Eternal gate

When Zhao Yun returned to his seat, Yun Yan was still looking through ancient books. He didn't know whether he was really eager to learn or just too bored... He wanted to find something to do and was not interested in the competition. Mu Qinghan, on the other hand, was always interested in every battle. She didn't hold him back. After all, she might encounter something next, so know yourself and know the enemy!

"Come, sit over there." A beautiful figure came over and pushed Zhao Yun.

Seeing this, Zhao Yun wanted to run away.

He is Linglong, the best disciple in the world.

Her arrival attracted the attention of the entire audience. Many elders stood up and bowed in the air. Although they were not far apart in age, Linglong's seniority overwhelmed the entire audience. Who knew she was Hongyuan's disciple? Where is your son?

Linglong waved her hand and sat next to Yun Yan.

Zhao Yun felt unnatural all over, and stood up to leave, but was pulled back by Linglong, "Where are we going?"

"I need to pee." Zhao Yun smiled.

"Take out the purple jade and show it to me." Linglong stretched out her hand.

Zhao Yun also obeyed and took it out with a flick of his hand, still thinking about leaving.

Linglong didn't let go, holding the purple jade in one hand to look at, and pulling him with the other, "Where did you meet Chu Lan?"

"Border." Zhao Yun sat calmly.

"What, you've been on the battlefield?" Linglong looked at Zhao Yun with a smile.

"When I went there, the fight was over." Zhao Yunzhen felt a little anxious when Linglong stared at him.

"Have you and I seen each other before?" Linglong's smile was still there and she looked at Zhao Yun intently.

Zhao Yun's head shook like a rattle.

You can't admit certain things randomly. It doesn't matter if you just nod your head, it's likely to be guessed.

He has to bear all the sins that the Moon God has done, such as: Tiao. Playing with Linglong.

Linglong smiled, finally let go of Zhao Yun, and handed over the piece of purple jade, "Chu Wushuang is not someone to be trifled with. I will give the purple jade to her privately to avoid unnecessary trouble in the future."

"Well."

Zhao Yun nodded and took another purple jade.

The handsome girl gave it to him, why should she give it to Chu Wushuang? This is a treasure.

"Don't scare him, he wants to take first place." Yun Yan said leisurely.

"For taking first place, as a master, do you get any reward?" Linglong also took the ancient book.

"Let's do a strip dance!"

"Good."

A master of Zizhu Peak and a disciple of Hongyuan, they also have enough leisure time. They talk to each other in such a fresh and refined manner that it made Zhao Yun squint. This was obviously meant for him. It was obviously meant for him. Why are you trying to use him?

Mu Qinghan on one side just covered his mouth and snickered.

Zhao Yun disagreed. Rather than dancing, it would be more practical to reward him with some treasures.

boom! boom! boom!

Some are chatting and some are fighting.

The battle on the stage was in full swing, with constant cheers and applause.

Mu Zhaoxue won and was successfully promoted.

Then, there was that guy Sikong Jiannan, who came on stage with graceful movements and made many female disciples look at him. That guy was really handsome. There must be an ex-girlfriend within a hundred miles. No kidding. Of course, coupled with the ancestral secret technique of seducing girls, you will be sure to get it right every time.

The one he was fighting against was a female disciple, who was still a little shy when looking at Jiannan.

"Sister, you look so pretty!"

Sikong Jiannan gently waved his folding fan, his smile making people feel like a spring breeze.

"I counted with my fingers and found out that he was flirting with me."

"Jiannan is not called for nothing."

Many old guys smoothed their beards and spoke with sincerity. They took the time to glance at Mu Zhaoxue. The girl's eyes were a little angry, and there were already signs of going crazy.

"I surrender."

The female disciple blushed and really stepped down.

The whole audience was chattering.

Even Zhao Yun secretly gave him a thumbs up. Being handsome has its benefits!

The female disciple stepped down, but Mu Zhaoxue came on stage. Sikong Jiannan, who was still shaking the folding fan, had his ears twisted. You are really a philanthropic master! Mom, you still dare to flirt with me here. What do you mean? You still want to go to bed with someone at night and talk about your life ideals?

"It hurts."

"It makes you lose your memory."

"I'll sleep with you tonight."

"Old Taoist, you have two good disciples!"

Many elders looked at Jiannan and Zhaoxue's masters.

The old man laughed so awkwardly that whenever there was a big occasion, there would always be a fight between the young couple.

Sikong Jiannan went south.

At this point, the first half of the first round has come to an end.

Of the one hundred and nine disciples, including Youlan who had a bye, fifty-five were promoted, and the remaining fifty-four had to compete in the resurrection match. In a two-by-two duel, there were only twenty-seven promotion places.

"Disciples of the Resurrection Tournament, come on stage to draw lots."

Wu Xuantong stretched and yawned as a gift.

"Draw a good lot." Mu Qinghan smiled and patted Zhao Yun.

"Easy to say." Zhao Yun stood up and walked down. For him, it was the same for anyone in the resurrection match.

"Tian Lingling and Earth Lingling, let me draw Ji Hen."

As soon as he took the stage, Zhao Yun heard the sound of prayers, and everyone was in awe.

Qingyao listened and silently mourned for them. Drawing Zhao Yun was no different from drawing Chu Wushuang.

"They all treat me like a weakling." Zhao Yun sighed in his heart and lined up to step forward.

It's also because he hid it well. If his strength were exposed early, no one would take advantage of him for fun.

Fifty-four people filed forward and each received a jade plaque.

There are fourteen jade tablets hanging on the wall. You can tell who is whose opponent at a glance.

Zhao Yun glanced at it casually, hey... Han Ming.

