Draw lots?

Li Fan watched the Foundation Establishment disciples on the deck approaching, and the Nascent Souls that were besieging them were all parked ten feet away from the treasure ship. They did not come over directly, but waited for them to draw lots. He was confused for a moment.

Xuantian's sword intention expressed that Xiao Yao was fighting swords according to the ancient method. You have also seen it. If he had come up and started to attack like before, Mrs. Gong would have died in an instant. It is rare for a grand sword fighting event to be lively.

You don’t even have to see it, wouldn’t it be a pity to come here in vain?

Therefore, according to the ancient method of sword fighting, before the master-master meeting, the disciples must be evaluated first to show the strengths and weaknesses of the two families and become famous. If there is a winner three times in a row, according to the rules, he is a rising star recognized by both parties, and he is not allowed to kill him.

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This rule was originally set up to prevent some prodigy from a famous sect with pills from killing all the underachievers from other families. Therefore, if a person fights three times, he will be forced to be eliminated.

Since the enemy has taken the opportunity and arranged it so well, then this is your only chance of survival.

But in this case, Xiao Yao definitely didn't ask you to rotate. There are only five people on the opposite side who are foundation builders. It's meaningless to just do one killing calamity. If you fight for three rounds in a row, if you lose, you will die without mentioning it. Even if you win by chance,

, maybe even the enemies all over the sky will take it away for revenge.

Therefore, if you want to complete three games, you must have a division commander to protect you in order to succeed. But Xiao Yao is alone and weak, and if people are waiting for him to attack, they will definitely turn a blind eye and not save him.

But there is no other way. If he doesn't escape, he will die if he fights. You juniors will still fall into the applause of others and die. After such a journey, maybe someone with a hard life can still survive.

Even if one or two come down, it may not even be delayed until reinforcements arrive...

However, I estimate that if someone dares to set up such a large formation at the entrance of Zhushan, they must have taken advantage of the opportunity of killing and robbery to set up the formation, and they have already planned and deployed it. This is completely in their hands.'

Li Fan was silent, but he could definitely see that the formation of heavenly soldiers in the north was motionless, the clear sky in the east was deserted, and a pair of demons and three Zhou Shengs in Tiantai Mountain in the west, each with their disciples. In the south, the female general of the Nangong family attracted three Nascent Souls, and

With two disciples who have completed the foundation building period.

Now we can see their faces clearly. A female cultivator and the Nangong female general are standing together, smiling like best friends. They are wearing silk and neon clothes and fairy clothes. The clouds and mist shine, and the fairy clothes are chosen to fit well.

Her appearance is also around 70. Apart from being flat-chested and a Nascent Soul, she doesn’t have many characteristics. She is the kind of supporting actor who can’t be found at a singing and dancing party. In addition to being able to highlight Nangong next to her

Apart from her heroic appearance, the female general probably has no other uses. She is probably just a best friend...

However, there is a disciple next to her who has a more eye-catching appearance. He is only fourteen or fifteen years old. He has a pair of thin and long eyes, a face with melon seeds and a skin as white as snow. He is also wearing a brocade robe and a moon robe. He has a black hair and a crane crown, and he looks elegant.

His demeanor is that of a standard XXBOYS idol in the entertainment industry. People who don't like him may look like an awl, but people who like him may think, "Oh, ah, I'll die if I kiss and hug you." Anyway, he can

It is quite rare to be born with such a plastic surgery template face.

The other two Nascent Soul monks are probably twin brothers. They look very similar. They both have faces with Chinese characters and thick eyebrows. Their dressing style is also different from that of the Liguo monks. They are more fantasy-like, with fairy clothes and precious armors.

I couldn't tell whether they were Taoist priests or samurai at the moment. One was holding a sword and the other was holding a pestle. Judging from the brilliance, they were at least top-grade trash.

Behind them was a boy with wheat-colored skin. He was about the same age as Zhang Zhuo. He also had the same Chinese character face and thick eyebrows. Although he could not be said to be handsome, he was bright and energetic. He had broad shoulders and long legs, and a strong figure. He looked like he was not.

Extraordinary talent.

The monks who followed Nangong Maid in the future looked as usual and did not show any hatred towards Mo Zhushan. They were probably simply invited to fight swords.

