Super Master System

"I already know."

"What are your plans?" Chu Botong raised his eyebrows slightly. He naturally didn't worry about Gu Zhong, but this time Gu Zhong was going to win the top ten. If his disciples got the strongest...

"The challenge is." Gu Zhong said lightly.

Chu Botong was surprised by Gu Zhong’s self-confidence again, but he still reminded: "The ten disciples under Shao Xuan’s head are all above the fifth level of the Dharma Destruction Realm. The two strongest, Yun Fanchen and Ming Yin Yao, one is in retreat all year round and the other is the chief disciple."

"Yun Fanchen, when he retreats a year ago, he was already at the seventh level of Dharma Destruction Realm, and Ming Yin Yao broke through the eighth level of Dharma Destruction Realm half a year ago."

"Cangshan faction is so powerful?"

"How could it fall to the end of the top ten sects."

Gu Zhong raised his eyebrows, not commenting on Chu Botong's words, but chose to ask questions from another angle.

Chu Botong quickly understood what Gu Zhong was referring to. Zhong Yu was also going to participate in the round of ten major sects this time, but Zhong Yu's strength was still far worse than Ming Yin Yao and Yun Fanchen.

"Well, the old man is not easy to explain for a while, as long as you know that the opponent of the Cangshan School every time the competition is the Luoyun Sect."

"And the two games ended in disastrous defeat. At the time of the second round, there was no more power to fight."

"There is this kind of operation?"

Cangshan sent his disciples to participate in the competition with the cultivation level above the fifth level of the Dharma Extinction Realm, and they were all beaten until they had no spare energy to fight again. Could it be that the Luoyun Sect's disciples were all at the peak of the Dharma Extinction Realm?

Or... Has broken through the Primordial Spirit Realm?

After arriving in Beijing, Gu Zhong found out that if he didn't do the task well, he might not be able to win if he didn't do the job well. As expected, he was a strong player and even a strong midfielder. Can't stop for a moment.

Having said this, Gu Zhong, Chu Botong and others have already arrived at a remote courtyard, which is a resting place specially arranged for them by Elder Zhen.

There are still two hours before the third round of the competition in the afternoon, and the disciples are all preparing for the afternoon game.

Only Gu Zhong and Zhou Ruoxi were left in the courtyard.

At this time, Zhou Ruoxiao wore a thin blue skirt, standing under the dead tree, radiant, and the trees that hadn't been upgraded were a little more brightly colored.

Although the younger sister has a cold temperament, no matter where she goes, she can't hide her brilliance.

With her alluring posture, as soon as she appeared here, she immediately attracted the attention of many people, but their eyes were all love, longing, or envy.

It seemed that they were not familiar before. Even Zhen Jia and Gu Zhong were Bai Jianzhou's apprentices, and they didn't seem to know Zhou Ruoxiao's identity. But the humble old Xu knew it.

Gu Zhong didn't ask too much. They didn't know. It could only show that the junior sister was noble. Didn't Ming Yin Yao know the junior sister? Even Gu Zhong didn't know what was going on with the sourness in his heart.

It's not that he has a small belly and chicken intestines. It's just that after getting along for so long, the younger sister seldom reveals her past, but the boy surnamed Ming has appeared so far, the only "old friend" of the younger sister.

"Flying to me Yun Feifan."

Feeling the approach of the ancient clock, Zhou Ruoxi's full and attractive red lips opened and closed.

Gu Zhong stared blankly, "Junior sister doesn't want to face the old lover?"

"What old lover, don't talk nonsense."

"Hahaha..." Seeing the angry look of Junior Sister, Gu Zhong only felt extremely cute, and said, "Just kidding, Yun Feifan or Ming Yinyao, this seat can solve it."

"However, if it's the kid surnamed Ming, if it's maimed by me, does it matter?"

"whatever."

…….

The martial arts field for inner disciples is the venue for the third round of competition.

At this time, the martial arts ground was surrounded by disciples of the Shangjing Cangshan faction who came to watch the battle. There were 16,000 people from the Cangshan faction, of which 10,000 had already arrived.

The grandeur of the scene is equivalent to a city competition.

As for the 6,000 people who did not arrive, most of them went out to do tasks before they could rush back. A small part of them were the disciples who participated in the morning competition. They were seriously injured and could not come.

"Who would have thought that in the final round of the Big Competition, it turned out to be a few soil buns from Black Mountain City, fighting with Senior Brother Ming and Senior Brother Yun."

"Yes, I guess this competition will end soon."

"Hey, I just came here to see, Brother Yun came out of retreat this time, to what extent his cultivation level has progressed."

"I came to see Brother Ming. There are not many opportunities to see Brother Ming."

"anthomaniac…"

The game hasn't started yet, the men and women underneath are talking excitedly, even if Gu Zhong can defeat Fengyi within three strokes, even if they can end the second round of competition in ten minutes.

But they still can't wash away the labels these people put on them.

After all, I didn't see it with my own eyes, but what I heard was a bit unreal.

Most of them came only for the idol they worshipped in their hearts. After all, the status of those ten people in the Cangshan School even surpassed most of the elders.

It is even more difficult to meet one another than to climb to the sky, and it is only in every competition that you can get a glimpse of it.

"Look! It's the second elder! The second elder is here!"

The crowd separated and a group of people walked slowly. The headed middle-aged man is dressed in a purple robe, has a kind face, and has an awe-inspiring breath between his gestures. It is the second elder Qin Shangyan of the Cangshan School. Next to him is the smiling Elder Zhen. And Elder Jia with raised eyebrows.

Several unknown elders followed.

Qin Shangyan and others sat down on a high platform not far from the martial arts field, staring lightly at the unmanned martial arts field. The surrounding disciples stepped back subconsciously, looking at the pavilion full of admiration.

"In the past, the ten elders and nine elders presided over these matters."

"Why are the second elders here?"

"I guess it's because of Brother Fengyi..."

"It is 80%, but the elder's idea is not something we can guess at will. Let's watch the game, anyway."

"That's right, maybe Elder Qin was just on a whim..."

"Brother Ming! Brother Ming is here!"

Under the excited gazes of countless disciples, Ming Yin Yao finally appeared. Next to him, he was also following a man in Tsing Yi. The handsome face of the man was tender, his eyes were half-squinted, and his eyes were sloppy and gloomy.

"The one next to Brother Ming is Senior Brother Xia, it's been a long time since I saw Senior Brother Xia seems to be even better than before!"

"Wow! Senior Brother Xia Mo, who was ranked fifth in the previous session. I have always been optimistic about him, and hope to be in the top three this time!"

Immediately afterwards, several handsome and handsome men came up.

The exclamation of the disciples one after another, until a man in black did not know when to appear on the martial arts field, the exclamation of the audience suddenly stopped.

The man didn't even make any movements, and the audience became silent because of his appearance.