Eternal Gate

When Zhao Yun returned to his seat, Yun Yan was still flipping through the ancient books. He didn't know if it was really studious or too boring... to find something to do, but he didn't care about Taibi, but Mu Qinghan, every battle She didn't even pull it down. After all, she might encounter something next, knowing oneself and one another!

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

Seeing it, Zhao Yun wanted to run away.

She is Linglong, the number one apprentice in the world.

Her arrival attracted the attention of the audience. Many elders stood up and gave a salute. Although her age was not good, her exquisite seniority crushed the audience. Who made her a disciple of Hongyuan? Where is the child?

Linglong waved her hand and sat beside Yunyan.

Zhao Yun only felt unnatural, got up and left, was dragged back by Linglong, "Where to go."

"I'm urinating." Zhao Yun smiled.

"Take Ziyu out and show me." Linglong stretched out her hand.

Zhao Yun was also obedient, took it out, thinking about leaving.

Linglong didn't let it go, holding the purple jade in one hand and looking at him, while holding him in the other, "Where did I meet Chu Lan."

"Border." Zhao Yun sat peacefully.

"Why, have you been on the battlefield?" Linglong smiled at Zhao Yun.

"When I went, it was over." Being stared at by Linglong, Zhao Yun was really urgency.

"Have you seen me somewhere?" Linglong smiled and looked at Zhao Yun without squinting.

Zhao Yun's head was swaying like a rattle.

Some things can't be admitted randomly, it doesn't matter if one nods, it is likely to be guessed.

He has to carry all the sins made by the Moon God, such as: playing with Linglong.

Linglong smiled, and finally let go of Zhao Yun, and the piece of purple jade was also handed over, "Chu Wushuang is not easy to provoke. Give the purple jade to her privately to avoid unnecessary trouble in the future."

"Uh."

Zhao Yun nodded, then picked up Ziyu again.

The female marshal gave it to him, why did it give it to Chu Wushuang, this is a treasure.

"Don't scare him, he wants to be the first." Yunyan said leisurely.

"You won the first place, you are a master, are there any rewards?" Linglong also took the ancient book.

"Take a strip. Dancing!"

"very good."

A peak master of Zizhu, a disciple of Hongyuan, also have enough leisure time, you talk to me, chat so fresh and refined, it caused Zhao Yun to squint, this is obviously for him, obviously Where are you taking him?

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

Zhao Yun disagrees, it is more real to reward him with a little baby than dancing.

boom! boom! boom!

Some people chat, some fight.

The battle on the stage was full of enthusiasm, and the shouts continued, and the applause was also one by one.

Mu Zhaoxue won and advanced smoothly.

After that, it was Sikong Jiannan's guy, with a graceful body, and stepped onto the stage, causing a lot of female disciples to make waves. That guy is really handsome, there must be a ex-girlfriend within a hundred miles, not just for fun. The son's, plus the ancestral secret technique of making girls, one by one.

It was a female disciple who was fighting against her, and she was a little bit shy when watching Jiannan.

"Sister, look pretty watery!"

Sikong Jiannan shook his folding fan lightly, smiling like a spring breeze.

"The old man pinches and counts, he is teasing his sister."

"Jiannan was not called for nothing."

Many old guys stroked their beards, spoke earnestly, and took the time to glance at Mu Zhaoxue. The girl's eyes were a little angry, and it was quite a sign of madness.

"I surrender."

The female disciple blushed and she really stepped down.

The whole audience chattered.

Even Zhao Yun gave a thumbs up secretly, it's good to be handsome!

The female disciple stepped down, but Mu Zhaoxue took the stage. Sikong Jiannan, who was still shaking the folding fan, had his ears twisted. You really are a fraternity master! Do you dare to sult others here, what do you mean, you still want to go to bed at night to talk about your ideals in life?

"It hurts."

"Let you not remember."

"Tonight, sleepwear you."

"Old way, you have two good disciples!"

Many elders looked at the masters of Jiannan and Zhaoxue.

The old man was embarrassed with laughter, and when there was a big scene, there was always a young couple who would fight.

Sikong Jiannan went down.

At this point, the first half of the first round was over.

Of the 109 disciples, including the bye of Youlan, fifty-five were promoted, and the remaining fifty-four needed to play in the resurrection match and duel, and only 27 were promoted.

"The disciples of the wild card, come to the stage to draw lots."

Wu Xuantong stretched his waist and gave a yawn by the way.

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

"It's easy to say." Zhao Yun got up and walked down. As far as he was concerned, the recurring match was the same for anyone.

"Tian Ling Ling Ling Ling, let me draw Ji Hen."

Just before he took the stage, Zhao Yun heard the sound of prayer, all babbling.

Qing Yao listened to them and silently mourned for them, and drawing Zhao Yun was no different from drawing Chu Wushuang.

"Think of me as a soft persimmon." Zhao Yun sighed in his heart and lined up.

I also blame him for hiding well. If he reveals his strength early, I am afraid that no one will make him happy.

Fifty-four people filed forward and each took the jade medal.

