Heaven-devouring Dragon Emperor

Such a rare talent cannot be underestimated.

But this Elder Meng seems to be very hostile to him, and has been belittling him from the beginning until now, almost never letting go of every opportunity to speak.

This left everyone speechless.

Elder Meng is also an elder of the sect anyway, how can his vision be so low, how can his mind be so narrow?

The two elders in white robes next to them wanted to refute, but after subconsciously looking at each other, they couldn't help shaking their heads and sneering at the same time, and were too lazy to speak.

Hearing Elder Meng's repeated belittling and rejection, suzerain Chu Tianhua frowned slightly, and a strange look flashed in his eyes.

Of course, he didn't bother to ask if there was any quarrel between Elder Meng and Jiang Tian. This kind of matter was far from enough for him to bother to deal with.

The competition in the arena continued, and more than seven hundred pairs of disciples appeared on the stage one after another.

Since half of the disciples have already been eliminated, and everyone's spiritual power has been depleted, the progress of the test is obviously much faster.

Dozens of arenas were roaring continuously, and pairs of inner disciples fought with all their strength, the scene was extremely intense!

boom!

Inner disciple Pang Ning advances!

Rumble!

Inner disciple Chu Yun passed the test!

Inner sect master Mu Yun made a strong promotion...Boom!

As the winners and losers were determined in the last dozen arenas, this round came to an end, the roar in the square quickly fell back, and the fluctuations in spiritual power dissipated.

The eliminated disciples quickly withdrew from the competition venue, and the more than 700 disciples who passed the test just took a short rest and swallowed pills to replenish their spiritual power, and a new lottery began immediately.

After the lottery is confirmed, the elder of the sect gives an order, and the next round will start immediately!

"So fast!"

"Hey! I haven't even had time to refine the elixir yet, so I'm too nervous, right?"

"Oh! How did I get the number one lottery?"

"Hehe, I'm the No. 10 lottery, and I'm no different from you!"

Several inner disciples gathered together and smiled wryly. There are dozens of arenas in the square, and the competition will start at the same time.

There is no difference between drawing the No. 1 lottery and the No. 10 or 20 lottery. They must fight on the stage as soon as possible.

This made them all complain, but since the sect's rules had been established, they naturally couldn't disobey them.

However, everyone's reactions were also different, and the disciples who were in the front of the lottery naturally turned pale and felt depressed.

Because they didn't have any rest time at all, and they couldn't even refine the elixir completely. In this state, it was conceivable that they would fight hastily!

As for the disciples who were late in the lottery, most of them were slightly relieved, and took advantage of this rare waiting time to quickly refine the elixir and restore their spiritual power.

Although they also felt that the rules were too strict and the time was too tight, it was better than the first batch of disciples on stage.

Seeing everyone whispering and annoyed, the sect elder who presided over the martial arts meeting shook his head and smiled.

"Do you have any opinions? Haha, actually, there is no need for it!"

"Huh?" Everyone slandered after hearing the words, and looked at him intently.

The elder said coldly: "The lottery is randomly selected. Although some people are in the front, they passed the test early in the previous round and have enough rest time. There is no need to care about the order of the lottery."

"this……"

"Hehe, it would be great if the elder said it was so ideal!"

Everyone shook their heads when they heard the words, and laughed wryly.

This kind of words is of course just a kind of consolation. In fact, many disciples have just finished the last round of competition, and they have drawn the top dozens of lots in a blink of an eye, which is equivalent to continuous rotation. And I got it.

"Hmph! Even if you have opinions, it's useless. If you can't even bear the pressure of the Zongmen Martial Arts Conference, what qualifications do you have to meet the challenge of the Canglan Martial Dao Conference?"

As the words spread, everyone was speechless!

That's right, if you can't even adapt to this little rule, how can you compete with the geniuses of Tianluozong, Jinyuanzong, and even the entire Canglan Kingdom?

After thinking about this, the depression in their hearts calmed down a little.

"Hehe, everyone should not think too much. Although the elder's words are true, there are only a very small number of people who really have the opportunity to stand on that stage!"

"Hey, with our little strength, we just join in the fun."

"Well, I don't ask for anything else at that time, it's enough to have a place to stay and watch the performance of those talented masters!"

Everyone was joking and trying to resolve their depression. At this time, dozens of pairs of disciples with the highest number had already started to appear on the stage under the call of the elder.

"No. 19..." Looking at the stick in his hand, Jiang Tian couldn't help shaking his head and smiling.

It seems that he and the number "Nine" are really destined. From the beginning, this number has been included in the sign, and it has been like this three times in a row. It has to be said that it is also a coincidence.

Jiang Tian stepped onto the No. 19 ring leisurely, and handed over the lottery in his hand to the deacon disciple, but at this time, his opponent hadn't shown up yet.

"Hiss! Number nineteen is actually him? This..."

Seeing this scene, the corners of the inner disciples' eyes twitched violently, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead, so that the conspicuous red robe kept trembling along with his body.

"Junior Brother Mei, what's the matter?"

"what happened?"

Seeing this suddenly nervous red-robed disciple, several fellow disciples surrounded him one after another, and when they saw the number lottery in his hand, they immediately understood!

"Hehe, Junior Brother Mei is really lucky!"

"Cough... what's not bad? You have seen Jiang Tian's strength, even Gao Hanyang is no match for him, how can I have the strength to compete with him?"

"Hehe, Junior Brother Mei, you are a master of the inner sect, how could you be afraid of a junior from the outer sect?"

Everyone couldn't help but tease, but they all had a somewhat depressed look on their faces.

Before that, they didn't pay much attention to Jiang Tian, ​​they only thought that his name all came from the incident of lighting up the Xuanyang Monument, but after witnessing the fight between him and Gao Hanyang, they already understood that this young man really has something strength.

If nothing else, let's just talk about Gao Hanyang, the average inner disciple could hardly hold his head up in front of him, and he was timid before fighting.

Such characters are not Jiang Tian's opponents, so they are naturally even more useless.

The corners of the eyes of the red-robed disciple surnamed Mei twitched, and he said angrily: "What kind of junior from the outer sect? Don't make such jokes, I would rather change my opponent, even if it is the top genius of our inner sect, than fight against him."

Everyone was silent when they heard the words, and their faces were embarrassed for a while.

What he meant was very clear, defeating the top geniuses in the inner sect was by no means a shameful thing, and he could even take the opportunity to ask for advice on a few tricks.

But if he is defeated by Jiang Tian, ​​it will be a bit embarrassing anyway. Although he has surpassed Gao Hanyang to become the new No. 1 outer sect, he is still a junior in the outer sect after all.

For the inner disciples who have always been aloof, this is somewhat embarrassing. "Hurry up on the 19th, otherwise it will be regarded as a waiver!"