The Great Demon Lord of Martial Arts

Immediately afterwards, under the arrangements of many deacons, all the sect disciples lined up in an orderly manner to receive their number plates.

They didn't dare to go overboard at all. They didn't want to leave a bad impression on the seniors above. It would be a pity to lose points in this regard.

Ji Chuan was in the middle of the queue, following the long queue, moving forward bit by bit.

Soon, Ji Chuan came to the box to draw the number plate. Just as he was about to draw the number plate, a familiar voice came into his ears.

Ji Chuan's eyes shrank, and he raised his head quietly, showing a scrutinizing gaze.

"Boy, the Blood Transformation Sect is not a good place for you, but you can participate in this competition. Come to me after the competition is over and I will choose a good place for you."

When Ji Chuan heard this familiar voice, he knew it was Mr. Yin's voice.

"Sound transmission through the air!"

Ji Chuan's heart was obviously shocked. Even though he had already thought that Mr. Yin was a martial arts master, he still underestimated him.

Ji Chuan glanced at Mr. Yin's position. At this time, he was squinting his eyes as if sleeping. No one knew what he was thinking.

It seems like a long time, but in fact it only lasts a moment.

No one in the field felt anything.

Seeing this, Ji Chuan smiled nonchalantly, reached into the box with his hand still in the air, took out a number plate, and stepped back.

Soon, collecting the number plate was over quickly.

"Okay, everyone has received their number plates, and now the competition officially begins."

A deacon stood up first and announced.

Then, he continued: "Let me announce the rules of the competition. In fact, the rules of the competition are very simple. The first is to catch and compete."

"For example, number one will fight against the last number, number 458, number two will fight against number 457, two by two, until all the battles are completed, and the first round of competition is over."

"Okay, now the competition officially begins."

"No. 1 versus No. 458, please come to the fighting stage."

When the deacon's voice sounded, two people walked out of the crowd. One look at their clothes and they knew they were outer disciples.

Obviously, the fight between the two was not interesting, which led to a lack of interest among everyone on the stage.

The two outer sect disciples used poor martial arts skills to kill each other without a trace of friendship.

Soon, the results came.

A horse-faced outer disciple won the victory, but the outer disciple in front of him was not so lucky and was lying in a pool of blood.

However, no one would look at him sympathetically, and the body immediately fell into a pool of blood and was dragged away.

No one thought that this horse-faced outer sect disciple was too much, but took it for granted, because only in this way can one survive in the Demon Sect.

"In the first game, number one wins."

The first game took less than three minutes.

Immediately afterwards, the second game followed.

"The second game, No. 2 versus No. 457."

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The battles continue one after another, and in each battle there are always people killed or injured. I am afraid that this battle will cause a lot of casualties.

The fighting stage had already been dyed red with scarlet blood, and looked particularly eerie in the rising sunlight.

Ji Chuan has been observing the fight on the stage and can learn a lot from it, including vicious moves and difficult martial arts.

Ji Chuan is constantly absorbing and enhancing his experience and abilities.

Suddenly, the disciples in the field made Ji Chuan hold his breath and focus on the stage.

Just as Ji Chuan was staring at the stage, a gaze from the stage followed as if it were real and shot directly at Ji Chuan.

Facing this compelling look, Ji Chuan smiled.

At this time, standing in the field was Mu Jue, whom he had just met not long ago.

In the field, Mu Jue sneered, but the outer disciple opposite him felt a little uneasy. After all, he was an inner disciple.

The next moment, Mu Jue's left hand touched the handle of the knife, which was as black as ink.

Suddenly, a bright light flashed, and everyone felt their eyes blurred.

"boom!"

The outer disciple didn't even prepare, and he fell to the ground with his eyes wide open.

It is estimated that the outer disciple never thought until his death that even if the opponent was an inner disciple, the gap would not be so big. He didn't even pull out his weapon.

The outer disciple fell to the ground, blood gurgling from his throat, but no one cared about him.

All eyes were focused on Mu Jue, he was the protagonist at this time.

"This move seems to touch the artistic conception. It's amazing that the acquired realm can actually touch the threshold of the artistic conception." The elder of the Blood Transformation Sect, who had always been lacking in interest, finally sat up straight, his eyes fixed on Mu Jue for a moment, and he said Tut tut praise.

Although the sect leaders and elders of the Tongtian Demon Sect next to them didn't quite understand what the artistic conception was, seeing that the elders of the Huaxue Sect were so impressed, it seemed like it was something extraordinary.

Thinking this, they turned to Mu Jue with curiosity in their eyes.

"Hey, don't be embarrassed by the fart's artistic conception." Old Yin, who had been squinting, opened his eyes at this time, glanced at the Blood Transformation Sect elder with contempt, and said mockingly.

"Forehead!"

At this time, the elder of Huaxue Sect was stunned for a moment after being told that, UU Reading www.uukanshu.net had no idea what was going on.

However, he did not dare to refute at all.

I had no choice but to stand up and apologize to Mr. Yin, and humbly asked for advice: "Senior Yin, that disciple just now has indeed touched the threshold of the artistic conception. It should be the artistic conception of death."

"Huh, that's just a self-harming move, and the so-called artistic conception is also caused by the overbearing move."

Mr. Yin had a look of disdain on his face, obviously not agreeing with Lao Shizi's artistic conception, but he also explained it.

The elder of Huaxue Sect was still in a daze, and he still didn't understand what was going on, but it was not his fault. It was not normal in this realm.

"Don't think about it. You won't be able to figure it out even if you break your head."

Seeing this, Mr. Yin had a look of disgust on his face and waved his hand, telling the Blood Hua Sect elder to leave directly.

"Yes, senior!"

In desperation, the elder of Huaxue Sect had no choice but to continue watching the competition, but after Mr. Yin's advice, his interest in Mu Jue dropped a lot.

He was taller than a short man. Even though Mu Jue's value was much lower, the sword was still amazing and made him look at him with admiration.

"It should be a bloody knife attack. I didn't expect this thing to be passed down. But I'm afraid this kid is going to die soon. My old man has no ability to save him."

Mr. Yin continued to squint his eyes, a hint of pity flashed vaguely in his eyes, and thought to himself.

Mu Jue in the field didn't know these things, and even if he knew, he wouldn't care.

Now, all he cares about is Ji Chuan.

Because Ji Chuan is his only hope.

Mu Jue came to the edge of the martial arts platform, jumped off the martial arts platform, and walked straight towards Ji Chuan's position.

On the stage, the competition continues.

However, Ji Chuan and Mu Jue looked at each other and smiled at each other.