There were no fourteen jade medals, and they were hung on the wall. You can tell who your opponent is.

Zhao Yun glanced casually, oops...Han Ming.

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

Wu Xuantong said something casually, and then sat down, not interested in the resurrection match.

"You got the draw to sign."

When many disciples stepped down, they also looked at Han Ming.

The corner of Han Ming's mouth was filled with smiles. The first time he drew the lottery, Chu Wushuang was drawn. It was his bad luck. This time, luck seemed to have returned, and he drew the weakest one. God has eyes!

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

There are grievances with Han Ming, and it is Han Ming's share to suppress his Zhao family.

lb! Clang! when!

The crowd just stepped down, and the battle started on the stage. It was Yan Kang and a young man in a white robe.

Enough to fight.

This is the resurrection match. If you lose or you are eliminated, you don't have any hands left.

In terms of normal combat power, Yan Kang is stronger than the white-robed youth.

However, in the previous battle between Yan Kang and Huadu, the injuries were too severe and the time was too short to recover. They were injured and challenged. They couldn't even use normal combat power. Looking back at the white-robed youth on the opposite side, the first battle was straightforward. Those who abstained saved their strength, and Yan Kang defeated all the way.

what....!

Yan Kang roared and tried his best to resist.

what a pity! No matter how loud the howl was, it was useless. It couldn't stop the attack. He coughed up blood frequently, was seized by the opponent, bombarded wildly, and knocked the goods... off the platform in one breath.

Yan Kang fainted again.

Again, this cargo was unsuccessful.

call!

The white-robed youth breathed a sigh of relief, and was the first to advance in the Wild Card Game.

"Come."

Yu Wenhao yelled, and stepped onto the battle platform.

The opponent is a mediocre disciple, the one who abstained in the first round.

However, after the start of the war, he realized that his combat power was extraordinary, at least not comparable to Yuwenhao.

"Damn, he hides his strength."

Yu Wenhao gritted his teeth, only to find out after he really fought, but he couldn't do the opponent.

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

Hey!

Master Yu Wenhao sighed.

This apprentice is really a waste! Entered the Tianzong, played three games, Yanwutai lost to Ji Hen, today lost to Qing Yao, and was hammered again in the third game. What a shame to him!

Yu Wenhao was defeated, and someone took the stage.

Don't talk nonsense, start the battle on the spot, don't want to be eliminated, just go to death.

Zhao Yun waited with his hand in hand, waiting for Han Ming to come on the court.

"Little Junior Brother, I have confidence." Mu Qinghan asked with concern.

"It's kind of." Zhao Yun said implicitly.

"I heard that Han Ming's master taught him a good secret method, you must be careful."

"Understand." Zhao Yun nodded with a smile.

A good secret method depends on who uses it.

The background is not enough, even if there is a fairy method, it can't use it.

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

"I run fast." Zhao Yun's answer was still very pertinent, making Linglong amused.

"If you can't beat, you will fight, if you can't beat, you will step down."

Yun Yan reminded him that she didn't want her disciple to be maimed on the battlefield.

Zhao Yun nodded with a smile.

puff!

While talking, one was defeated, and the other was promoted as he wished.

Yin Hun then took the stage. He lost Lin Xie in the first round by half a move and suffered a lot of injury, but he has a solid background. The disciples in the resurrection match can be ranked in the top three in combat power. Even if he is seriously injured, he can win.

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

"You, wait for me."

When Yin Hun stepped down, he was watching Lin Xie.

He also advanced, and there was a chance to fight Lin Xie later.

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

Lin Xie glanced, the young master of the Tianyang clan was still very rigid.

"it is good."

Constantly shouting, every time I see a wonderful match, I will cry out.

Even in the resurrection match, the atmosphere is also warm, matching today's crowded scene.

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

Wu Xuantong's sentence was a bit muddled.

Especially when the word Ji Hen was called, the word bite was very heavy, for fear that others would not hear it.

"coming."

Most of the spectators have sat upright, especially the old disciples who are most interested.

In the previous retreat, I couldn't see Zhao Yun show off his power in the performance of Wutai. Now I have to take a good look and see how the wrestling is. Can I really be disabled? They don't believe it.

"Yuan Miao lost to Ji Hen, and Han Ming is also hanging."

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

"I knew that Ji Hen could throw people, so it would be good if I didn't get close."

Before the war started, the discussion had started, and it was so lively.

"It's so careless."

Mu Qinghan exhorted Zhao Yun.

Zhao Yun smiled, stepped onto the battlefield, flexing his wrists, and smashing people later.

Whoosh!

Han Ming arrived afterwards, and at first glance it was full.

This servant came from Tianzong, and it has indeed become extraordinary. At least Zhao Yun thinks that, his master is also competent enough to use some kind of secret treasure or spiritual liquid to refine Han Ming's body. Watch him It is clear from the qi and blood, there are a lot of essence, and a lot of surging, which is quite deep.

"I already know your style of play." Han Ming smiled quietly.

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

"So you have to lose."

"That's hard to say."

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