Heaven-devouring Dragon Emperor

Tens of thousands of disciples quickly calmed down, temporarily suppressing the pride in their hearts, their eyes were bright, and they waited intently!

"Cangyun Sect disciples obey orders!"

The deep and deep voice swayed, and the square was immediately enveloped in a solemn and solemn atmosphere!

"This year's Zongmen Huiwu breaks the convention. There is no distinction between internal and external sects. Everyone must know this. What I want to talk about now is the rules of the first round of the Zongmen Wushu Competition!"

The silver-robed elder paused, and a sharp edge flashed in his eyes!

Many people heard the words, their spirits were greatly lifted, they took a deep breath and listened intently.

"The rules of this first round... Hehe, there is no need to draw lots, there is no restriction, you can choose your opponent at will, fight against each other, the winner will advance, and the loser will be eliminated!"

As soon as the words fell, the square suddenly became silent!

Everyone's excitement and smiles froze on their faces, and the atmosphere took a turn for the worse, becoming dead silent in an instant!

"What... what? What is the elder saying?"

"There is no limit, choose opponents to fight at will, the winner will advance, and the loser will be eliminated?"

"This...isn't this nonsense?"

"It doesn't matter if you don't distinguish between inner and outer sects, but now there is such a rule, it's simply...playing the piano indiscriminately!"

"It's unreasonable! How could such a serious matter of Zongmen Huiwu come up with such lame rules?"

"Could it be that the elder made a mistake?"

Everyone couldn't help the doubts in their hearts, each of them frowned and looked at each other.

In the end, everyone turned their eyes to the silver-robed elder in the spectator seats, but what they saw was a calm expression and unquestioning gaze.

Everyone's eyes moved and looked at the suzerain Chu Tianhua again. The other party also had a leisurely smile on his face, as if he appreciated this martial arts competition very much, and he didn't have any opinions on this rule!

Everyone's hearts sank, and they understood the reality. This rule has obviously been approved by the suzerain, even if they are meaningful, it is useless.

"This... is this too childish?"

"Don't you need to be selected layer by layer?"

"If you do this, won't you eliminate half of the disciples in an instant, and there will be serious internal fighting between the peaks?"

"This is too exaggerated. I've never heard of any sect's martial arts competition doing this!"

"Nonsense! What nonsense!"

Everyone withdrew their gazes, their faces stiffened and their brows wrinkled.

For this rule, almost none of Yifeng's disciples are satisfied.

Because in this way, the first thing they have to face is not the pressure from other peaks, but the infighting among the disciples of this peak!

No matter which peak is concerned, this is not a good thing, and it will greatly affect their overall combat power, and even lose more than half of it from the beginning.

In the spectator seats, the silver-robed elder shook his head and sighed softly, but then nodded and laughed, causing everyone to feel depressed.

"Didn't you hear clearly? Well, I'll say it again! This is the first round of the martial arts competition. There is no limit. No matter whether you are an inner disciple or an outer disciple, you can choose an opponent to challenge at will, and the opponent cannot refuse." ! If there is any rejection, it will be directly judged as elimination!"

"It really is!"

"Who the hell came up with this kind of rule?"

"I think the person who made the rules must have lost his head? Isn't this a bloody chaos? Can you really see everyone's cultivation?"

"Hmph! How can such a big event like the Zongmen Martial Arts Competition be so messed up?"

Everyone gritted their teeth and scolded angrily. They no longer had the excitement and excitement they had before, but were just extremely depressed.

Of course, there are also people who look calm and don't care at all.

Most of these people are inner geniuses, especially the top geniuses in the inner sect, they don't care who their opponents are.

Because no matter who they fight against, they have enough confidence to win and advance, and the ultimate goal is to win the final victory of Huiwu.

"Excuse me, elder! Shouldn't we be on the stage and compete by drawing lots?"

Some people couldn't help the anger in their hearts, and asked questions with their necks stuck.

The silver-robed elder sneered coldly: "Get on the ring? Huh! What qualifications do you have to get on the ring?"

"You..." The disciple's face froze, the corners of his mouth twitched wildly, and he wanted to refute but he was a little scrupulous.

"Listen everyone, only the winner after the first round is eligible to enter the ring for the subsequent martial arts competition. If you can't even pass the first round, don't talk about being in the ring, because You are not qualified at all!"

The silver-robed elder gloomyly glanced at tens of thousands of disciples coldly, causing the atmosphere in the square to drop to freezing point in an instant.

This time, no one raised any doubts, because the elder Yinpao had already made it clear enough.

No matter how ridiculous and child's play this rule seems, no matter how angry and puzzled the disciples are, it is even enough to destroy everyone's longing and excitement, but it has already become a fact, and it is impossible to change it!

"Okay! Even if you have opinions, put them away!" The silver-robed elder's face was serious, with a look of majesty lingering between his brows!

"Now I declare: the first round of martial arts will begin, everyone will immediately choose their opponents, and the winner will be determined on the spot!"

boom!

After a moment of silence, the whole square suddenly exploded!

The rules have been determined and cannot be changed, and everyone no longer hesitates. All they can do is to find the weakest possible opponent to challenge, so as to ensure that they can advance.

However, almost every disciple had this idea, and in a blink of an eye someone grabbed them together.

"It makes no sense!"

"Go away!"

"Dare to rob me, see if I don't teach you a lesson?"

Rumble!

In the blink of an eye, dozens of chaotic battles formed in the square, and some people shot violently, and the opponent was blown away in the blink of an eye.

"The winner comes out!"

"The loser leaves!"

The elders of the Zongmen and the deacon disciples quickly announced the end of the fight, and Dao Dao's aura fluttered in the square, firmly locking on the opponents of each fight, so that they had no chance to fish in troubled waters.

"This... is this the end?"

"I haven't... picked an opponent yet!"

"Could it be considered that way?"

A few disciples who fought fiercely because they were vying for their opponents couldn't help but froze in place when they saw the aura that quickly fell from mid-air covering their bodies!

"Didn't you guys hear what the old man said? What are you still doing?"

The words of the silver-robed elder came from afar, directly waking them up.

In the blink of an eye, another deacon disciple flew over and appeared directly in front of them.

"You are promoted, you are eliminated! The winner goes out, the loser leaves, hurry up!"

Without any explanation, the disciple deacon signaled the winner to go to another area, where there was a large open space, which was the area for the winner of the first round of martial arts.

"Damn it!"

"It makes no sense!"

"I'm not reconciled, I'm not reconciled!" Several disciples who had just come to their senses and found that they had been eliminated felt remorseful and furious, but no matter how unwilling they were, they had no chance.