Chapter 182
"Eternal" hum, you have a lot of talented people there, don't you? That's all for each other. " Mo Shan snorted coldly, then said impertinently.
"Ha ha, what we've lost is just some small fish and shrimps. It's not like your Fengxue mountain, even the first day you've hung up!" The master of Badao sect laughed.
Mo Shan's face suddenly became ugly after hearing the words of the master of badaomen.
This guy really likes which pot he doesn't open. It's too much to beat!
Mo Shan took a deep breath, he forced his anger down, and then turned to look at the challenge arena below.
An old man with white hair came from afar and landed directly in the center of the arena.
His momentum was so terrible that it covered the whole arena almost instantaneously. Everyone felt a strong sense of suffocation and could hardly breathe.
"How can this old guy be so strong?" After seeing the scene in front of him, the headmaster of Badao sect also exclaimed, and he felt a little frightened.
In fact, the strength of the old man with white hair has surpassed the category of the fourth class sect. It is estimated that even among the third class schools, he is also one of the top experts.
"Thank you so much for coming to the snow capped mountains. I'm really honored." The old man with white hair smiles. His hands are behind his back, and his momentum soars into the sky.
Time, as if the world has changed color, all hold their breath, Qi Qi looked at the white haired old man.
"Next, I will announce that the competition will begin soon. Please prepare for the competition in advance." The old man with white hair slowly opened his mouth and said that his voice was not big, but clearly reached everyone's ears.
Chen Xi turned her head to look at the three disciples behind her, and then signaled their end.
Other sects followed suit, bringing their disciples down one after another.
Tens of thousands of disciples gathered together in a long line, ready to accept the inspection of Fengxue mountain.
Fengxue mountain's disciples set out to check the identity of the competitors.
There are tens of thousands of disciples in Fengxue mountain. It is not troublesome to check them. In a short time, all of them will be checked.
"You are not a disciple of BMW. Who are you?" A Fengxue mountain disciple frowned slightly, then looked at the young man in front of him and said.
"Bang!"
The disciple's identity was revealed. Without any hesitation, he took a slap directly.
"Catch him!" The Fengxue mountain disciple gave a big drink, and all the disciples behind him joined hands and soon surrounded the man.
And the young man in the middle saw the behind the scenes.
He bit his teeth hard, and then drank a lot, and directly opened his martial arts golden elixir.
"Bang!"
Countless disciples of Fengxue mountain were shocked by the aftershock of the explosion. Several disciples even died there on the spot.
The old man with white hair frowned tightly. He didn't expect that someone would dare to come to Fengxue mountain to ask for trouble. Moreover, he disguised himself as a disciple of other sects and sneaked into Fengxue mountain secretly.
After a while, some people were found to have forged their identities, and then they were arrested.
A few of them chose the Jindan, but most of them still chose to surrender.
This time, nearly 50 spies were found out in Fengxue mountain, which is a huge number!
Mo Shan is also a bit confused when he sees the behind the scenes. Where are these guys from?
All the spies in the prison will be detained in the mountain soon.
"It's really made you laugh." The old man with white hair said something embarrassed, and his voice came into everyone's ears again.
The faces of the leaders of different sects are different, and even some of them are still in a state of muddle.
They never dreamed that the disciples of their own sect were impersonated by others.
"Now, the first game officially begins. Please draw the number cards," the old man with white hair turns back to the arena after all the things have been done. He takes a deep breath and says slowly.
Those remaining disciples did not panic, but went to a corner one after another and began to draw their own numbers.
Chu Yun got 647, huangquan 2854 and Lin Qianxue 7630.
Ten thousand monks participated in this competition, and the rules of the competition were very simple.
The huge arena is divided into ten small seats, and ten competition areas are set up respectively.
There were 1000 monks in each division and won the top 100.
Finally, the remaining 1000 monks fought with each other, and finally the top ten were selected.
Speaking of it, Tiandi sect is also very lucky. The three disciples were selected into three different arena.If they were in the same arena, they might meet in advance, and then one of them would be eliminated.
"Please get ready and enter the arena." The old man with white hair said in a deep voice again.
"Hum!" A burst of dazzling light burst out of the arena, and ten separate spaces were separated.
Then, ten masters from the realm of Emperor Wu came from afar and entered the ten arenas respectively.
All of the ten Emperor Wu are the elders or Dharma protectors of Fengxue mountain. They are responsible for the sub referee, and the old man with white hair is the main referee.
Generally speaking, in the competition of secondary three, the disciples of Wu Huang realm are very rare.
After all, even the elder martial brother of Fengxue mountain has only reached the realm of Wu Emperor.
Therefore, the ten powerful Emperor Wu can be said to be more than enough to serve as the referee.
Chu Yun three people fly up one after another, and then enter their own arena, ready to deal with the next battle.
In order to save time, this first game is not a one-on-one match, but a thousand people's scuffle.
When all the disciples were ready, the body of the old man with white hair was slowly lifted into the air. He solemnly said, "now I declare that the hundred gate contest is officially started!"
As soon as the voice of the old man with white hair fell, the scuffle began completely.
In some schools, because there are more disciples participating, many disciples are divided into the same arena. They gather together one after another, and then attack the others.
All of a sudden, countless spiritual powers broke out in the arena, setting off waves of terror.
Most of those gathered together were disciples of the fifth and sixth rate sects. As for those of the fourth class, they did not care to be with them, but chose to fight their own way.
"Just a bunch of mobs." A young disciple with a long sword was standing in the center of the challenge arena. A look of disdain flashed in his eyes, and then he said in a flat voice.
