The cannon fodder beauty in the book is attached to the demon lord villain

The day flies by.

Early the next morning.

The arena was filled with people again.

Ming Shuangshuang was not present.

Qingyun, Lingxi, Youhuang and Ziyuan also did not leave Xunfangyuan.

Only Li Mi appeared at the viewing platform of Baiyin Pavilion, accompanied by Tong Guoguo who was smiling like a crazy girl.

When Sikong Wuhui and the disciples of Feisheng Sect arrived at the arena, the disciples of Shengyang Academy had been waiting for a long time.

"Hahaha, sorry, I'm late."

"Dean Gu, shall we start now?"

"How many games will there be today?" Sikong Wuhui laughed and asked loudly.

Fang Yao and Su Feixia, who were following behind Sikong Wuhui, both looked high-spirited and confident.

Although Jing Cong is a bit low-key, his every move reveals a sense of indifference and superiority.

The disciples following behind them also looked eager to try.

Gu Tianya nodded without commenting, "There will be ten matches today, and the remaining five will continue tomorrow."

Sikong Wuhui grinned, "Yes."

Gu Tianya looked coldly at the crowd and nodded at Jiang Qin and Gu Yun.

Gu Yun bowed to Gu Tianya and his group, then turned to look at the participating disciples from Shengyang College.

He spoke in a loud voice, "The competition is about to begin. Please come on stage, all participating disciples."

Gu Yun raised his hand, and immediately ten disciples stood up from the waiting platform and flew onto the competition stage.

Luo Bingdie, Fang Chong, Mu Xinglan and Ling Fanxiao, who had participated in the competition yesterday, did not leave.

When Xiao Chenyuan, Xiao Xingchen, Ye Changsheng, Gu Ziqing and others arrived at the arena, the disciples from Shengyang Academy who were ready to fight were already ready.

Ye Changsheng raised his eyes and took a look. All the disciples of Shengyang College on the stage were wearing the same uniform for inner disciples.

Among them, many are familiar faces.

Looking for Xuan Yingyi and Xiao Lingyu who bought the hair growth pill from him.

Dongfang Jian, whom I had met several times in Mobei City.

Shui Yuze and Shui Linglong had a dispute in the gambling stone field.

During the entrance test of Shengyang College, he had met Ouyang Wuji once.

Also, there was Tan Xun, with whom he had had some interactions in Bao City.

Ye Changsheng didn’t know the other three disciples, but judging from their cultivation levels, they were all above martial artists.

On the viewing platform.

Fang Yao narrowed his eyes and swept his gaze across the ten competition platforms.

The upward curve of the lips became bigger and bigger.

He lifted his skirt and flew onto the first competition stage.

"Fang Yao from Feisheng Sect stepped up to fight."

"One against ten."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Yao took the lead in attacking, and his moves were swift and fierce.

The first disciple on the stage was Shui Yuze, a martial arts master of the eighth level.

Shui Yuze was a gentle person who always held back, and soon revealed his flaws.

In less than half an incense stick of time, Fang Yao found an opportunity and kicked him off the stage.

A strange smile appeared on Fang Yao's lips. He passed the second, third, fourth... stage and went straight to the tenth platform.

Soon, three more disciples vomited blood and fell from the stage.

On the waiting platform, the cheers and shouts gradually faded away.

Voices of contempt and accusation began to rise.

Suddenly, the crowd was furious.

On the viewing platform.

Gu Tianya frowned and looked at Sikong Wuhui, "Master Sikong, what do you mean by this?"

Sikong Wuhui smiled indifferently, "Young people are full of youthful vigor. They must fight ten people with one."

"As a master, I can't discourage my disciples' enthusiasm, right?"

Sikong Wuhui spread his hands helplessly, his eyes full of pride.

It perfectly demonstrates the meaning of saying one thing and thinking another.

Gu Tianya narrowed his eyes and turned to look at Gu Zhantian, who was standing aside with his arms folded and already looking angry.

"Zhantian, why did the two disciples you accepted this year flee from the battlefield?"

Gu Zhantian: “…”