The First Dragon of All Ages

  Boom!

Sure enough, as expected, Yang Luoning's tenth opponent had a cultivation base that was a full six levels higher than him. After a fierce battle of more than 700 moves, he was defeated by him. He won it "without danger". Ten consecutive victories.

   "His cultivation base is not high, but his strength is outrageous, and he can even defeat his opponent with a cross-domain sixth-order cultivation base."

"I think he is not very strong. He does not have top martial arts, nor does he have top physical skills. The main reason is that his defensive ability is too strong, and he has sufficient endurance. He can always endure the exhaustion of his opponents. Then he counterattacked and won."

The casual repairmen were dumbfounded, and couldn't help but look at Yang Luoning with admiration.

  How can an ordinary casual cultivator possess such a strong defensive ability and endurance?

  Long Qingchen stared at Yang Luoning deeply, and more affirmed the guess in his heart. This Yang Luoning was definitely one of the people on the list given by Lord Time Long.

   "You passed the qualifiers and you were promoted to the main match."

  The old man in the robe couldn't help but look at Yang Luoning a few more times, then took out a race token and threw it to Yang Luoning.

  Yang Luoning happily took it, "Thank you elder."

The robed old man groaned for a moment, then slowly said, "Some young generations have strong heads and sharp edges, singing all the way, and aspiring to the top of martial arts. However, some young generations are flat, steady and steady. The later, the stronger the potential, belonging to If you grow late, you should belong to the latter."

   Late bloomers?

  The casual cultivators are shocked, this evaluation is already very high.

  Yang Luoning was flattered and bowed and saluted, "The elders praised him, Luo Ning is not ashamed of it."

   "I like humble people."

The old man in the long robe became more satisfied with his performance, "At your age, it is no longer possible to enter the outer door of the Fei Xing Zong to practice. I am missing a closed disciple. If you want, you can worship me as a teacher, Fei Xingzong’s cultivation techniques and some cultivation resources will naturally be given to you, and it’s better than you being a casual cultivator, right?"

   "Thank you, Master!"

  Yang Luoning was ecstatic, without any hesitation, immediately knelt on the ground, and respectfully knocked on his head three times.

   "Get up."

The old man in the robe laughed and raised his hand slightly. A strong immortal force supported Yang Luoning to stand up, "Many elders of our Fei Xing Sect like to accept young generation geniuses as disciples. After a little training, they can become strong. Let the elders have a light on their faces, and I prefer to accept people like you who practice solidly as disciples. I believe in my own vision."

  Yang Luoning's eyes were full of gratitude, "Thank you, Master, for your favor."

  The eyes of the casual cultivators were red, and a casual cultivator suddenly became the closed disciple of the elder, like a sparrow flying on a branch, changing into a fairy phoenix.

  Long Qingchen secretly said in his heart, this Yang Luoning pretends to be quite like

   "The third defender, Lu Yu."

  The old man in the robe glanced at the roster and continued to preside over the finals.

   Whoosh!

  A young woman is taking a loose meditation and leaping into the ring.

  Boom! boom! boom!

   Casual practitioners, one by one, go up and challenge.

  Lu Yu was defeated by a young man, and was eliminated.

  The young man went out of meditation, but was defeated by another young man who went out of meditation.

  In this way, everyone wins at most two or three games in a row before being ended.

  More than three hundred duels have passed, and none of them have won ten consecutive victories.

  After more than 400 duels, there was a male San Xiu using a giant sword who won ten consecutive victories and won the third place.

  "Fourth defender, Fang Lili."

  "The fifth defender, Zhang Yuexuan."

   "The sixth defender, Huang Bei."

   "The 294th defender, Gongsun Jiuze."

   "The 295th defender, Peng Qili."

  The duel went on very quickly, and the old man in the robe put down the race tokens one after another.

  There are a total of three hundred places and three hundred race tokens. Seeing that the remaining race tokens are getting less and less, the casual repairmen who have not yet come to the stage are anxious and take the initiative to challenge the stage, and the competition is getting more and more fierce.

  Long Qingchen found another person with the same name as in the booklet given by Time Long Jun, that is, the 294th defender—Gongsun Jiuze, but I don’t know if it is a coincidence.

