Junior Disciple C

"Brother, I'm going!"

With unconcealable excitement on Fang Yang's face, he eagerly said to Feng Ye.

Feng Ye smiled and made a cheering gesture: "Come on."

After finishing speaking, Fang Yang turned his head and jumped onto the martial arts arena with neat movements.

The arena is a stone platform about half a meter higher than the ground, 20 meters long and [-] meters wide, not too big, but it is enough to fight.

There are a total of 16 arenas of the same size in the entire martial arts arena. The competitions in each arena are carried out separately, some are faster than others, and some are slower. Therefore, the progress of the 16 arenas is not consistent.

The assignment of opponents is completely random, and the loser will be eliminated directly, without any chance to start over.

This greatly tested everyone's luck. After all, once you meet the champion seed player in the first game like the one opposite Fang Yang, isn't that definitely missing the Floating Island Secret Realm?

Fang Yang had already stepped onto the ring, and the referee yelled three times: "Zhou Liang? Is Zhou Liang there? Zhou Liang! If you don't come again, you will automatically abstain!"

After the ultimatum was issued, a junior disciple named Zhou Liang slowly appeared, and then slowly stepped onto the ring with a look of reluctance.

"Fifth level of Qi refining, I had a chance to get the quota, but unfortunately I hit the iron plate in the first round, what a pity." Hao Chen shook his fan and said something that was not a pity.

Feng Ye smiled lightly when he heard the words, with a bit of disdain.

Hao Chen heard the disdain in Feng Ye's laughter, and couldn't help raising his eyebrows and asked, "Feng Ye, what do you think is wrong with what I said?"

Feng Ye looked at Zhou Liang who was dawdling in the arena but didn't want to compete, and shook his head while replying: "Just because I know the strength of the opponent, I don't even have the courage to fight, even if I really go to the secret realm of the floating island, there is a high probability If you die in it, it is better not to go, there is nothing to regret."

Hao Chen actually agreed with Feng Ye's words, the gap between the fifth and seventh levels of Qi Refining is not absolute, and Zhou Liang is fully capable of fighting Fang Yang.

But looking at the situation in the arena, Fang Yang and Zhou Liang had already fought each other. Zhou Liang probably felt that he had already lost, so his moves were very passive, and he didn't even take the initiative to attack. He didn't even have the slightest idea of ​​winning. .

He was not destined to lose, but his cowardice made him sure to lose.

I thought so, but Hao Chen probably saw that this group of junior disciples' naive martial arts competition was too boring, so he couldn't help but argue with Feng Ye. He said something in his words: "Knowing the strength of the opponent, sometimes it is better to retreat. choose."

Feng Ye's gaze shifted from the competition arena to Hao Chen. He glanced at Hao Chen, and instead of refuting, he nodded in agreement.

Hao Chen was a bit dull for a while. The whole reason why he became interested in Feng Ye was that this person could always fight him equally in areas other than strength, which gave him a sense of excitement of meeting his opponent.

And once Feng Ye stopped arguing with him, he felt empty, bored and flustered.

This kind of mentality is generally called in the world - committing cheapness.

Just when Hao Chen was a little disappointed, Feng Ye suddenly changed the topic: "But..."

Hao Chen's eyes lit up, not only because Feng Ye refuted him, but more because of Feng Ye's expression at the moment.

It should be ordinary facial features, but because of the eyebrows raised like a small sword when speaking and the black pupils flashing a light between self-confidence and conceit, it is like fireworks suddenly exploding in the night sky, or piercing through the clouds Lie Yang lit him up in Hao Chen's eyes.

"Whether strong or not, we have to fight." Feng Ye raised one corner of his lips when speaking, three points unruly, seven points arrogant.

The raised arc was like a sword pointing horizontally. While arousing the fighting spirit in Hao Chen's heart, it also poked his heart gently.

The original appearance of this guy does not know what he looks like.Hao Chen suddenly had such an idea that had nothing to do with their topic.

