I started cultivating immortals from the first level of Qi refining in the city

It is worth mentioning that Wuji's dress has undergone major changes.

In the past three years, for Lan Miaoyi's return to secular life, he wore a black leather jacket every day.

But now, he put on the cassock again, with a solemn treasure appearance, like an eminent monk, very sacred.

So far, the second round is over.

There are a total of twelve tracks, and now six tracks have been tested.

The winners are Wudang Wangye of the first track.

Simon Longyin on the second track.

Wang Fugui from the fifth track,

Emei Zhao Zhiruo of the sixth track.

Taishan Stone Nine Days on the Ninth Circuit.

The Buddha of the tenth track has no foundation.

Next.

Now it's the turn of the third track, the seventh track, and the No.11 track.

It didn't take long for the contestants of the three tracks to board their respective rings.

"Damn it, what's the situation on the third track? Why is there a four-year-old girl on it?"

"This little sister is so cute. She is carved in pink and jade. She must have stumbled into the ring by mistake. Her adults don't care about it."

"Huh? Isn't this the daughter of the leader of Jiufeng Mountain, Su Youyou?"

"What, Qian Shanxue's daughter, etc. Qian Shanxue said earlier that Su Yang is the father of her child, so this little girl is Su Yang's daughter!?"

"The daughter of the remnants of the Su family is actually in the ring. What do you mean? What does she want to do?"

That's right.

Su Youyou signed up to participate in the Hundred Schools of Martial Arts, and was assigned to the third track. At this time, she has already entered the ring.

"Why hasn't Dad come yet?"

At this moment, Su Youyou looked around, looking forward to Su Yang's appearance.

She wanted her father to see her in the ring and give him a surprise.

But it was his turn to play the game, but his father was not there, and Su Youyou's cute little face showed a hint of disappointment.

"Yuyou, come on, Uncle Fugui will record the screen for you. When you see your father, you can show it to him." Wang Fugui from the audience held up his mobile phone and cheered Su Youyou on.

"Hmm."

Su Youyou was encouraged, she clenched her fists and said with a firm gaze: "Uncle Fugui, I will work hard, and I won't lose Dad's face!"

When the contestants on stage and the audience saw Su Youyou's cute appearance, they burst out laughing, and didn't pay attention to Su Youyou at all.

at this time.

on the high seat.

"Qian Shanxue, take care of your daughter, let her go down quickly, the arena is not a place to play around!" said the charity teacher too coldly.

Before Qian Shanxue let her down, she was worried that she didn't know how to respond, so naturally she would not miss this opportunity.

"Master."

Hearing this, Qian Shanxue smiled softly and said, "My daughter signed up, why did you let her go down?"

"This girl is only four years old, what kind of competition is she playing, isn't she making trouble?" the charity teacher said in a deep voice.

"The Hundred Schools of Martial Arts has only an upper limit for the age of the contestants, but no lower limit."

Qian Shanxue said: "What's the matter with the four-year-old, is there a rule that four-year-old children cannot participate in the competition?"

"you!"

"Strong words and unreasonable words, no eyesight in the ring, there will be times when you regret it!"

The philanthropist said too coldly, and then stopped asking about this matter.

The other big figures at the scene didn't say much, after all, Su Youyou didn't break the rules.

Everyone just took this as a small episode, no one paid much attention to it, and the game started soon.

Among the contestants on the third track, Song Qingyang from Mount Qingcheng was quite famous, with his unfathomable boxing skills, he defeated countless young talents who boasted of their arrogance.

Although his prestige is not as good as Wudang Wangye, Buddha's son has no foundation, Ximen Longyin, Taishan Stone Nine Heavens, but it should not be underestimated.

As soon as Song Qingyang entered the stage, several contestants surrounded him.

"Hehe, mob!"

Song Qingyang was not afraid at all. After sneering, he raised his fists to kill all directions, punching to the flesh, and several contestants retreated in a row.

As for Su Youyou, no one paid attention to her, and they didn't take any action against her, she was completely transparent.

After all, Su Youyou is from Jiufeng Mountain, her mother is the alliance leader Qian Shanxue, and her great-grandpa is the top master of the older generation, Millennium Killer.

As for the Millennium Killer, he is notoriously protective of the calf, and has a hot temper. The contestants in the third track are naturally unwilling to provoke Su Youyou.

The most important thing is because Su Youyou is a four-year-old child, even if he defeats Su Youyou, it will not only be disgraceful, but also get the reputation of bullying children.

Just like that, Su Youyou stood innocently in the corner of the ring, watching the other contestants' fierce battles.

When seeing someone being beaten and vomiting blood, Su Youyou's face would turn pale with fright, she would scream, and at the same time she would be at a loss.

This scene made the contestants and audience laugh out loud.

In addition to the third track, the races on the seventh track and the No.11 track are also in full swing.

Mr. Mo Dao on the seventh circuit was the first to bear the brunt, his whole body was enveloped in black poisonous gas, and no one dared to approach him.

On the middle stage, almost all the contestants' faces changed drastically, and cold sweat broke out on their foreheads.

The martial arts deep in the clouds are too weird and vicious, these people are naturally afraid.

"Hehe, I'll give you ten seconds, either surrender yourself, or"

Seeing this, Mo Dao became even more arrogant, looked around coldly, and said what he hadn't finished saying: "Death!"

The thirty or forty contestants in the arena all looked at each other in blank dismay, and after some struggles, they all chose to leave the arena.

They only signed up for a name, and walked through the stage in the arena without any sense of participation, which caused everyone to complain wildly.

"Haha, interesting, I surrendered before the fight started, and I only stood for a few seconds when I stepped onto the ring."

"Holy shit, isn't that Qi Wei from Mangshan? He wants to lose his face. I remember that Mangshan chartered a plane for him, and he checked in a few tons just for the ceremony. He moved the crowd, but he stepped down like this? Taiwan Ten years of work in the next decade, ten seconds on stage?"

"Several tons of salute, bro, that's an exaggeration."

"It's true, I saw it, and he almost moved the bed."

"It's normal, people come to Wudang for tourism, whoever travels without luggage."

For the contestants who surrendered, the big bosses of the sect they belonged to were all very angry, and some big bosses even said that the round trip expenses had to be paid by these contestants out of their own pockets.

Although everyone's sarcasm made them unable to hold their heads up, which was extremely embarrassing, but they didn't want to lose their lives.

Mr. Mo Dao's poisonous skill is too terrifying. Anyone who dares to go up is looking for death?

but.

There was really one person who did not surrender.

This person is not very old, he looks only fourteen or fifteen years old, he is a teenager.

At this time, Mo Dao saw that there was only one opponent in the ring, and he was still a young man, so he frowned and said, "I have seen the list, and I have an impression of you. You are Linyuan, a small family from a small border town?"

Linyuan!

The only young man left on the stage is the old poison deep in the clouds, Linyuan!

Speaking of which, Lin Yuan is Mo Dao's master, but he has rejuvenated and left the depths of the cloud for more than ten years, so Mo Dao naturally doesn't know him.

"I'm Linyuan."

At this moment, Lin Yuan stood where he was, met Mo Dao's gaze, and smiled.

"Hehe, I think you are young, I will give you another chance, surrender, or die!" Mo Dao said coldly, not paying attention to Lin Yuan at all.

"Is it?"

A sneer sneered at the corner of Lin Yuan's mouth, then he took a step forward and said with a playful smile, "I'd like to see how you kill me!"

After the words fell, thick black mist also appeared around Linyuan, and it was surprisingly powerful