Tournament Begain

Not long after.

More than two hundred participating disciples entered the venue from four exits and gathered in different areas.

When they stopped and stood in their respective positions, many martial artists on the spectator stand cheered for their idols at the top of their lungs.

These days, which outstanding disciple with a bit of fame didn't have fans?

"Cough."

The City Lord of Liyang City appeared on the centermost stage, and the cheers gradually died down.

"On behalf of Liyang City, I welcome all outstanding disciples from various sects to participate in this year's sect competition."

"I also hope that all participants can achieve good results in the following competition and obtain supreme glory for their sects."

After some official words, the City Lord began to call out the names.

"Earth Blade Sect, Tang Bolan!"

"Here!"

"Dragon Moon Villa, Cheng Mianjin!"

"Here!"

"Iron Eagle Sect, Wang Situ!"

"Here!"

"Buxing Sect, Zhou Mou!"

"Here!"

Every time the City Lord of Liyang City called out the names, there would be relatives and fans of the disciples who were called out on the spectator stand cheering loudly.

"Iron Bone, Tian Qi."

"Here!"

Ga.

The spectator stand was silent, and then there was a burst of laughter.

"Tian Qi? Is he the seventh in his family, or is he a medicinal herb used to cure diseases? "

"As expected of a ninth-rate sect, even the names of the participating disciples are so lame."

Even the participants who were standing aside waiting for the roll call looked at him with disdain, and even wondered why they were standing with such a vulgar person.

Enduring the ridicule from the spectator stand and the disdainful gazes of the nearby participants, Tian Qi clenched his fists and said in a low voice, "Senior Brother, I want to hit someone."

Li Qingyang said, "Endure it until the competition starts."

"Phew!"

Tian Qi took a deep breath and calmed his mind. He looked up at the stage and exchanged glances with the Sect Leader, and said secretly, "Sect Leader, I won't let you down!"

… …

The roll call continued.

When a well-known elite disciple of a sect was called, it immediately caused a heated discussion, with all kinds of praises and envy.

"Iron Bone, Su Xiaomo!"

"Here!"

"Haha, the name is not bad."

"Unfortunately, he's too short. He'll be cannon fodder when the competition starts."

People who were pleasing to the eye would be pleasing to the eye no matter how they looked at them. People who were unpleasant to the eye would be unpleasant to the eye no matter how they looked at them.

This was the mentality of the martial artists in the spectator stands. They despised Iron Bone from the bottom of their hearts, so they would always look for flaws from various angles.

That cautious old man who had arrived one step behind the city gate exclaimed in shock, "That person isn't Li Qingyang?"

He and his disciple had always believed that Su Xiaomo was the number one genius in Green Sun City.

The old man frowned and thought to himself, "It's not Li Qingyang, but his movements are so agile. Could it be that there are hidden dragons and crouching tigers in this Ninth-Grade Iron Bone?"

"Iron Bone, Li Qingyang!"

"Yes."

The spectator stands immediately quieted down.

Everyone's gazes were locked onto the tall and straight figure of Li Qingyang, praising him as the number one genius of Green Sun City. His bearing was extraordinary!

Unfortunately, he was blind and joined the trash Iron Bone.

"Sigh."

On the high platform, the fat old man shook his head and said, "Such a good seedling. If he had joined the Blue Mountain Sect, he would have broken through to Martial Disciple by now."

"There are better choices, but he chose to join a Ninth-Grade Sect. Such a waste of such good talent."

"Other sects teach people tirelessly, but Sect Leader Jun is deceiving people."

No one mocked Li Qingyang, only felt pity for him. They despised the Iron Bone Sect Leader even more for recruiting such a genius.

Jun Changxiao listened but did not say anything.

What should he say? Argue with them? Argue with them?

It was meaningless. The best way to shut them up was for his disciple to prove himself with his strength.

…

The roll call continued.

Not long after, when Xiao Ziji's name was called, the spectator stands quieted down again.

Many martial artists raised their heads and looked towards the high platform in the east. There sat a few elders of the Xiao Family. They wanted to see the expressions on their faces.

"Crack."

