After a short silence, the audience burst out with harsh cheers.
Those small school practitioners and San Xiu were all excited. They didn't expect that poetic rhyme had such strength.
In contrast, the people of Liangyi sword sect are extremely ugly and uncomfortable.
The elder judge flashed over, took a deep look at the rhyme of the poem, and said in a loud voice: "the rhyme of the poem wins!"
Shiyun nods indifferently and returns to Ning Xiaolei and others.
"Yun'er, don't be angry. That kind of rubbish is not worth your anger."
Ning Xiaolei has a smile on his face and a soft voice to comfort the poetic charm.
He knew that Shiyun was angry, otherwise he would not hurt the Liangyi sword sect disciple to that degree.
"Listen to you. I'm not angry with that garbage." Poetry nods and smiles.
After the rhyme of poetry, Ling Xiaoxiao, Lin Yumeng and Ning Xiaoyue came to power one after another. To the surprise of the people around them, they were all promoted again, and no one was eliminated.
In this way, almost everyone on the scene, eyes are on Ning Xiaolei and them.
Everyone is guessing where these people come from, and they have such strength.
Some disciples of middle and small schools and sanxiu come here again to chat with Ning Xiaolei and others to get involved.
Seeing the strength of Ning Xiaolei and several women, they have no intention of bringing some people into the sect, just want to get to know them.
Ning Xiaolei smiles and greets everyone one by one, but doesn't show his superiority.
However, for those young men who took the opportunity to come over and want to know a few women, he would not be polite and would not hesitate to drive them away.
"Young Xia Lei, you may be able to reach the top ten of the martial arts meeting this time, and give us a big face for sanxiu and small and medium-sized forces. Ha ha!"
"Yes, in the past ten years, the first ten were occupied by the five schools of Huashan on this day. We are really depressed, but our disciples are not successful."
"If you are free, you can come to rain valley. We are..."
Looking at so many people trying to please Ning Xiaolei and others, the faces of the five groups are extremely ugly.
Some of them are narrow-minded, and even cast their eyes full of bitterness.
"Top ten? It's hard to dream that you'll die later. "
"It's a bit of luck. The strength is not bad. Compared with our five factions, it's much worse."
Not only the disciples and elders, but also the five sect masters on the stage don't look very good.
The patriarch of Feiyun religion said, "you can see their origins. They are definitely not ordinary monks."
"The means they are using are unprecedented. I don't know which sect they are from." The master of the heavy water gate shook his head and thought.
"I feel familiar with that rhyme. I don't know where I've seen it?" The leader of Liangyi sword sect frowned and was puzzled.
At this time, Lei yunzong's patriarch said, "I don't think the means they used are like the orthodox cultivation methods."
"Oh, what does that mean?" The leader of Liangyi sword sect is curious.
"There is a special breath in their means, which is definitely not the way of normal cultivation." Leiyunzong confirmed.
Knowing that Ning Xiaolei and others were the ones who broke into their sect, he kept observing silently.
After watching several scenes in succession, he finally found something unusual.
"Is it difficult? They practice magic skill, but we should see it at a glance."
The leader of Feiyun sect was surprised and puzzled.
The leader of leiyunzong shook his head and said, "it's not magic skill, but it's not the way to cultivate immortals, or even Buddhism."
"What would that be?" The heads of several sects were shocked and their faces changed slightly.
Leiyunzong's eyes flashed slightly, and said: "if you really want to compare, it's like the monster that appeared in Qinzhou recently."
"What, are they all monsters?" The leaders of several sects were shocked.