Chapter 230: Ling Huazong is nothing but

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After half an hour, the head of Xuanyuan and Du Gu arrived.

The head of Xuanyuan stood on the stage and spoke a few words of politeness. It was nothing more than welcoming Tianmen to visit, and then what friendship was first, and the nonsense of the second.

After the polite words, the subject began to enter the topic, and the competition officially began.

The people of the Tianmen School were obviously well prepared. As soon as the head of the Xuanyuan School stepped down from the ring, a male disciple of the Tianmen School jumped into the ring.

"I am a new entry disciple of the Tianmen School, Wang Dongliang, who is practicing spirit level 7. Which one of the Linghua Sect is willing to come up and learn from me!"

The four major schools are conducting entrance tests almost at the same time, so this Wang Dongliang is also a new disciple who has less than a year of entry. It is natural for Ling Huazong to find someone with a matching identity to come on stage and fight.

"Linghua Zong Dongfeng's new entry disciple Mo Zuo went to war." Elder Qu knew more about these new entry disciples, so the head of Xuanyuan gave him the arrangement of candidates.

A male disciple wearing Linghuazong's outer clothing jumped onto the ring, and the two arched their hands. After the name was reported routinely, they would start. Suddenly, Yun Chujiu exclaimed.

Suddenly, both the two people on the stage and the people around them turned their attention to Yun Chujiu.

Yun Chujiu looked around and laughed twice: "Sorry, sorry! I just had a nightmare! I dreamed that the Tianmen faction's secret tricks continued, what sneak attacks, pretend to be dead, poison, hidden weapons Ah, Fu Zhuan, I was awakened directly! Brother Mo, you must be careful! There are no fathers and sons in this battlefield, you can't be soft on him! "

Wang Dongliang was half dead, how could this sound so awkward, not to mention anything else, just to say that there is no father and son on the battlefield, who is the father and the son? !

Mo Zuo was already extremely smart, and Yun Chujiu's subtext was naturally understood, so he was a little wary.

Sure enough, after the two started, Wang Dongliang flicked three gold needles and flew straight to Mo Zuo's face.

If it were n’t for Yun Chujiu ’s previous reminder, Mo Zuo would inevitably get a stroke, but he was already mentally prepared to tilt his body back, avoiding the three golden needles, and having the seal on his hand Blade straight to Wang Dongliang.

Wang Dongliang thought that his golden needle would succeed, and he was negligent for a while. Although he evaded the four wind blades, he was cut by the edge of a wind blade on his abdomen.

Wang Dongliang screamed and hurriedly took the hemostatic elixir, then said with a pale face: "I admit defeat!"

Du Guyi's face was gloomy, and he sent another disciple to the ring.

When Elder Qu saw the move, he also sent a disciple of the corresponding spiritual power to appear.

After so many rounds, both sides have lost or won, and Linghua Sect relies on the advantage of the people and has a slight advantage. The score battle has become 5 to 4.

The next round is crucial. If Ling Huazong wins, then the contest is won. If the Tianmen faction wins, the two sides can only test one more round.

Everyone did not expect that the crucial round of Tianmen faction actually sent a beautiful woman to the stage.

The woman is beautiful and refined, like a fairy who does not eat the fireworks on earth, but with a proud look on her face: "Su Yanran, a new entry disciple of the Tianmen School, has eight layers of spirits! Who will fight me?"

Yun Chujiu looked at it, and it really was Su Yanran he knew.

Eight layers of spiritual refining? This Su Yanran seems to have some adventures, otherwise it will be impossible to rise from the fifth layer of spiritual cultivation to the eighth layer of spiritual cultivation in just half a year.

Elder Qu was a little bit difficult. The only new disciple was Liao Chuan who was in the eighth floor of refining the spirit, and he had just broken through half a month ago. The Su Yanran on the stage looked at the end of the eighth floor, leaving the spirit Nine floors away, we will probably lose this game.

Sure enough, after Liao Chuan came to power, despite his strong support, after dozens of rounds, Su Yanran was hit in the abdomen and could only admit defeat.

Su Yanran smiled coldly and proudly: "Linghuazong, but that's it! Our Tianmen faction is still playing by me in the test, I don't know which Linghuazong came to power to fight me?"