Heaven-devouring Dragon Emperor

As soon as the words fell, everyone was shocked and annoyed!

"one eighth!"

"Why so few?"

Everyone was stunned when they heard the words.

The additional explanation did not say that the ratio is so low, but the silver-robed elders represent the official position of the Martial Arts Conference, and they cannot be questioned even if it is 1%.

No way, although these disciples were shocked, they were helpless.

"Now draw lots again, those with the same lottery number will be caught for a comparison test, and the final three rounds of 'preliminary' will be held!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the other two silver-robed elders immediately stepped forward, holding the lottery and preparing to throw it.

The disciples below began to turn their heads and think quickly.

"Three rounds of preliminary rounds! There are about 1,600 of us. After one round, there are 800 left, after two rounds, there are 400, and after three rounds... Hey! There are only 200 people left?"

"My God! So little?"

"It's unreasonable! This clearly despises people!"

"No way, who made us weaker?"

"Hehe, yes, just look at the warriors here in Cangjing, and you will understand that so many people are geniuses at the Profound Yang Realm at a young age. In comparison, our strength is really a bit...cough!"

"What's the use of talking about it now, let's think about how to advance, at least advance the retest!"

While everyone was discussing, the two silver-robed elders on the high platform had already spilled their numbers.

A burst of "lots of lottery" fell one after another, everyone held one each, and divided into two camps according to the gold and silver lottery numbers.

"From one to fifty, get on stage!"

The silver-robed elder didn't hesitate, and immediately waved his hand to signal that the first fifty pairs of disciples quickly stepped onto the ring to start their duel.

And for the people in the center watching the battle, even now, these competitions are nothing to watch.

At best, it was a little more intense than the previous three days of competition.

For them, the competition in the first three days was a bit like a three-year-old child's play house, but the current competition is like a fight between five and six-year-old children, there is no essential difference.

The first round is over quickly, and the second round is followed by another round, and the three rounds of this cycle are over soon.

In the end, the competition finally became somewhat enjoyable, but it still didn't interest the geniuses of the three major sects.

However, Jiang Tian has been paying attention to the situation on the court.

As he expected, Luo Lan passed the test one after another and finally advanced to tomorrow's retest.

In addition to her, two young male disciples also came from Qingxuan Kingdom, but unfortunately, one of them was eliminated early, and the other one reached the "preliminary round" stage, but failed in the first round. Got knocked out.

In the end, there was only one seedling of Luo Lan in Qingxuan Kingdom.

As for Sikong Mengxue, a lady from the Sikong family who is very familiar with him and has a good relationship with him, she did not come to participate in this martial arts conference for unknown reasons.

From Jiang Tian's point of view, maybe she is not strong enough, or there are some reasons he doesn't know.

After all, the jewel in the palm of the Sikong family, who was commensurate with his siblings, was still weaker than Luo Lan in the beginning.

Thoughts flashed through his mind, Jiang Tian shook his head and sighed, suppressing the thoughts in his heart.

At the end of the preliminary round, the silver-robed elder nodded with a smile and spoke loudly.

"Congratulations on advancing to tomorrow's retest!"

As the words spread, all the disciples cheered.

After all, after going through layers of elimination, they finally broke into the first test and successfully advanced to the second test. How could they not be happy?

But then, their expressions became serious again.

"However, I must remind you that tomorrow you will face even stronger opponents. Some people may be stronger than your leader, so don't take it lightly!"

With a sneer on his face, the silver-robed elder reminded in a deep voice that Dang even made the hearts of the two hundred passing disciples sink.

Yes, most of these people are not as powerful as the leader of the faction they belong to. If they want to compete with the tyrannical geniuses around Cangjing, it is really difficult.

"Everyone, the first martial arts test is over, and the second martial arts test will start tomorrow, let's go!"

The silver-robed elder didn't say any more, and after a few hasty confessions, he waved his hands, walked to the center of the spectator stand, and reported to the Seventh Prince.

There was a burst of noise in the square, and many viewers began to disperse contentedly, while looking forward to tomorrow's retest.

It was a contest of a higher level, and the three Canglan sects, the three Cangjing clans, and even the geniuses of the royal family would all be present. No matter in terms of standard or excitement, they were probably far better than the first test, which really made them yearn for it.

People from Tianluozong and Jinyuanzong left one after another, and Cangyunzong also began to leave.

But just as Jiang Tian got up, there was a sound transmission of spiritual power in his ear.

"Jiang Tian, ​​I'm waiting for you at Fuxiang Tower..."

Jiang Tian's eyes moved when he heard the words, and he subconsciously turned his head to look.

Seeing a fiery and astonishing gaze from a certain graceful woman, she turned around and disappeared into the crowded crowd opposite.

"Junior Brother Jiang, what's wrong?"

Mu Yun raised his eyebrows, followed Jiang Tian's line of sight, but only saw a messy crowd without any clues.

Jiang Tian shook his head and smiled: "Hehe, it's nothing, let's go!"

Everyone left immediately, but when they reached the edge of the square, Chu Tianhua called Jiang Tian in for questioning.

"Jiang Tian, ​​is that Luo Lan familiar with you?"

"Cough, it's true... very familiar!" Jiang Tian's eyes twitched, and he was a little embarrassed when he remembered the scene on the ring.

Chu Tianhua nodded slowly, and smiled knowingly: "Hehe, there is nothing to be embarrassed about! That woman is indeed amazing, but your qualifications are more than enough for her!"

"No, no! The suzerain misunderstood!" Jiang Tian's face was slightly stiff, and he waved his hand to deny it.

"Hehe, there is no need to explain! This old man doesn't care about these, what this old man cares about is your thoughts." Chu Tianhua looked deeply at Jiang Tian, ​​his eyes seemed to hit his mind directly, making him a little nervous.

"I don't quite understand what the suzerain means." Jiang Tian frowned slightly, silently guessing Chu Tianhua's intentions, still looking puzzled.

"It's very simple. I want to know your thoughts...but this is not a place to talk. Come find me after you get back. Let's talk carefully." Chu Tianhua looked around and said deeply.

"After going back?" Jiang Tian's eyes twitched, and he couldn't help frowning.

"Why, what's the problem?" Chu Tianhua looked at Jiang Tian in astonishment, seeing a trace of embarrassment in his eyes.

This made him quite puzzled, but then his eyes rolled as if he remembered something, he turned his head and looked deep into the messy crowd, then looked away again, looking thoughtful.

Jiang Tian pondered for a while, then shook his head: "No problem!"

"Well, let's go!" Chu Tianhua waved his hand and led his disciples away quickly.

...

"Jiang Tian, ​​come here!" After returning to the "Tong" building of VIP Garden, Chu Tianhua couldn't wait to greet Jiang Tian and walked into the meeting hall.