel will begin!" After glanced at the two of them again, the elder asked slowly.

As he finished speaking, his body looked like electricity and immediately appeared under the ring, quietly watching the two people on the stage.

"Wang Peng."

"Zhao Luo."

The two of them saluted each other according to the duel etiquette and exchanged their names, and the duel officially began.

At this moment, the disciples in the audience were very excited, and everyone's eyes gathered there. Under the attention of everyone, Wang Peng took the lead in taking action.

Although he did not have much practical experience, he knew the principle of starting first. If he could force the opponent to suppress the opponent from the beginning, his advantage would continue to expand and gradually transform into victory.

He has two purposes for duels, one is to improve his ranking, and the other is to train himself, so he did not have the idea of ​​using Kunpeng True Fist to end the battle immediately.

He wanted his own to use his usual strength to fight with Zhao Luo, who had no idea of ​​the depth of his strength, so that even if he lost, he would gain something.
Chapter completed!