  "There are only a few places left. If you have the ability, don't go on stage."

  Yu Yanran's beautiful eyes are cold, like a poisonous snake, her eyes always staying on the body of the youth in the green shirt, intentionally or unintentionally.

  She has been waiting for the young man in the green shirt to come to power, but unfortunately, the young man in the green shirt seemed to have given up and never had the intention to go up. This made her anxious and worried that the young man in the green shirt would admit his counsel and not give her a chance for revenge.

  "My friend, are you still not on it?"

  The young disciple of Dayu Sect was also anxious for Long Qingchen.

  The young disciple patted Long Qingchen on the shoulder, as if he could see through Long Qingchen's thoughts, and smiled, "Do you want to wait for the strong casual cultivators to be promoted and pick up the bargain at the end?"

  "" Long Qingchen felt that he couldn't communicate with the fool, so he nodded slightly, "I can't hide anything from you."

  The young disciple laughed and said proudly, “Of course, I’m so smart, I can see through other people’s thoughts at a glance.”

  Long Qingchen said indifferently, "I'll wait for the last one."

   "The 298th defender, Tantai Qianer."

  The old man in the robe looked at the roster and picked one at random.

  Long Qingchen was taken aback, and then he realized that it was him who clicked on the person, because he registered the name of Qian'er Tantai. It seemed that he could not wait for the last one to come on stage.

   Whoosh!

  He shook his figure and jumped into the ring.

  噗!

  Li Feiliu almost vomited blood, stunned, "Is he Tantai Qianer?"

  Xie Meizhuang’s beautiful eyes flickered, frowning, and she secretly guessed who Tantai Qianer was, whether she would be the woman Long Qingchen knew, and whether she would become her competitor.

  The casual cultivators were also stunned. At first hearing the name, they thought it was a female casual cultivator, but they didn't expect it to be the boy in the blue shirt.

  The young disciples and young disciples of the Big Fool's door laughed even more. They couldn't laugh straight up, and their tears were about to come out. The fun of fools is often that simple.

   "This is obviously a pseudonym."

   "Others use pseudonyms, at least they will cover up, but he uses them so blatantly."

  Yu Yanran sneered.

   Whoosh!

She leaped and jumped into the ring, standing opposite the boy in the blue shirt, flipped her hand to take out the war sword, pointed at the boy in the blue shirt, waiting for this opportunity, waited so long, and now, finally came, "I, Yu Yanran, challenge!"

The old man in the long robe frowned, and of course he heard it. This youth in the blue shirt used a pseudonym. However, there were too many casual cultivators under pseudonyms, and he didn't bother to track it down, "Yu Yanran, you are the saint of Triumph Sect. The recommended places for the Triumph Sect can directly participate in the main event of the Budo Contest. You come to participate in the finals. What does this mean?"

  Yu Yanran took out the token of the finalists and lit it up, "I want to practice in the finalists before participating in the main game, so UU Reading www.uukanshu.com registered for the finalists."

   "No way."

The old man in the long robe was a bit annoyed, "As the saint of the Triumphal Sect, you have obtained the true biography of the Triumphal Sect. Your cultivation level is much higher than that of the casual practitioners. You participate in the finals and no one is your opponent. It is unfair. Besides, You already have a place for the main race, so participating in the qualifiers is unnecessary."

   "Junior sister, if you don't wait for the race, then teach him again."

  Feng Jiuming persuaded, worrying and angering Feixingzong.

   "No way!"

  Yu Yanran stared at the Qingshan boy with cold eyes, "I will teach him now so that he can't make the race!"

   Buzz!

  She took out the race token, wrapped it in Xianli, and sent it to the old man in the robe.

   "I can give up my spot in the main race. From the start of the finals, please allow the elders."

  Anyway, with her strength, no one is her opponent in the finals. After cleaning up this youth, he can easily win nine consecutive victories and be promoted to the main competition.

"Ok."

  The old man in the robe was a bit dissatisfied, but didn't say anything more, and confiscated the race token.

  The casual cultivators looked at the young man in Qingshang with pity, and they could see that Yu Yanran was coming at him!