"They challenge, we fight. You go out to fight in the order you were drawn. You can give it a try. If you are talented and your energy is not exhausted, I will fight for your life and send you out. Even if you lose, there is no telling.

If there are casual cultivators over there who appreciate you, there is no guarantee that they will accept you as a disciple." Yao Xuanzhou spoke calmly, and drew the lottery sticks in his hand to the disciples around him one by one.

These Foundation Establishment disciples also knew the seriousness of the matter and fell silent. After all, they also knew that what Yao Xuanzhou said was just comforting words. The casual cultivators came to join in the fun. Why should they forcefully save people and offend the Immortal Palace? And fall into the Immortal Palace and the rooftop.

In the hands of Shan, it would be easy to kill him immediately. The methods used by the Xian family to punish people are enough to stop a child from crying at night and scare him to death.

So in this lottery, if you catch someone, you will die, if you don’t, you will die.

After all, people are watching you from Mo Zhushan. It’s just a question of which one to kill first. It’s a dead end after all.

Either early death or late death is a death, and at most it only prolongs a little time. Maybe it can be delayed for a while, but it is just a thought after all.

After all, maybe a miracle will happen?

So no one of the disciples present refused, and they all drew lots silently.

We are all in the same boat, so Li Fan naturally went to draw a lot, "Nine".

Considering that there were about thirty people on board, this was considered a lottery.

Yao Xuanzhou glanced at Li Fan and said nothing. He did not take the lottery tube under the boat to draw the Yuan Xuan Bao Lu Qi and the others who were locked up. He was thinking that those on the deck would have a better chance of winning three games in a row.

, I still hope that after the fight is over, Immortal Palace can let these Zhushan erring disciples escape...

Li Fan didn't have time to think too much, because at this moment, Zhou Sheng had already thrown the Zhengui jade plate in his hand, and it expanded in mid-air, forming a flat jade platform, which was probably for those who couldn't fly and escape.

Foundation building disciples, this is the place for sword fighting competition.

"Mozhushan disciple Zheng Hua asks for advice!"

The Zaoyi disciple who got the number one shot up, raised his energy and stepped on the side, and jumped onto the jade board.

I have never dated Zheng Hua's senior brother Li Fan, and I don't know his background. He looks like a young man. If he was also sixteen years old when he was building the foundation, he should have been training in the realm of perfection for a while. He was so decisive.

Probably not weak, right?

There is no need to guess whoever is on the other side to fight. Of course, they have to ask those from Tiantai Mountain to make the first move.

"Go." Then Cijing, the nun with the white snake wrapped around her arm, pushed her hand and threw the strongman beside her onto the jade board.

"Yuan Lang from Tiantai Mountain is here to take your life!" The strongman used the power of pushing and turned his hands to pull out a pair of drum-beating golden hammers. Mount Tai pressed down on the top, and the two hammers hit Zheng Hua's head!

But then again, the disciple of this female nun is actually a strong man who is eight feet tall, has big arms and a thick waist, and is as strong as an ox. Is this really a disciple? Is he teaching Huanxi Zen or Fangzhongshu? Ahem...

In short, the pair of hammers were as big as pumpkins and covered with golden water. They looked as heavy as a stone and could not be caught. Zheng Hua immediately dodged sideways. At the same time, he struck with the bamboo sword in his hand and fired the Zhushan Sword Qi to attack from a distance.

But the strong man couldn't hit it with a pair of golden hammers, but instead he was poked with two holes by the sword energy. He was so angry that he aroused Xue Yong. His muscles exploded all over his body, and he became five points bigger. He swung the hammer.

The whistling wind angrily smashed the hammer. The whole body shone with golden light, and the strong wind stirred up could not even penetrate the sword energy, leaving only faint white marks on the muscles. He was actually practicing a body-hegemony technique.

Zheng Hua was not to be outdone. While using his right hand to draw the sword, he used his left hand to strike out various escape techniques to fight back. Sparks of all colors flew out for a while. The two of them were doing one move and the other. The fight was indistinguishable and extremely ugly.

