I, the Qingyun Sword Immortal, sign in with Lu Xueqi at the beginning

Chapter 32: Meeting Zeng Shushu again, a direct blow
Qingyunmen Square!
Countless disciples gathered together for the same purpose.

They gathered at this place from all directions, forming a huge crowd.

There was an atmosphere of excitement and anticipation in the crowd, and people were scrambling forward, hoping to occupy a favorable position.

The sunlight shone through the thin clouds like gauze, illuminating the sea of ​​people and creating layers of golden light.

Zhang Ding had never seen so many people from Qingyun Sect. They were standing in the square with delighted looks on their faces.

At this time, Zhang Ding saw a familiar figure.

Wearing Feng Huifeng's clothes, wearing ornaments on his head, holding a jade fan, he looks elegant and handsome!
"Zeng Shushu!"

When Zeng Shushu heard Zhang Ding's voice, he was frightened and turned around and ran away!

Zhang Ding's anger suddenly rose, and he immediately chased after him, "Zeng Shushu, stop right there!"

The two of them kept chasing each other in the crowd.

Xiao Hui stood on Zhang Ding's shoulder, grinning and hitting Zeng Shushu with the fruit core, with a high hit rate!

"Junior Brother Zhang Ding, I had no choice before. Besides, it's been so long, so let's not worry about it anymore!"

"You bastard, I treat you as a brother, but you ruined my reputation!"

"Stop, I promise not to beat you to death!"

Zeng Shushu was not that stupid and always kept a distance of several dozen feet from Zhang Ding.

"If you have anything to say, just stand there and say it!"

Zhang Ding moved and Zeng Shushu ran away instantly.

The master of Fenghui Peak practiced physical skills, and his body was agile and extremely fast. Zhang Ding really couldn't catch up with him.

"Shhhhh!"

Two figures kept shuttling through the crowd!

"If I catch you, you'll be dead!"

At this time, the surrounding disciples said excitedly, "Look, the senior and junior sisters from Xiaozhu Peak are here!"

Everyone looked towards the disciples of Xiaozhu Peak.

Zhang Ding hadn't seen Lu Xueqi, Xiao Shi and others for a long time, so he didn't bother to chase Zeng Shushu.

As soon as he turned around, he bumped into Lu Xueqi.

The two people's heads hit each other hard. Lu Xueqi felt a pain and said angrily, "There are so many people, what are you chasing in the crowd?"

Zhang Ding took two steps back, "No, no!"

Then he said with joy on his face, "Senior Sister Lu Xueqi, Senior Sister Wenmin, Senior Sister Su, Senior Sister Fang, you are all here!"

When everyone saw Zhang Ding, they showed some joy on their faces.

"It's been over a year since we last met. You must have gotten stronger!"

Xiao Shi also came up and said angrily, "Humph, Senior Sister took such good care of you in the past, but now that you have a new home, you have forgotten our old home and don't even come back to visit!"

Zhang Ding scratched the back of his head.

"Hehe, it's because I'm too busy practicing. I'll visit you in person after a while!"

Senior Sister Wenmin said, "Forget it, you'd better not come. Master's temperament changes drastically when he hears about Wan Jianfeng's affairs!"

Zhang Ding nodded slightly. It was all her own fault. What did it have to do with other people?

quickly,

Disciples from various sects gathered in the square.

The headmaster and the other six sect leaders were sitting suspended on the throne in front, except for one person, who was Master Shuiyue.

Taoist Master Daoxuan smiled slightly, walked back to his seat, and glanced at Taoist Cangsong. Taoist Cangsong then stepped forward and said in a loud voice: "Everyone, you are all the best of the younger generation of Qingyun Sect. My Qingyun lineage has been established for more than 2,000 years. It is the orthodox Taoist and the leader of the righteous way.

But the ancients said: "Business prospers from diligence and is ruined by laziness." Another saying goes: "If you don't advance, you will retreat when you sail against the current."

In order to warn future generations and to help young disciples, the ancestors of my sect passed down the Seven Clans Martial Arts Competition, which has been held for 20 years now. "

"This year, we have added a new branch, the Wanjian Peak, which also shows that our Qingyun Sect is prosperous and far better than in the past, and is at its peak!"

Everyone looked at Wan Jian, with admiration on their faces!
Taoist Cangsong continued, "The number of participants in this test has doubled, so there are some changes in the drawing of lots. Please take a look!"

As he spoke, he pointed to the open space on the right side of the hall. Everyone looked and saw a large square mahogany box placed there.

There was only a small hole on the upper side that was big enough for an arm to fit through.

"In the mahogany box, there are a total of sixty-three wax pills, each wrapped with a note with numbers from one to sixty-three written on it!"

The disciples suddenly burst into a commotion.
Taoist Cangsong continued, “After the drawing of lots is completed, the competition will be based on the numbers, with number one against sixty-four, two against sixty-three, three against sixty-two, and so on.

In the second round, the winner of number one and sixty-four will face the winner of number two and sixty-three.

And so on, all the way to the final battle. Do you understand?"

The Qingyun Sect disciples standing in the hall were silent for a while, and suddenly someone shouted: "Excuse me, Master Cangsong, there are clearly sixty-four people, why are there only sixty-three wax pills?"

Zhang Ding paused. Isn't this a question that he already knows the answer to? Each peak has nine people, and there are only eight people in Dazhu Peak in total. That means there are only sixty-three people in total!
Cangsong waved his robe with his right hand and said in a low voice, "For this martial arts competition, each of the eight peaks will send nine people, and the total number of people is seventy-two. However, due to insufficient numbers in some peaks, there are only sixty-three people!"

Everyone looked towards Dazhu Peak.

Tian Ling'er and others showed anger and indignation on their faces.

But when he looked at Wan Jianfeng again, he felt a little balanced again!
After all, they have eight people, while Wanjianfeng only has one, which is more unfair to them in comparison!
Someone spoke up again, "Doesn't that mean that the disciple who gets number one can advance directly without having to compete?"

Cangsong said in a low voice, "That's right!"

Excitement showed on everyone's faces again. Is this considered a sect benefit? If you grab number one, you can advance directly!

Cangsong paused for a moment, then said loudly, "Okay, let's start drawing lots now!"

As Cangsong's mind moved slightly, sixty-three wax balls immediately flew into the crowd.

The fellow disciples immediately began to scramble for the items.

Without saying a word, Zhang Ding soared into the air and grabbed one first, hoping to get number one and advance directly!

Zhang Ding opened it and took a look.
"Damn it, number six!"

Cangsong spoke again, "Number one, who got number one!"

Everyone looked around, trying to find the chosen one.

Seeing no one responded,
Cangsong spoke again, "Who gets number one!"

Zhang Xiaofan looked at the note in his hand with a look of shock on his face.

After a pause, he raised his hand.

"Yes, here I am!"

"Wow!"

The scene became noisy again, with countless disciples whispering and discussing.

The disciples of Dazhu Peak had delighted expressions on their faces.

"Junior brother, congratulations, you have been promoted directly!"

"Junior brother is so lucky. Our Dazhu Peak can finally hold on to the second round!"

Tian Linger said angrily, "Humph, that's all because of your incompetence. If I participated, I would definitely make it to the finals!"

Although Zhang Ding was a little disappointed, he was also happy for Xiaofan.

In the original book, it was Xiaofan who got number one. It turns out that some things are destined!
(End of this chapter)