The Great Elder crushed the teacup in his hand and said coldly, "A piece of trash should not be here. He should not be here to make a fool of himself."

Coincidentally, Jun Changxiao was sitting on the high platform. Seeing the anger and killing intent in the old man's eyes, he rubbed his nose and said, "Is he from the Xiao Family?"

The Great Elder of the Xiao Family seemed to have sensed something and turned his head.

The two looked at each other.

Jun Changxiao smiled politely. Then, he pointed at Ye Zichen and pressed the gun against his temple. He opened his mouth and said, "Pa!"

This was a warning to him not to kill his disciple. Otherwise, he would shoot him.

Unfortunately, the Great Elder did not understand. Seeing his strange posture, he thought disdainfully, "No wonder he accepted that piece of trash. There is something wrong with his head."

…

After a roll call, all the two hundred disciples had arrived. The Liyang City Lord did not waste any time and immediately announced the rules.

The rules were simple.

The two hundred people would be divided into groups and draw lots to decide their opponents. The winner would advance and the loser would be eliminated.

In order to prevent disciples from meeting each other, the participants of each sect would be arranged in different areas to draw lots.

Lu Qianqian and the other four were divided into areas A, B, C, D, and V.

Before going to each area, Li Qingyang said seriously, "Senior Sister, Junior Brother, the Sect Leader is watching from above. We can't let him down."

"Tsk."

Lu Qianqian walked into area A.

"Senior Brother, we understand!" Su Xiaomo and Tian Qi walked to their area with their chests out.

Xiao Ziji stayed in place and looked up at the high platform. When he met the Sect Leader's eyes, his gaze became more determined.

At that moment, except for Lu Qianqian, the other four disciples' blood was boiling. They deeply understood that they were about to fight for the sect!

Jun Changxiao, who was sitting on the high platform, leaned forward and rested his chin on his hand. He said secretly, "Do your best, my disciples."

…

More than two hundred disciples took their places and began to draw lots. Then, the person in charge of the battle area announced in public.

"The first match of the first round, Iron Bone Tian Qi versus Great Red Sect's Sun Kai!"

"Aiyaya."

The fat Great Red Sect's Elder laughed. "Sect Leader Jun, it's really unfortunate that my sect's disciple will meet your sect's disciple in the first round."

The martial artists of each sect all looked at them with envy.

If their own sect's disciple drew this, it would mean that they were guaranteed to enter the second round.

Jun Changxiao didn't say anything.

The drawing of lots continued. Hundreds of disciples were matched against each other.

Except for Li Qingyang, the disciples of each sect who met Su Xiaomo and the others as opponents all had smiles on their faces. It was as if they had entered the second round in advance.

"The first round of the competition begins. Participants, please step onto the stage!"

Tian Qi and Sun Kai walked onto the stage. The two of them cupped their hands in salute, indicating that the first round of the sect competition had officially begun.

"That Great Red Sect's disciple seems to be at Twelfth Stage Meridian Opening. He'll definitely kill him in an instant."

"There are many Tenth Stage Meridian Opening disciples in this sect competition. Iron Bone's disciple has encountered a Twelfth Stage Meridian Opening disciple in his first match. His luck is really bad."

"Hahaha, with that kind of trash, wouldn't it be bad luck no matter who they meet?"

The martial artists discussed in private and laughed continuously.

The Great Red Sect's Elder also laughed and said, "Sect Leader Jun, my sect's disciple is a little impatient and sometimes doesn't control his strength. If he hurts your sect's disciple, please forgive him."

"Oh."

Jun Changxiao responded.

"Begin!" The referee's voice rang out.

As soon as he finished speaking, Tian Qi, who was on the fighting stage, shot forward like an arrow and punched Sun Kai's abdomen, sending him flying.

This Great Red Sect's disciple was indeed a little impatient. However, before he could muster his impatience, he was already lying outside the arena, screaming.

The fat on the Great Red Sect's Elder's face instantly froze. His small eyes also widened.

Jun Changxiao said indifferently, "Too weak."

On the stage, Tian Qi withdrew his fist and scratched his head. "I didn't control my strength well and accidentally sent him flying."