The gloomy and crazy Master is drooling over me

The competition entered a fierce stage, and almost 90% of the disciples on the field were eliminated. The originally empty seats were gradually filled with disciples, most of whom stared at the monks who eliminated them with hatred.

Either expect the opponent to be eliminated like you, or try to resolve the opponent's moves to defeat you...

Of course, there were also people who admired the strong and began to search for the top ten strongest people in the water mirror. Some even talked with their fellow disciples in a good mood and bet on who would be the winner.

"My senior sister is the best in the sect. This time, Wang Xian will definitely be in trouble."

"Nonsense, my brother's Eight Sounds Soul Control is superb, no matter how powerful he is, he will be defeated."

"What's the point of Eight Sounds to Control the Soul? Can't you just plug your ears?"

"The sound penetrates the soul, do you have any knowledge?"

"You are the ones who are ignorant. Didn't you see someone who could reverse time and space just now?" The disciple who was annoyed by the noise spoke up from behind his seat.

"Pfft...are you kidding me?"

"It's so funny, what's the meaning of time reversal? Why don't I feel anything at all?"

"believe it or not."

In the competition among the five sects, there is only one first place, no place for second, third, fourth, or fifth. Only the first place will leave a deep impression.

In the past thousand years, Wangxian was the leader, winning seven games. The other two were won by Jinlei Sect and Huoling Sect by one.

Among them, the most outstanding match of Wang Xiansheng was the one that Wei Yan was in. He swept the top five and finally turned the competition into a competition among Yu Fu disciples, and became famous in one battle.

Of course, this phenomenon of geniuses gathering together is still rare after all, and disciples from each sect can occupy one or two of the top ten places, so it is not too embarrassing.

I just don’t know what the outcome will be this time.

Elder Wudu looked at the number of remaining disciples of Wangxian in the field, and after secretly calculating in his mind, he came up with twenty-one people, which accounted for one-third of the remaining number in the field.

Among them, the Beiming Sect has the weakest fighting force, with less than five people, and they are all independent and not to be feared.

Slightly better than Bei Ming is the Xuanwu Sect in the Southern Region, which still has eight people.

These two sects have never been the favorites to win the championship. They have been in the running for a thousand years. There is no need to take it seriously. Most of the time, they just bring their disciples here to compete and show off, with the main focus on learning.

The ones that need to be paid attention to are the Jinlei Sect, which now has 18 people left, and the slightly more competitive Huoling Sect, which has 11 people left.

He thought to himself that the Fire Spirit Sect's disciples were united, and the eleven of them had gathered together with the unique Fire Spirit Sect mark to form a combat team.

The disciples of the Golden Thunder Sect are led by three geniuses who emerged in recent years. They are divided into three camps and seem to be at odds with each other internally.

If it can drive the tiger to swallow the wolf, it would be a good idea.

pity……

He turned his gaze back to the disciples of the Delusion Immortal Sect. Although there were still twenty-one left, the only ones who had truly formed an alliance were the duo of Shen Xuanxuan and Yue Qiong.

And it was obvious to the naked eye that Yue Qiong was forced.

The disciples of Wangxian are united to the outside world, but they have a shortcoming: they appear humble on the outside, but are actually too arrogant in their bones.

They relied on their talent and hard work to climb the ladder to immortality, surpassing countless people who had entered the door. The disciples they became were elders who had at least reached the level of Divine Transformation and were honored with titles.

The number of members in a sect is small but elite, which means more resources to be allocated and the path to cultivating immortals is mostly smooth.

And he has the support of the world's number one sect.

With confidence, one will naturally develop pride, and pride will give rise to pride, and pride will rather break than bend.

Therefore, he is unwilling to be teammates with others and becomes a lone ranger.

If the competition could dampen the enthusiasm of most of the disciples, it would be beneficial to their future growth.

Thinking of this, Wudu's already relaxed mood became even more relaxed, and he even looked forward to having more disciples from friendly sects come to send out the disciple of Wangxian.

Young people, the sooner you realize that being too rigid will lead to failure, the better.

The next second, two more disciples appeared in front of him. They stood in the middle of the square with confused looks on their faces, and they had not yet put away the magic weapons in their hands.

The next moment, he put his expression into control and was taken back by his master.

Wu Du glanced and said: Why isn't he my disciple of the Immortal Master...

It’s from the Jinlei Sect.

Each class is getting worse than the last.

He shook his head, gently spat out the tea leaves that had accidentally entered his mouth into the teacup, and continued to watch leisurely.

The elder of the Jinlei Sect standing by had a worried look on his face. What was that bald guy looking at?

A venerable monk who has lived for thousands of years has no bearing of a venerable monk at all and even imitates the sound of a child making spitting sounds. How childish!

There are still sixteen disciples in his sect, and it is still uncertain who will win!

He comforted himself in this way, but his hands couldn't help leaving a few fingerprints on the armrest.

Humph.

In the water mirror scene, the eleven disciples of the Fire Spirit Sect started a hunting campaign and carried out a siege, because the chance of encountering the disciples of the Delusion Immortal was the highest.

As a result, many lone wolves who were arrogant and wanted to become immortals were killed in group fights along the way.

And as the number of people decreases, the scope of the competition will be reduced in time, and the chance of meeting each other will become higher and higher.

"It's too unfair that you're outnumbered!" The fleeing disciple frowned and clicked his tongue, then turned around and flew in another direction.

However, she ran into a well-controlled wall of fire, which did not damage any unnecessary flowers, plants or trees, but simply blocked her way.

"This is a sect competition, not personal honor. We haven't violated any rules in anything. How can it be unfair?" A voice came from behind the wall of fire, and a flame whip broke through the wall and attacked instantly.

As she turned over to dodge, the Fire Spirit Sect disciples following behind her caught up with her, "Brother, we stopped them!"

The surroundings were instantly filled with a wall of fire, sending the unwilling disciple out of the competition site.

When she came out with an angry look on her face, her face was covered with ashes from the flames, and she looked extremely embarrassed.

Seeing this, Wu Du raised his hand and pressed the person directly to the seat, not allowing her to continue to be angry. He controlled her and said in a gentle tone: "When you come out, watch carefully."

"Yes." The disciple was originally angry but Wudu's words dispelled his anger.

She was just angry at the other sect's disciples' despicable behavior, but she was unwilling to accept that her skills were inferior to theirs!

As long as there are not eleven people, there is a chance that she can survive if three or five people besiege her.

She just didn't believe that there was any disciple who could escape from the siege of more than a dozen people of the same level. She raised her hand to support her chin, thinking angrily, and hoped that the disciples of her sect could be gathered together quickly.

Even if they just pile up in numbers, they will be killed.

This battle taught her a valuable lesson: cooperation leads to win-win results.

Watching the disciples of the Golden Thunder Sect and the Fire Spirit Sect eliminating the disciples of the Delusion Immortal one by one like a hunting net, Wudu was calm and composed, without a trace of panic on his face.

What are you afraid of? !

Sheng Qing is still here, and so is her senior sister...

Time passed by minute by minute, and the battle became tense. Finally, in the early morning of the fourth day, the number of the Delusion Immortals was surpassed by the Golden Thunder Sect disciples for the first time, and only twelve people were left.

Many disciples off the field were extremely anxious and wanted to go on the field to wake them up.

Still fighting alone! ?

Others are all in groups, hurry up!

Let’s team up and fight back!

Unfortunately, the howling in my heart could not be transmitted into the water mirror.

I can only torture myself in my heart.