Unparalleled War Emperor

call out!

Less than half an hour later, a sound pierced the air, and then a middle-aged man appeared in the Qingxia Peak martial arts field. It was Song Zhengyang.

As soon as he appeared, he attracted everyone's attention.

"You all know the reason for this competition. The top ten disciples will not only receive many rewards, but also be qualified to enter the secret realm to practice. For the sake of fairness, this competition will be conducted by drawing lots to select the opponent. "

After Song Zhengyang arrived, he went straight to the point and said straight to the point: "Noisy."

boom!

As soon as Song Zhengyang's voice fell, the entire martial arts arena immediately became silent. No one was willing to go up to draw lots first, and they all looked sideways at Yun Yi.

It's just that Yun Yi's performance during this period was a little too scary.

Especially two days ago, he entered Cyanwood Peak alone and defeated two Earth Immortals in front of Mu Lingfeng. This was something they could not even imagine.

It can be said that no one wants to run into Yun Yi from the beginning.

Therefore, everyone is waiting for Yun Yi to draw lots first. Although the final result is the same, at least they are prepared for this.

Seeing this situation, Song Zhengyang looked a little unhappy, so he glanced at Yun Yi.

That look was like saying, what are you waiting for? Come here yet.

Yun Yi shrugged, feeling helpless about the situation. He could only walk up immediately and draw a lot from the restricted lot in front of Song Zhengyang.

There are three words [twenty-seven] written on it.

After Yun Yi finished drawing, he put the bamboo sticks in his hands aside and stepped back. At this time, other people came up to draw lots, and soon all the bamboo sticks in the bamboo tube were drawn out.

But they all put their lots in front of them with their backs turned, and no one dared to look at their bamboo lots.

"ah!"

Suddenly, a loud shout suddenly came to mind, and everyone followed the sound, only to see a nine-level immortal looking at the bamboo stick in his hand with tears on his face.

Then I saw a pitiful expression, which was pitiful.

"Haha, I am number 29, I don't have to fight Yun Yi anymore."

Just when everyone thought this person had drawn the number 28, this person suddenly laughed again. This guy didn't cry depressedly, but cried happily.

Is it really okay to gasp like this!

"Why am I so miserable?"

At this moment, the person who drew number 28 shouted. This person was also a ninth-level spiritual immortal. He originally had great hope of getting a spot.

But he didn't expect that he would get off to a bad start and draw Yun Yi directly.

He is a master who can even torture an earthly immortal. How can he beat a ninth-level spiritual immortal?

Lot 28 had appeared, and everyone else breathed a sigh of relief and quickly turned over their bamboo picks. After seeing the numbers on it, they felt like they were surviving a disaster.

"The drawing of lots is completed, now the competition begins. In order, No. 1 will fight against No. 2, No. 3 will fight against No. 4, and so on. After the top thirty are determined, lots will be drawn again."

Song Zhengyang was also a little amused. Who would have thought that Yun Yi's evil reputation was so powerful, and just a draw of lots would make these disciples look like an execution ground.

However, he can also understand the mood of these disciples.

With Yun Yi's strength, ordinary earth immortals are no match for him. The outer disciples like them are only half-step earth immortals with the highest cultivation level. If they encounter him, wouldn't they be looking for abuse?

"Elder, I have something to say."

At this moment, the man who drew the twenty-eighth lottery suddenly spoke.

"you say."

Song Zhengyang nodded, indicating that he could speak.

"Elder Song, can I abstain from voting?"

The man immediately said that he really didn't want to fight Yun Yi. Instead of waiting to be embarrassed later, he might as well abstain decisively, so that at least he would suffer less.

Anyway, when he met Yun Yi, he was destined to miss the secret realm, so he wouldn't waste that time.

"Can."

Song Zhengyang didn't expect that this guy was talking about this, but since it was a competition, he could abstain.

"Elder, he abstained, who should I fight with?"

Yun Yi scratched his head. Previously, Song Zhengyang said that No. 1 would fight against No. 2, No. 3 would fight against No. 4, and so on. Then he should fight against No. 28.

But if he abstained on the 28th, wouldn’t he become a loner?

"Time is limited, so there will be no byes. Your order will be postponed later. Therefore, you will fight against No. 29."

Song Zhengyang thought for a while and said.

Ga!

The person who drew number 29 fainted from anger when he heard Song Zhengyang's words.

Originally, he thought he had escaped, but he didn't expect that it would be his turn again.