After thinking about it, he tapped the fan again with a bit of regret. If the body possessed by this guy looked better and met his minimum standard, maybe he would have been moved by that moment.

Prime Minister Turtle would probably cry so much that Bei Hai, a fossil-level bachelor, was finally about to leave his singles.

It's a pity that there is no if, no matter what Feng Ye's original appearance looks like, Hao Chen really can't be tempted by the face he possesses now, his stinky beauty is not only for himself, but also for his partner.

Feng Ye didn't know that Hao Chen was judging himself in his heart, and his thoughts had already gone a thousand miles away.

After he finished speaking, he continued to watch the match in the arena. As he expected, Zhou Liang took the defensive position. Although it took a while, Fang Yang found an opening, hit him with one blow, and eliminated him.

"Fang Yang wins!" The referee pronounced the verdict.

"Brother, I won!" Fang Yang immediately jumped off the ring after winning, and announced the good news to Feng Ye.

Feng Ye actually had a lot to say, he wanted to say that Zhou Liang missed his opening a long time ago, Fang Yang could end the battle faster, and it was a waste of time to delay for so long.

But out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Hao Chen, who was standing aside with his head down, wondering what he was thinking, and he couldn't do anything other than sigh in his heart that this piece of brown sugar was in the way.

In the end, Feng Ye could only give a compliment against his will: "It's amazing."

Fang Yang only thought that he was really good, and bared his big white teeth happily.

It has been almost an hour since the start of the promotion competition. Almost all the junior disciples who signed up for the competition have passed the round. The number has been reduced by more than half, and the remaining ones are somewhat capable. .

Therefore, the two most distinguished members of the Lingxiao Sword Sect, the master Ji Chengyue, and the elder Zhou Zhiqing finally arrived late.

As soon as the two arrived, they sat on the nearly five-meter high platform on one side of the arena, and had a panoramic view of the sixteen rings in the entire arena.

Ji Chengyue and Elder Zhou were sitting on the left and the other on the right, accompanied by two other disciples, Xue Ren and Cao Zirui.

Xue Ren has an easy-going appearance, and his appearance is not particularly brilliant, but because of the humble smile that hangs on the corner of his lips all year round, he looks approachable, and people can't help but feel good about him, and he is very good at dealing with affairs.

As soon as Head Master Ji and Elder Zhou took their seats, Xue Ren saw that there was no tea on the coffee table at their hands, so he hurriedly ordered the disciples next to him to prepare it. Seeing that the sun was too strong today, Xue Ren was so courteous that he asked for an umbrella for the sun.

Cao Zirui, who had been standing aside with his sword in his arms, seemed much colder. He neither took the initiative to bring tea or water to the two elders, nor did he care about whether the master and the elders were sitting in the sun or not.

Although he is a genius in cultivation, it is a pity that he may not even be able to pass the pass in dealing with the world.To put it mildly, he has a cold personality. To put it bluntly, he doesn't know etiquette, and doesn't know how to respect teachers and elders.

However, Master Ji was quite different from ordinary people's opinions. Seeing Xue Ren's haste, he was not happy, but rather angry. He frowned and reprimanded: "Enough, you are not a servant!" , just do some superfluous things, learn more from your junior brother when you have time, and put more thought into cultivation."

Xue Ren's cheerful face froze for a moment, and his hand hanging by his side was imperceptibly clenched.

However, Cao Zirui turned a deaf ear to Master's criticism of his senior brother and his praise, he just stood aside without saying a word, his expression indifferent.

Elder Zhou saw that the atmosphere was a bit tense, so he smoothed things over and said, "It's not superfluous, I happen to be thirsty too, so it's just right to have a cup of tea."

Master Ji saw that Elder Zhou had interrupted, so he didn't continue, but he didn't give Xue Ren a good face either.

Xue Ren waited for the tea to be served, and after serving it to Elder Zhou and Master himself, he stood quietly aside.

I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, he specially chose a position far away from Cao Zirui.