I can’t stand looking at it…

No way, Li Fan just watched the cutscene for a long time, with flying swords, magic weapons, and sword energy, it was overwhelming and thrilling. As a result, after the two of you demonstrated it in real-time, the concentration of light and shadow particles was very low, and the frame actually dropped.

?That’s it? That’s it? That’s it?

"Xuan Tian's sword intention said, now host, can you understand my daily mood of teaching children to play with mud?"

Ah, I can really feel it.

It’s not that I dislike the level of Zheng Hua, a disciple of Mozhushan. It’s fair to say that in the foundation stage, he only has a little bit of blue, ahem, Zhenqi, and can use a few exquisite moves? Isn’t it just you and me?

It's just enough to delay the fight. If we fight longer, reinforcements may arrive, so there won't be any problem.

Yao Xuanzhou frowned as he watched from the side, while Zhou Sheng, not far away, looked calm and chatting and laughing with Ci Jing, forming a sharp contrast.

This week, Zhou Hao probably came to Mozhu Mountain to fight swords with ancient methods to delay time, and it was clear that he also had a back-up plan. So he didn't care about the fight in the field, and actually went to the south so generously.

, to meet the monks brought by the Nangong family, there was no fear that Mo Zhushan would be able to escape his grasp.

Seeing the two of them jumping back and forth, you doing one move and me doing the same for twenty times, Yao Zhenren suddenly said, "Don't delay, let's fight quickly."

The monks outside the field who originally had no interest in watching this low-level competition were stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but turn their heads to look at the jade platform.

So Zheng Hua, who was fighting with the strongman's double hammers using Zhushan swordsmanship, suddenly gave up on evading, drew back his sword, turned around violently, stepped on tiptoes, turned around, rushed back, and ran headlong into Yuan Langhuai

Here, the speed increases tenfold!

With this sudden change of moves, Yuan Lang couldn't even take back the two golden hammers in his hand. He didn't even react before his golden body was pierced by a sword!

And this is not over yet! Zheng Hua suddenly opened his mouth and roared, and sprayed out a stream of purple thunder from his mouth and nose! It blasted straight into the sword hole that was broken by the wooden sword!

Just listen to a series of crackling explosions! The purple electricity opened the way, and the sword struck behind. Zheng Hua actually merged his sword with his sword. The thunder sword clash directly blasted a blood hole in Yuan Lang's chest! He was almost dyed bloody.

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The thunderous sword fire was astonishingly powerful! With just one explosion of the sword, the huge Vajra warrior was completely blown into pieces! And the wooden sword in his hand exploded due to the excessive force of the sword breath!

"What a thief!" Cijing, a nun, screamed, pointed her hand, and the white snake in her hand shuttled like a white snake, and swept straight towards Zheng Hua! It grabbed Zheng Hua's neck in one bite!

But Zheng Hua actually roared with the same roar, his whole body flashed with purple lightning, and he abandoned his wooden sword. His hands were flashing with lightning, almost like sharp claws. He grabbed the white snake and pulled it, tearing the white snake into two pieces!

"Golden elixir realm!" "What!" Zhou Sheng and other monks were shocked, and then they all felt horrified.

Of course, it wasn't because they saw a Zhushan Foundation Establishment disciple in front of them suddenly rising to the Golden Elixir level that they got into chaos. After all, the elixir method of raising one's realm in a short time is not so rare these days, and I have heard of it.

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He was so surprised because the nun Cijing was beheaded.

Yes, just now, the moment when the white snake in her hand was torn to pieces, it was just a blink of an eye when the consciousness was created. A Yuanying died.

A blood line split from the lower part of the divine court. The whole person was cut flatly and divided into two pieces of white flesh. They fell from the air without saying a word, and their spiritual consciousness was instantly extinguished, and there was no more sound.

Yao Xuanzhou didn't care about the head, so he looked at Zhou Sheng coldly, stretched out his index finger and wiped the blood on the flying sword like a black feather in his left hand, "Next game."

The Zaoyi disciple who signed in and drew the second prize came out in response, and landed on the jade board covered with the flesh and blood of the strongman. He stood there with his neck bitten off and killed, but he was holding two white snakes in his hands, and the snake's body was already turned into blood.

Beside Zheng Lun, he drew his sword and worshiped with an expressionless face.
Chapter completed!