I asked you to go down the mountain and get married, not to shock the world!

After Su Hongzhen finished speaking, many people below immediately let out voices of helpless envy.

"The top three? Need I even say that? This year's top three must be Senior Brother, Senior Brother Luo Yang, and that dark horse Cang Ziang!"

"Isn't that right? Well, it seems like we're just here to run along again..."

……

Su Hongzhen's eyes darkened.

"quiet!"

The scene suddenly became quiet.

A huge glazed turntable rose up on the side of the arena, engraved with densely packed numbers, each number corresponding to the name of a participating disciple.

A jade box is suspended in the center of the turntable, filled with countless bamboo sticks.

"Please come forward one by one to draw lots!" the elder in charge of presiding over the competition shouted loudly.

The disciples immediately lined up, walked forward eagerly, and took out bamboo sticks from the jade box.

After seeing the numbers above, some people are happy and some are sad...

If we meet a strong opponent in the first round, I'm afraid we will have to stop there.

Mingchuan was looking at the turntable when Su Hao patted him on the shoulder. "Junior Brother Ziang, go draw the lots. With your ability, getting into the top three is no problem!"

Yaya stood on tiptoe, raised her hands and shouted, "Come on, brother Ziang!"

Mingchuan smiled, straightened his robe, and walked towards the place where the lots were drawn.

The sunlight shone on him, and the scabbard of the Liuyun soft sword glowed with a dark golden light in the sunlight, attracting a lot of attention.

This newly promoted Jindan cultivator is undoubtedly the biggest highlight of this competition!

Everyone is now very curious about which unlucky guy will be able to directly face off against this year's dark horse?

As Mingchuan walked to the drawing table, he heard a commotion behind him.

Turning around, he saw a burly, red-faced man pushing through the crowd and coming over. His shirt was open, revealing his muscular body. It was Zhao Hu, the outer sect disciple known for his brute force.

"Cang Ziang!"

Zhao Hu's voice was so resonant that it attracted the attention of the surrounding disciples. "I don't care what number you draw. Sooner or later, I will challenge you to a duel!"

He finished fourth in the outer sect competition last year and thought he could break into the top three this year, but he didn't expect Mingchuan to suddenly emerge. He had been holding back his energy for a long time.

Mingchuan raised his eyebrows and was about to speak when the elder in charge of drawing lots frowned, "Zhao Hu, obey the rules!"

Zhao Hu snorted angrily, but still glared at Mingchuan fiercely, pulled out a bamboo stick and turned away.

The number on the bamboo stick was seventeen. The veins in his hand bulged as he held the stick, and he was obviously praying that he would not encounter a strong enemy too early.

Mingchuan withdrew his gaze and took out a bamboo stick from the jade box.

The bamboo stick has a soft texture and is engraved with the number "nine" and the opponent's name is written next to it: Li Qing.

"Li Qing?"

Mingchuan was unfamiliar with the name, and immediately a familiar inner sect disciple came over and whispered, "Junior Brother Ziang, this Li Qing is an inner sect disciple, at the ninth level of Qi training. He's skilled in using a pair of fire wheels, and he ranked fifteenth last year, so he's not weak."

"Ahem... He's just a small fry at the ninth level of Qi Refining. He's certainly vulnerable in front of you, Junior Brother Ziang."

"You'd better be gentle later... This will be too embarrassing for the person you're facing..."

Mingchuan smiled, nodded, and put the bamboo sticks away.

The ninth level of Qi training was naturally nothing in his eyes, but being able to rank fifteenth in the sect competition meant that the other party at least had some unique qualities.

He had just walked back to the VIP seats when he saw Yaya running over, holding a newly bought candy figure. "Brother Ziang, what number did you draw?"

"Number nine." Mingchuan took the candy figure she handed him, but Jinwa snatched it away and stuffed it into his mouth, mumbling, "Brother Ziang will definitely win!"

Chen Shu watched intently from the sidelines and pointed at the arena, saying, "Brother Ziang, look, the first round of competition has already begun, and the first one to go is Zhao Hu."

Mingchuan looked up and saw that Zhao Hu had already jumped onto the arena. Opposite him stood a disciple in green clothes, who seemed to be only at the seventh level of Qi training.

Without saying a word, Zhao Hu rushed forward with his fists wrapped in red flames. His fists smashed into the opponent's defensive shield, smashing it to pieces!

The green-clothed disciple was so frightened that he admitted defeat on the spot, causing laughter from the audience.

"This guy is still so reckless." Su Hao shook his head, "But his Fiery Fist has become more and more refined."

Jin Man took a sip of his spiritual tea and said slowly, "No matter how strong one's brute force is, it's useless when faced with true skill. Look at his weak spiritual power. At best, he'll only be in the top 20."

Su Hao didn't quite believe what Jin Man said.

After winning the next round, Zhao Hu looked at Mingchuan with a provocative look.

He even charged with both fists, as if he wanted to capture Mingchuan and crush him to death!

Mingchuan looked at the guy and thought to himself.

Outer disciple, foundation-building stage.

There's something.

The resources for outer disciples are not very good, but this guy was able to reach the foundation-building stage by relying on his brute force.

And this kid looks a bit like Axiong.

If he could be recruited as his younger brother, he would definitely become a general by his side in the future.

Just as Mingchuan was thinking about this guy, several matches had already been completed on the stage.

Some advanced without any major problems, some left the stage in disappointment, and a few matches were so close that they drew cheers from the audience.

When it came to the seventh game, Luo Yang actually came on the court!

He was dressed in a white Taoist robe, twirling a folding fan in his hand, and his face looked exceptionally cold and handsome.

As soon as he came on stage, he attracted screams from countless girls.

His opponent was a disciple at the eighth level of Qi training. As soon as he summoned his flying sword, Luo Yang tapped him lightly with his folding fan.

Several fine threads of fire flew out from the folding fan and wrapped around the flying sword like a spirit snake. With a slight twist, they cut the sword in half, scaring the opponent into admitting defeat immediately.

The whole process went smoothly, without even breaking a sweat!

"Senior Brother Luo Yang is so handsome! You are worthy of it!"

"Ahhhhh!!"

Screams came and went.

Mingchuan was helpless. He looked at Su Hao beside him and said with a smile, "Why didn't I know that Senior Brother Luo Yang was so popular among the female disciples before?"

Su Hao smiled and said, "Maybe you haven't noticed it."

"Senior Brother Luo Yang is still so awesome!" Even Yaya couldn't help but applaud.

But when she saw Mingchuan still beside her, she immediately changed the subject: "But he's definitely not as good as Brother Ziang!"

Mingchuan smiled helplessly and reached out to rub the little girl's head: "You little girl."

"Hehe..." Yaya smiled guiltily.

Mingchuan continued to focus his gaze forward.

He could feel that although the fire spiritual power in Luo Yang's body was not as strong as his own, it was circulated extremely exquisitely. It was obvious that his understanding of the "Burning Heaven Art" was much deeper than that of ordinary disciples.

"In the next match, number nine, Cang Ziang will face Li Qing!" The voice of the presiding elder sounded.

Mingchuan straightened his robe and was about to stand up when Jinman suddenly spoke.

"Don't be so hasty to kill, show some mercy."