Chapter 202

Under the attention of all, Ji ningshuang stepped onto the seat.

However, her shock to the scene is still not annihilated, this is a feast exclusive to her.

In the exclamation, Cheng Kun got up slowly. Standing high above him, he first looked around the lower part, and his mouth was full of fun and laughter. Then he said, "thanks for your honor. I'm honored. Then, the three big competitions once every three years will start now."

As the saying goes, some people from Zhengyang sect, Qingyun sect and Hengyue sect all got up. It is needless to say that they were the true disciples who took part in the big contest of the three schools.

In order to be fair, the three matches will be decided by drawing lots.

Naturally, luck is also a part of strength. If the weak zhenzhuan disciples get the strong ones, it will be bad luck. But if the strong disciples get the weak ones, it will be a happy event.

So, here's the problem.

Each of the three schools sent nine zhenzhuan disciples to fight, that is, 27 people. In pairs, that is, the 13 groups. The extra one is naturally in the air.

Therefore, in the first round of elimination, the one who is out of the round can advance to the semi-finals without confrontation. This is the rule of the three big competitions.

Of course, since it is a draw, it may be that the same disciples meet in pairs.

Under the attention of the public, twenty-seven zhenzhuan disciples have come to the stage and line up to draw lots.

"The man in the fourteenth is available." In the line, situ Nan still smiles at his brother.

"You don't talk so much nonsense." Night such as snow pushed situ Nan, "hurry up, to you."

"What's the rush?" Stu Nan's stomach Fei a word, has reached into the small wooden box, beat drum for a long time, this just took out a small wooden card, glanced at the number above, simply hung his head and walked away, "NIMA, No. 8."

After situ Nan, the night was like snow, and they also came forward to draw the number of small wooden cards.

When ye Chen reaches into the wooden box, he casually takes out a small wooden card. After a glance, he is stunned.

Eh?

The stone rock behind him caught a glimpse, and he couldn't help but exclaimed, "No. 14."

"It seems that I'm in a bad mood." Ye Chen grinned and walked off the stage with the number plate.

The real draw is over soon.

But when the list of opponents was announced, the faces of the four sides were more strange, and the voice of discussion immediately rang out.

"Well! Among the 27 people, ye Chen, who has the lowest level of cultivation, has even drawn the number 14 card of the lunkong

"This means that he is the first person to advance to the semi-finals in this three big matches before he starts playing?"

"There's no way. Heaven will take care of the weak."

"Visual inspection, this boy has stepped on the dog excrement before going out." Zhuge old man stroked his beard and said with great care.

In the sound of discussion, ye Chen has returned to his seat.

"Boy, you can do it!" Pang Chuan looks at the big tongue.

"Just luck."

"But the opponent that my hengyuezong's disciples have drawn is not optimistic!" On one side, daoxuan's brow twisted into a line.

"Not only is it not optimistic, it's just miserable!" Chu ling'er kneaded her eyebrows hard and couldn't bear to look directly at her.

Smell speech, ye Chen this just saw to the battle list, eyebrow also at the same time frowned down.

Liu Yi is fighting against Hua Yun, who ranks second in the nine true stories of Zhengyang sect.

Nie Feng fought against Zhou Ao, the first disciple of the nine true stories of Qingyun sect.

Nangongyue is fighting Meng Yunran, who ranks fourth in the nine true stories of zhengyangzong.

It was Li Xinghun who ranked second in the nine true biographies of Qingyun Zong who fought against situ Nan, and Han Jun, who ranked third in the ninth zhenzhuan of zhengyangzong, who fought Duan Yu.

Ye Ruxue fought Bai Yi, the fourth disciple of Zhengyang sect's nine zhenzhuans;

Shi Yan fought against Yang Xu, the sixth disciple of Qingyun sect's nine great zhenzhuans;

the most miserable one was Yang Bin, who fought the Xuanling body of Zhengyang sect and Ji ningshuang, who ranked first in the ninth zhenzhuan.

"You don't have to be so bullshit." See here, ye Chen has a kind of impulse to curse mother.

Although Liu Yi is the first true disciple of Hengyue sect, he can't even play 60% of his fighting power because of his Taoist injuries. However, Hua Yun is the one who will fight against Liu Yi.

You know, nahuayun was once the No.1 zhenzhuan disciple of Zhengyang sect. It was only because Xuanling's body was born that he became the second. His strength, even Liu Yi at his peak, could not win.

Now, the ebb and flow, Liu Yi against Hua Yun, will be defeated.

Yang Bin, not to mention, is Ji ningshuang. He doesn't have to fight at all. He will surely lose without any suspense.

As for Nie Feng, situ Nan, Duan Yu, ye Ruxue, and Shi Yan, their opponents are ranked higher in the clan than they are. Most of them lose more and win less.

In this way, in addition to nangongyue and ye Chen in lunkong, seven people will be wiped out in the first round for the elimination of the three big matches and the nine true biographies of Hengyue Zong."The devil is sincere." On one side, situ Nan could not bear to look directly at his face.

"You and I don't know, but I can't fight that white wing." Night such as snow knead the brow heart mercilessly.

"Although I knew I would lose, I didn't expect that huihengyue would lose so miserably in the elimination match." Duan Yu, who has always been calm and calm, shook his head helplessly.

"Or, let's go straight home."

Come on! Come on!

Yang Dingtian's fist has been clenched, and his face is hard to see. The wind has no trace, and their faces are not very good-looking.

Compared with them, the Qingyun sect and Zhengyang sect are more likely to gloat. The zhenzhuan disciples of Hengyue sect have been divided up by their stronger disciples. They are very willing to see the result.

"In this way, hengyuezong can be ignored." Cheng Kun, who is on the high position, idly turns the trigger on his thumb, and is full of abuse. "Nangong Yue is not afraid. Even if he reaches the semi-finals, he can hardly make it to the final. As for ye Chen, a man of Yuanjing, he is nothing."

"NIMA, what bullshit group." On the other side, Zhuge old man scolded and said, "I just look at the children of hengyuezong. What the hell are they drawing?"

"The first round of hengyuezong was almost annihilated!" The ancient Museum of Shangguan family shook his head helplessly.

"Most of Hengyue's strong disciples will lose, but ye Chen, the weakest one, can make it to the semi-finals. It's really funny."

In the discussion, Wu Changqing of zhengyangzong has been on the stage of the war, "Shiyan, Hengyue Zong, and Yang Xu, Qingyun Zong, come to the stage to fight."

"It's within reach." In the direction of Qingyun sect, a white robed disciple immediately went to the battle platform, and then he did not forget to look at the direction of hengyuezong with a defiant look. Finally, his eyes fixed on Shi Yan and said, "if you are afraid of losing, you don't have to come up."

"Even if you lose, you will be skinned." With a cold sound, Shi Yan rushed to the battle platform.