Chapter 1207

With the expectation of all the disciples, the day of new disciple Dabi will soon come.

Early in the morning, Su Jinyue and Zhan Yihan, together with other new disciples, followed the deacon to the arena.

I saw that the stage had been set up in the competition field. On the open space under the stage, many old disciples were standing there waiting to watch the game.

On the high platform not far from the arena sat the elders of each peak and the elders of the disciple's Academy.

"I'm so nervous!" Ling Xiaoqiu hands tightly, a face of tension looking at not far away from the stage. She used to take part in competitions when she was in xiuzhenjie, but she was never so nervous as this time. Maybe the result of this competition is related to her distribution in the sect in the future. If her performance is excellent this time, she can choose the peak to practice. If her performance is too poor, she can only wait for the elders of each peak to choose herself. If the elders of each peak don't choose, then she will become a handyman in the end.

Su Jinyue turns her head and smiles at Ling Xiaoqiu, "take it easy. Just take it as an ordinary competition. Your strength is above the average among the disciples. There will be no problem."

"Well." Ling Xiaoqiu nodded and took a breath, trying to calm down.

"Now, please draw lots to decide your order of playing. Start with the first disciple here and go on stage in turn." The Deacon looked at the disciple on the right and said.

The first disciple on the right came out of the line, reached out and drew a jade medal from the box on the table, followed by the second disciple and the third disciple

Seeing that it was her turn, Su Jinyue stepped forward, reached out and pulled out a jade card from the box. The number on it was 79. The group of new students who came in with her, plus the group of students before them, were 239.

Su Jinyue estimated that it would be her turn to compete tomorrow. Seeing Zhan Yihan, she also drew a jade medal and asked, "what number are you?"

"One hundred and twenty-three." War is also cold.

"I'm number ninety-four." Wu Zheng opened his mouth.

"I'm 172." Ling Xiaoqiu said. This competition is a wheel fight. Each disciple needs to win ten games in a row in order to be promoted, or no one will challenge to be promoted.

While several people were talking, the two disciples on the stage had already started fighting.

Looking up, I saw that one of them was Li Hui who came in with them, and another disciple was from the previous group.

The last disciple of the two used flute. As he put the flute to his mouth, a beautiful sound of flute poured out. Li Hui, who was using two hammers, stopped moving, and his eyes began to become blurred.

"Sound attack." Su Jinyue picked eyebrows with interest. This is the first time that she has seen someone use music. Sound power seems to be weak, but it can destroy each other's consciousness without any sound, making people completely addicted to music and unable to extricate themselves.

Li Hui's eyes became dull. He stood in a daze and was kicked off the stage by the other side before he woke up. Looking around, he knew that he had been eliminated.

Looking at the disciples on the stage, Li Hui was a little bit afraid, but he also secretly congratulated himself. Fortunately, according to the rules of the competition, people's lives should not be hurt, otherwise he would be more or less lucky this time.

With the end of the first game, the disciple who got the number plate No. 3 jumped onto the stage.

"Please The disciple who used the flute made a gesture of please to the new one. Seeing that the other one rushed up, he quickly stepped back and put the flute in his hand to his mouth again.

A burst of flute pouring out again, strands, soon shrouded the whole stage.

When the opposite disciple knew that the opponent was using the sound attack, he was ready. When the opponent was playing the flute, he quickly played an isolation array around his body.

The flute sound continuously impacts on the isolation array, rippling in circles.

"Click!" There was a slight sound, and the sound of the flute quickly entered the isolation array. The disciple was soon controlled by the sound of the flute.

Seeing that the other side's eyes became dull, the flute disciple kicked the other side off the stage.

The second round is over again.

"That disciple is so powerful!" Wu Zheng exclaimed. He won't last long if he takes the stage by himself. Fortunately, he is less likely to meet the other side.

"I didn't expect the sound attack to be so powerful." Ling Xiaoqiu said. This is also the first time that she has seen someone use a voice attack.

Su Jinyue said with a smile, "although Yingong is powerful, it's also his own immortal power to attack the opponent. Look at that monk. He looks relaxed, but actually he can't support for long."

Wu Zheng and Ling Xiaoqiu smell speech, carefully look up the stage of the disciple, sure enough, see each other's face a little white.

"Sound attack is powerful, but it doesn't seem that everyone can control it." Wu Zheng sighed.

"It's because his own strength is too weak. If a monk with stronger strength can control Yin Gong, he can definitely exert more power, elder martial sister Su, can't he?" Ling Xiaoqiu looks at Su Jinyue and asks.

"Well." Su Jinyue nodded her head.

The competition on the stage continued. In the fifth match, the disciple who used the flute finally couldn't support it any more and vomited a lot of blood.

"Sure enough, as Su said, Yingong is not so easy to control." Wu Zheng shook his head.

"Well." Ling Xiaoqiu nodded in agreement.

At this time, a blue haired man stepped onto the stage.

"He is the first new disciple, elder martial brother Zhou Jizhou. That disciple who met elder martial brother Zhou is really unlucky."

"He is not the number one among the new disciples. Now the number one is elder martial brother Zhan yihanzhan."

"I haven't heard of any elder martial brother Zhan. Anyway, I think elder martial brother Zhou is powerful."

"That's what you haven't seen before."

"Elder martial brother Zhou is a monk in the middle period of Sanxian. Is there any new disciple who can surpass him?"

"Elder martial brother Zhan is a monk in the later period of free cultivation. Who do you think is more powerful?" The new students divided into two groups and began to argue.

Zhan Yihan shook his head when he heard the dispute among the disciples. He is not interested in whether he is the first of the new students. It is not these new students that he wants to surpass.

Zhou Jizhou hooked his finger to the disciple who was going to fight with him, "let's go!" As he spoke, he moved under his feet and rushed to the other side.

When the disciple saw that his opponent was Zhou Jizhou, he had a little fear in his heart. Seeing that Zhou Jizhou rushed to himself, he quickly stepped back several steps.

"Bang!" Zhou Jizhou clapped his hand on the disciple's chest, and the disciple was directly beaten out and fell off the stage.