"Yuen Long and Gu Miao stayed to fight, while the others stepped down."

Wu Xuantong said casually and found a place to sit down, not interested in the Easter match.

"You got the top pick."

Many disciples looked at Han Ming when they came off the stage.

Han Ming's mouth was full of smiles. The first time he drew lots, Chu Wushuang was drawn. It was because he was unlucky. This time, luck seemed to have returned, and the weakest one was drawn. God has eyes!

"God has eyes!" Zhao Yun also sighed privately.

There is also a grudge against Han Ming, and Han Ming is also responsible for suppressing his Zhao family.

pound! Sonorous! when!

As soon as everyone stepped off the stage, a fight broke out between Yan Kang and a young man in white robes.

The fight was hot enough.

This is the resurrection match. If you lose, you will be eliminated. No one will hold anything back.

In terms of normal combat strength, Yan Kang is stronger than the young man in white robe.

However, in the previous battle between Yan Kang and Huadu, he was too seriously injured and the time was too short to recover. He fought with his injuries and could not even use his normal combat power. On the other hand, the young man in white robe on the opposite side was directly injured in the first battle. Those who abstained retained their strength, and Yan Kang was defeated all the way.

ah....!

Yan Kang roared and tried his best to resist.

such a pity! No matter how loud he howled, it was useless. He couldn't stop the attack. He coughed up blood frequently. His opponent seized the opportunity and bombarded him wildly. He knocked this guy off the battlefield in one breath.

Yan Kang fainted again.

Once again, this guy failed to show off.

call!

The young man in white robe breathed a sigh of relief. He was the first to advance in the Easter competition.

"Come."

Yu Wenhao shouted loudly and stepped onto the fighting platform.

The opponent was a mediocre disciple, the kind who gave up in the first round.

However, after the war, it was discovered that his combat power was extraordinary, at least not comparable to that of Yu Wenhao.

"Damn it, he hid his strength."

Yu Wenhao gritted his teeth, and only after a real fight did he realize that he couldn't defeat the opponent.

If you can't do it, you have to be eliminated and prove with your strength...that you really can't do it.

Why!

Master Yu Wenhao sighed.

This disciple is really a waste! After joining the Tianzong, he fought three games. He lost to Ji Hen in the martial arts stage. Today he lost to Qingyao. In the third game, he was beaten again. How embarrassing for him!

Yu Wenhao fell, and someone else took the stage.

Without saying any nonsense, we started fighting on the spot. If we didn’t want to be eliminated, we fought to the death.

Zhao Yun held his hands and waited, waiting to hit Han Ming.

"Junior brother, do you have confidence?" Mu Qinghan asked with concern.

"A little bit." Zhao Yun said implicitly.

"I heard that Han Ming's master taught him a great secret technique, so be careful."

"Understood." Zhao Yun nodded with a smile.

A good secret technique also depends on who uses it.

If the foundation is not enough, even if there is an immortal method, it will not be able to exert its power.

"In addition to throwing people, you also know other secret skills." Linglong said leisurely.

"I run fast." Zhao Yun's answer was quite pertinent and made Linglong laugh.

"If you can win, fight. If you can't, then step down."

Yun Yan warned, not wanting her disciple to be maimed on the battlefield.

Zhao Yun smiled and nodded.

puff!

While talking, one person has been defeated, and another person has advanced as expected.

Yin Hun then took the stage. He lost half a move to Lin Xie in the first round and was badly injured. However, he had a strong foundation and his disciples in the resurrection competition were among the top three in combat power. Even if he was seriously injured, he could still win.

As Zhao Yun expected, he defeated his opponent in less than ten rounds.

"You, wait for me."

When Yin Hun came off the stage, he was looking at Lin Xie.

He has also advanced and will have a chance to fight Lin Xie later.

"If you don't accept it, I'll beat you again."

Lin Xie took a glance and saw that the young master of the Tianyang Clan was still very strong.

"good."

There are constant shouts and shouts, and every time I see a wonderful showdown, I will howl.

Even though it was an Easter match, the atmosphere was warm, befitting today's crowded scene.

"Han Ming, Ji Hen, come on stage."

Wu Xuantong's words were a bit arrogant.

Especially when calling Ji Hen, the wording is very strong, for fear that others will not hear it.

"coming."

Many of the spectators had sat up straight, especially the old disciples who were the most interested.

I was in seclusion before, but I couldn't see Zhao Yun show off his prowess on the martial arts stage. Now I have to take a closer look and see how he throws people. Can he really beat someone to a disability? They didn't quite believe it.

"Yuan Miao was defeated by Ji Hen, and Han Ming was also defeated."

"That's hard to say. Master Han Ming taught him a powerful secret technique."

"If I had known that Ji Hen could throw someone, it would have been better if he didn't get close."

Before the war started, discussions started, and it was very lively.

"Don't be careless."

Mu Qinghan gave Zhao Yun instructions.

Zhao Yun smiled and stepped onto the fighting platform, flexing his wrists to throw someone down later.

Whoosh!

Han Ming arrived shortly afterwards, and at first glance he looked quite impressive.

This guy has indeed become extraordinary since he came to Tianzong. At least that's what Zhao Yun thinks. His master is also competent enough. He should have used some kind of secret treasure or spiritual liquid to refine Han Ming's body. Look at him. You will know from the qi and blood that it is quite refined and surging, and it has a lot of foundation.

"I'm already familiar with your fighting style." Han Ming smiled faintly.

"So?" Zhao Yun's smile was brighter than this guy's.

"So you're going to lose."

"That's hard to say."

Zhao Yun not only moved his wrists, but also twisted his neck.