Each disciple is not simple

The leader was speaking on the stage, and the disciples below had their eyes sparkling even under the scorching sun.

After all, so many of the sect’s high-ranking officials are people they rarely see.

If you perform well, is it possible that you will be favored by others directly?

Among the group of active disciples, there was a group that was particularly slack and seemed a bit out of place.

The sun was so scorching that Mu Feng, who was very clever, pulled his fellow disciples and stood at the end of the Tai Shang Sect team, which was the only good place with a few big trees to provide shade.

"Senior sister, don't be so nervous! There are so many people here, who would care about us?"

Seeing Jun Moyao standing straight and uncomfortably, Mu Feng, who was leaning against a big tree and not looking right, couldn't help but joke.

This Jun Moyao is just an old stubborn person!

He no longer had any Feng Aotian filter for Jun Moyao. Perhaps because he was too familiar with her, he spoke more freely.

Just now, Jun Moyao was unwilling to go to the end of the team.

In her eyes, no matter what kind of event it is, one should stand at the front to show one's enthusiasm and spirit as a disciple, rather than just idling away at the back.

but……

A hint of embarrassment flashed across Jun Moyao's face.

To be honest, it was a bit uncomfortable to be under the scorching sun.

Although he said he objected and disagreed, his body was still shamefully pulled over by Mu Feng.

Jun Moyao didn't know that this was Mingjia's charm, which had subtly influenced everyone.

Mu Feng knew that he couldn't persuade his stubborn senior sister, so he turned around and saw Su Tianyue who was looking around.

"Junior sister, what are you looking for?" Mu Feng asked jokingly.

Su Tianyue blushed, "Nothing... nothing..."

Mu Feng noticed something. A gossipy look immediately appeared on his face, "What are you hiding from me, brother? Tell me, do you have a crush on someone?"

"Oh! Second Brother!" Su Tianyue felt even more embarrassed.

"It seems to be true!" Mu Feng's eyes lit up, "Which peak is he from? Do I know him? Have I seen him before? Well, little sister, you are actually dating secretly behind our backs!"

"The relationship hasn't been confirmed yet!" Su Tianyue bit her rosy lips, "He is not a disciple of the Supreme Sect."

Thinking of Shui Xiao who had been chatting with her in the woods yesterday, Su Tianyue's face showed a bit of sweetness.

"You're still embarrassed!" Mu Feng said with a smile, "I remember you weren't like this when you just woke up."

At that time, I would strike up a conversation with everyone I met and even ask him if he had a boyfriend or not. This made him so proud!

"You don't understand!" Su Tianyue said seriously, "At that time I thought I was dreaming. Who wouldn't let go of their nature in a dream?"

Makes sense!

Mu Feng was unable to refute.

The two of them were joking around, and Chi Yan, who had distanced himself from them, actually stayed in the team obediently.

It seemed that the other three people excluded Chiyan, but in fact it was Chiyan who isolated the others by himself.

Mu Feng and Su Tianyue took the initiative to talk to him, but the other party was unwilling to even look at them.

Su Tianyue and Mu Feng ignored him.

After all, no one wants to be treated coldly.

No matter which world, leaders' speeches are long and hypnotic.

Mu Feng felt like he was listening to a lullaby and was drowsy.

Xuanji spotted those weirdos in her own sect at a glance!

"Keep an eye on your disciples! Everyone is watching us!"

From the stands, every disciple's move can be seen clearly.

It's like when the teacher is sitting on the podium during class and can see everything clearly, but the students think they are being covert, but in fact the teacher just doesn't want to expose them.

However, Xuanji did not get a response.

He could only look at Mingjia.

Ah——

It is true that a master is like his disciple!

Mingjia drew a pair of lifelike eyes directly on her eyelids! At this time, she was already sleeping soundly!

Qu Hongxiao on the opposite side had already revealed several knowing smiles when looking at Mingjia.

No one gives him any peace of mind!

Xuanji wondered again why Mingjia gave him this miserable position of the head of the sect back!

"...I hope all the disciples will try their best to win the championship!" After Bu Hui finished speaking, the sect competition was finally about to begin!

There are six sects, and each sect sent out twenty disciples. If it were a one-on-one competition, I'm afraid the preliminary round would take several days and nights to finish.

Therefore, the preliminary round is in the form of a free-for-all.

A random draw will be conducted, with ten disciples forming a ring. Only two champions from each ring will advance, and all others will be eliminated.

This is a great test of luck and strength.

The six major sects all have their own famous and powerful disciples. If there are multiple seeded players from the same sect on the same stage, then you can only consider yourself unlucky!

Xuanji waved her long sleeves, and the bamboo slips representing the arena numbers hovered in the air in a disorderly manner, waiting for the disciples to take them.

An invisibility spell was cast on the bamboo slips, and the numbers on them could only be seen when they were held in the hands.

Compared to the others who were eager to try, the four people from Chijianfeng were not in a hurry. When they reached the front, there were not many bamboo slips left.

Everyone has a number, why fight for it?

Mu Feng expressed his incomprehension.

It’s just like taking a modern train, where everyone has seat numbers and when checking tickets everyone scrambles for seats as if they were trying to grab a seat.

The halo of the bamboo slips in his hand dissipated, and Mu Feng saw that his number was Arena No. 10.

"Senior Sister, what's your number?" It would be great if I could curry favor with someone so senior!

Jun Moyao turned the bamboo slip over to show him: Arena No. 3.

"Oh! What a pity!" Mu Feng sighed.

"I'm the last one in the ring, number twelve."

Looking at Su Tianyue's excited look, Mu Feng couldn't help but patted her shoulder.

Silly boy! What's so exciting about getting beaten?

"Junior sister, it's not shameful to admit defeat, but it's the end if you lose your life." He said earnestly. After all, on this stage, even if you accidentally lose your hand, it is still within the reasonable range!

"I know!" Su Tianyue nodded vigorously.

But she didn't think she would lose!

Looking back at Chi Yan, he had already turned around and went to the No. 8 ring.

It seems that none of the four of them encountered each other.

After being divided into groups, it only took a cup of tea for all the disciples to stand on the stage, ready to go.

The preliminary round is a stage where the strong will be eliminated, and it won’t be very exciting. After all, in terms of talent, players with higher cultivation still have an advantage.

If you feel that this melee system is unfair, then may I ask, will the enemies also appear based on their strength?

Monks are not flowers raised in a greenhouse, but hawks that need to compete with the sky!

Without experiencing the hardships of life and death, there is no chance to see the truth. Without being crushed by the realm, there will be no great desire to become stronger!

"…Those who fall off the stage or lose their fighting power are eliminated. The stage ends when there are less than two people left on the stage! Do you understand?"