Chapter 1247: Nineteenth

Such a rare seedling of genius cannot be underestimated.

But this elder Meng seemed to be very hostile to him, and has been belittling him from the beginning to now, and he has hardly missed every opportunity to speak.

This left everyone speechless.

Elder Meng is also a sect elder anyway, how can his vision be so low, how can his mind be so narrow?

The two white-robed elders next to him wanted to refute, but after subconsciously looking at each other, they couldn't help shaking their heads and sneered at the same time, too lazy to speak.

And hearing Elder Meng's repeated depreciation and rejection, Sect Master Chu Tianhua also frowned slightly, and a strange color flashed in his eyes.

Of course, he didn't bother to ask whether there was any discord between Elder Meng and Jiang Tian, ​​this kind of thing was far from enough to make him bother to deal with it.

The arena competition continued, and more than 700 pairs of disciples appeared one after another.

Since half of the disciples had been eliminated before, and everyone's spiritual power had been lost, the progress of the test was significantly faster.

Dozens of arenas continued to roar, and a pair of inner disciples shot with all their strength, the scene was extremely fierce!

boom!

The inner disciple Pang Ning advanced!

Rumble!

Chu Yun, the inner disciple, passed!

Inner sect master Mu Yunyun advanced strongly...Boom!

With the final dozens of arenas deciding the winners and losers, this round came to an end, the roar in the square quickly dropped, and the fluctuations in spiritual power also dissipated.

The eliminated disciples quickly withdrew, and the more than 700 disciples who passed the test just took a short break and swallowed the pill to replenish their spiritual power, and the new draw began immediately.

After the signing was confirmed, the elder Zongmen gave an order to start the next round immediately!

"So fast!"

"Sigh! I haven't even had time to refine the pill, is this too nervous?"

"Oh! Why did I get the number one pick?"

"Hehe, I'm the No. 10 pick, no different from you!"

Several inner disciples gathered together to show a bitter smile. There are dozens of arenas on the square, and the competition will begin at the same time.

There is no difference between the No. 1 pick and the No. 10 and No. 20 picks, and they must be on the stage for the first time.

This made them all complain, but the rules of the sect were already established, and they naturally couldn't resist.

However, everyone's reaction was also different, and the disciple who was at the top of the lottery was naturally gloomy.

Because they have no time to rest at all, and even the pill can not be completely refined, the situation of rushing to fight in this state can be imagined!

As for the disciples at the back of the lottery, most of them feel a little relaxed, and use this rare waiting time to quickly refine the pill and restore their spiritual power.

Although they felt that the rules were too strict and the time was too tight, they were better than the first batch of disciples who came to power.

Seeing everyone whispering and annoyed, the Zongmen elder who presided over the meeting shook his head and smiled.

"Does everyone have a lot of opinions? Haha, it's not necessary!"

"Huh?" After hearing the words, everyone muttered and looked at him intently.

The elder said coldly: "The lottery is randomly selected. Although some people are placed in the front, they passed the stage quite early in the last round and have enough rest time. There is no need to care about the order of the lottery."

"This……"

"Hehe, it would be great if the elder said it was so ideal!"

Everyone shook their heads and smiled bitterly.

This kind of remark is of course only a kind of comfort. In fact, many disciples have just finished the last round of competition, and in a blink of an eye they have drawn the top dozens of lottery numbers, which is equivalent to a revolving round, and there is more than one such person. And got it.

"Huh! Even if you have opinions, it's useless. If you can't bear the pressure of Zongmen Huiwu, what qualifications do you have to meet the challenge of the Canglan Martial Arts Conference?"

As the words spread, everyone was speechless!

Yes, if you can't adapt to this little rule, how can you compete with the geniuses of Tianluo Sect, Jin Yuanzong, and even the entire Canglan Kingdom?

After thinking about this, the depression in their hearts was slightly calmed down.

"Hehe, don't think too much, everyone. Although the elder's words are true, there are only a handful of people who have a real chance to stand on that stage!"

"Hey, our strength is just to join in the fun."

"Well, I won't ask for anything at that time, it's enough to have a place for me to observe the performance of those geniuses!"

Everyone was joking and resolving each other's depression. At this time, dozens of disciples with the top lottery numbers had already begun to appear under the elder's call.

"Nineteenth..." Looking at the sign in his hand, Jiang Tian couldn't help but shook his head and smiled.

It seems that he and the number "nine" are really related. This number has been in the lottery from the beginning, and it has been the same three times in a row. I have to say that it is also a coincidence.

Jiang Tian stepped onto the 19th ring and handed over the lottery to the deacon disciple, but at this time, his opponent had not yet appeared.

"Hey! He turned out to be him on the nineteenth? This..."

Seeing this scene, a certain inner disciple in the crowd of people preparing for battle violently twitched his eyes, cold sweat on his forehead, so that the conspicuous red robe kept trembling with his body.

"Junior Brother Mei, what's the situation?"

"what happened?"

Seeing this suddenly nervous disciple in Hongpao, several of his fellow students gathered around him, and they understood the sign in his hand!

"Hehe, Junior Brother Mei is really lucky!"

"Ah...what's not bad? You have seen Jiang Tian's strength. Even Gao Hanyang is not his opponent. How can I compete with him?"

"Hehe, Junior Brother Mei, you are a master of the inner sect, how can you be afraid of a junior in the outer sect?"

Everyone couldn't help but ridicule, but their faces were more or less depressed.

Before that, they didn’t care much about Jiang Tian, ​​thinking that his name came from lighting up the Xuanyang monument, but after witnessing his fight with Gao Hanyang, they knew that this young man really had something. strength.

Let’s talk about Gao Hanyang. The ordinary disciple of the inner sect can hardly lift his head in front of him, and he has been timid before fighting.

Such characters are not Jiang Tian opponents, and they are naturally even more useless.

The red-robed disciple surnamed Mei twitched his eyes, and said angrily: "What is the outer junior? Don't make such a joke. I would rather change opponents, even if it is our top genius in the inner sect, than to fight against him."

Everyone was silent after hearing the words, and their faces were embarrassed.

His meaning is very clear. It is not a shame to lose in the hands of the top geniuses in the inner sect, and he can even take the opportunity to ask for advice.

But if he was defeated by Jiang Tian, ​​he would not be able to survive anyway. Although he had surpassed Gao Hanyang to become the new first person in the outer sect, he was still just an outer sect.

For the inner disciple who has always been aloof, this is somewhat of a shame.

"No. 19 will play quickly, otherwise it will be considered a waiver!"

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