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"Ha ha, what we've lost is just some small fish and shrimps. It's not like your Fengxue mountain, even the first day you've hung up!" The master of Badao sect laughed.
Mo Shan's face suddenly became ugly after hearing the words of the master of badaomen.
This guy really likes which pot he doesn't open. It's too much to beat!
Mo Shan took a deep breath, he forced his anger down, and then turned to look at the challenge arena below.
An old man with white hair came from afar and landed directly in the center of the arena.
His momentum was so terrible that it covered the whole arena almost instantaneously. Everyone felt a strong sense of suffocation and could hardly breathe.
"How can this old guy be so strong?" After seeing the scene in front of him, the headmaster of Badao sect also exclaimed, and he felt a little frightened.
In fact, the strength of the old man with white hair has surpassed the category of the fourth class sect. It is estimated that even among the third class schools, he is also one of the top experts.
"Thank you so much for coming to the snow capped mountains. I'm really honored." The old man with white hair smiles. His hands are behind his back, and his momentum soars into the sky.
Time, as if the world has changed color, all hold their breath, Qi Qi looked at the white haired old man.
"Next, I will announce that the competition will begin soon. Please prepare for the competition in advance." The old man with white hair slowly opened his mouth and said that his voice was not big, but clearly reached everyone's ears.
Chen Xi turned her head to look at the three disciples behind her, and then signaled their end.
Other sects followed suit, bringing their disciples down one after another.
Tens of thousands of disciples gathered together in a long line, ready to accept the inspection of Fengxue mountain.
Fengxue mountain's disciples set out to check the identity of the competitors.
There are tens of thousands of disciples in Fengxue mountain. It is not troublesome to check them. In a short time, all of them will be checked.
"You are not a disciple of BMW. Who are you?" A Fengxue mountain disciple frowned slightly, then looked at the young man in front of him and said.
"Bang!"
The disciple's identity was revealed. Without any hesitation, he took a slap directly.
"Catch him!" The Fengxue mountain disciple gave a big drink, and all the disciples behind him joined hands and soon surrounded the man.
And the young man in the middle saw the behind the scenes.
He bit his teeth hard, and then drank a lot, and directly opened his martial arts golden elixir.
"Bang!"
Countless disciples of Fengxue mountain were shocked by the aftershock of the explosion. Several disciples even died there on the spot.
The old man with white hair frowned tightly. He didn't expect that someone would dare to come to Fengxue mountain to ask for trouble. Moreover, he disguised himself as a disciple of other sects and sneaked into Fengxue mountain secretly.
After a while, some people were found to have forged their identities, and then they were arrested.
A few of them chose the Jindan, but most of them still chose to surrender.
This time, nearly 50 spies were found out in Fengxue mountain, which is a huge number!
Mo Shan is also a bit confused when he sees the behind the scenes. Where are these guys from?
All the spies in the prison will be detained in the mountain soon.
"It's really made you laugh." The old man with white hair said something embarrassed, and his voice came into everyone's ears again.
The faces of the leaders of different sects are different, and even some of them are still in a state of muddle.
They never dreamed that the disciples of their own sect were impersonated by others.
"Now, the first game officially begins. Please draw the number cards," the old man with white hair turns back to the arena after all the things have been done. He takes a deep breath and says slowly.
Those remaining disciples did not panic, but went to a corner one after another and began to draw their own numbers.
Chu Yun got 647, huangquan 2854 and Lin Qianxue 7630.
Ten thousand monks participated in this competition, and the rules of the competition were very simple.
The huge arena is divided into ten small seats, and ten competition areas are set up respectively.
There were 1000 monks in each division and won the top 100.
Finally, the remaining 1000 monks fought with each other, and finally the top ten were selected.
Speaking of it, Tiandi sect is also very lucky. The three disciples were selected into three different arena.If they were in the same arena, they might meet in advance, and then one of them would be eliminated.
"Please get ready and enter the arena." The old man with white hair said in a deep voice again.
"Hum!" A burst of dazzling light burst out of the arena, and ten separate spaces were separated.
Then, ten masters from the realm of Emperor Wu came from afar and entered the ten arenas respectively.
All of the ten Emperor Wu are the elders or Dharma protectors of Fengxue mountain. They are responsible for the sub referee, and the old man with white hair is the main referee.
Generally speaking, in the competition of secondary three, the disciples of Wu Huang realm are very rare.
After all, even the elder martial brother of Fengxue mountain has only reached the realm of Wu Emperor.
Therefore, the ten powerful Emperor Wu can be said to be more than enough to serve as the referee.
Chu Yun three people fly up one after another, and then enter their own arena, ready to deal with the next battle.
In order to save time, this first game is not a one-on-one match, but a thousand people's scuffle.
When all the disciples were ready, the body of the old man with white hair was slowly lifted into the air. He solemnly said, "now I declare that the hundred gate contest is officially started!"
As soon as the voice of the old man with white hair fell, the scuffle began completely.
In some schools, because there are more disciples participating, many disciples are divided into the same arena. They gather together one after another, and then attack the others.
All of a sudden, countless spiritual powers broke out in the arena, setting off waves of terror.
Most of those gathered together were disciples of the fifth and sixth rate sects. As for those of the fourth class, they did not care to be with them, but chose to fight their own way.
"Just a bunch of mobs." A young disciple with a long sword was standing in the center of the challenge arena. A look of disdain flashed in his eyes, and then he said in a flat voice.
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