Not long.
More than two hundred participating disciples entered the venue from four exits and gathered in different areas.
When they came to a complete stop and stood on their own, many warriors on the spectator stage shouted heartbreakingly for their idols.
These days, who has a reputation as an outstanding disciple who doesn't have any fans
"cough."
The lord of Liyang City appeared on the most central competition platform, and the shouts gradually fell.
"On behalf of Liyang City, the Lord of this city welcomes outstanding disciples from all schools to participate in this martial arts competition."
"I also hope that the next competition, all the contestants, can achieve good results and win the highest glory for the sect."
After some official words, the city lord began to roll the roll.
"Didaomen, Tang Bolan!"
"exist!"
"Longyue Villa, Cheng Mianjin!"
"exist!"
"Iron Eagle Gang, Wang Situ!"
"exist!"
"Buxing faction, Zhou!"
"exist!"
Every time the city lord of Liyang City rolls his name, there will be groups of relatives, friends and fans of the disciples named in the spectator platform cheering loudly.
"Iron Bones, Tian Qi."
"exist!"
Ga.
The spectator platform was completely silent, and then burst into laughter.
"Tian Qi? Is it the seventh child in the family, or is it a medicinal material used to treat diseases?"
"As expected of the Jiuliu sect, the names of the disciples who participated in the battle are all rubbed like this."
Even the contestants who were standing by and waiting for the roll call cast contemptuous glances one after another, and even wondered how they could stand with such a common name.
Bearing the ridicule from the spectators and the disdainful gazes from the nearby contestants, Tian Qi clenched his fists and said with a suppressed voice: "Senior brother, I want to hit someone."
Li Qingyang said: "Be patient until the competition begins."
"call!"
Tian Qi took a deep breath to calm down, raised his head to look at Gaotai and the master, and secretly said: "Master, this disciple will not let you down!"
…
The roll call continues.
When a well-known elite disciple of a certain sect was called out, it immediately aroused heated discussions, with all kinds of praise and envy.
"Iron Bones, Su Xiaomo!"
"exist!"
"Haha, the name is not bad."
"It's a pity that he's too short, and he was killed by cannon fodder at the beginning of the game."
Those who are pleasing to the eye will be pleasing to the eye no matter how they look, and those who are not pleasing to the eye will be displeased no matter how they look.
The fighters on the spectator platform have this kind of mentality. They despise the iron-boned faction from the bottom of their hearts, so they always look for shortcomings from various angles.
The cautious old man who came one step behind the city gate said in surprise, "Isn't that man Li Qingyang?"
He and his disciples always believed that Su Xiaomo was the number one genius in Qingyang City.
The old man frowned, and said secretly: "It's not Li Qingyang, but his body skills are so nimble. Could it be possible that this nine-rate iron-boned sect is still hiding a dragon and crouching a tiger?"
"Iron Bones, Li Qingyang!"
"exist."
The viewing platform suddenly fell silent.
Everyone locked their eyes on Li Qingyang, who was tall and straight, and praised him as the number one genius in Qingyang City, with extraordinary aura!
It's a pity that I was blind and joined the junk iron bone pie.
"Why."
On the high platform, the fat-headed and big-eared elder shook his head and said, "Such a good seedling, if he joins the Cangshan Sect, he should have broken through to martial arts by now."
"Obviously there is a better choice, but if you insist on joining the Jiuliu sect, such a good talent is wasted."
"Other sects are tireless in teaching, but the head of the king is destroying people's tirelessness."
No one didn't laugh at Li Qingyang, only regret, and even more contempt for recruiting such a talented iron bone sect leader.
Jun Chang smiled and listened, but didn't speak.
say what? Spray with them, argue with them
It doesn't make any sense, the best way to shut them up is for disciples to prove it with their strength.
…
The roll call continues.
Not long after, when Xiao Zuiji's name sounded, the viewing platform fell silent again.
Many warriors raised their heads one after another and looked towards the eastern high platform, where several elders of the Xiao family were sitting, wanting to see the expressions on their faces.
"Crack."
The Great Elder crushed the teacup, and said coldly: "A waste should not appear here, and shouldn't come here to shame people."
Coincidentally, Jun Changxiao was sitting on the high platform next to him. Seeing the old guy's eyes flickering with anger and murderous intent, he touched his nose and said, "Is it from the Xiao family?"
The elder of the Xiao family seemed to be aware of it, and turned his head to look over.
The two looked at each other.
Jun Changxiao smiled politely, then pointed at him, pressed it against his temple in a pistol position, and opened his mouth for a 'snap'.
This is to warn him not to have murderous intentions towards his disciples, otherwise I will kill you with one shot.
It's a pity that the Great Elder couldn't understand. Seeing him in a strange posture, he said disdainfully: "No wonder he accepted that trash to enter the door. It turns out that this person has a brain problem."
…
After a roll call, more than 200 participating disciples were all present, and the Lord of Liyang City had no ink marks, and immediately announced the rules of the competition.
The rules are simple.
More than 200 people are divided, and the opponent is determined by drawing lots. The winner advances, and the loser is eliminated.
In order to avoid meeting disciples of the same sect, contestants from each faction will be arranged to draw lots in different areas.
Five people, Lu Qianqian, were divided into districts A, B, C, D, and E.
Before heading to each competition area, Li Qingyang said solemnly: "Senior sister, junior brother, the master is watching from above, we can't let him down."
"cut."
Lu Qianqian stepped into Area A.
"Senior Brother, I understand!" Su Xiaomo and Tian Qi raised their chests and strode towards their own battle zone.
Xiao Zuiji stayed where he was, raised his head to look at the high platform, and met the head's gaze, and his gaze became more determined immediately.
At that moment, except for Lu Qianqian because of his personality, the blood of the four disciples boiled, and they understood more deeply that they were about to fight for the sect!
Jun Changxiao, who was sitting on the high platform, leaned forward, resting his chin on the back of his hands, and said to himself, "Come on, my disciples."
…
More than 200 disciples were seated, the lottery began, and then the person in charge of the war zone announced it publicly.
"In the first match of the first round, Tian Qi of the iron-boned faction faces Sun Kai of the big red family!"
"Oops."
The fat-headed and big-eared Dahongmen elder smiled and said, "Sect Leader, what a coincidence, my disciples met your disciples in the first round."
Warriors from all factions cast envious glances.
If one of his own disciples gets this, it will be equivalent to being guaranteed for the second round.
You often laugh and don't speak.
The lottery continued, and hundreds of disciples were matched to their opponents one after another.
Except for Li Qingyang, all the disciples from different sects who met Su Xiaomo and others as opponents all had smiles on their faces, as if they had entered the second round ahead of schedule.
"The first round of competition has begun, and the contestants are invited to come on stage!"
Tian Qi and Sun Kai stepped onto the fighting stage, and they bowed their hands in a ceremony, which represented the beginning of the first martial arts competition of the first round.
"The disciple of the Dahongmen seems to have opened the twelfth stage of the pulse, and he is definitely an instant kill."
"In this sect competition, there are quite a few tenth-level meridians, and the iron-bone sect disciples met the 12th level in the first battle. It's bad luck."
"Hahaha, for that kind of guy, isn't it always bad luck to meet anyone?"
The warriors discussed in private, laughing constantly.
The elder of Dahongmen was also laughing, and said: "Master Jun, my disciples are a little irritable, and sometimes strikes are not serious. If you hurt your disciples, please bear with me."
"oh."
Jun Chang responded with a smile.
"Start!" The referee's voice recalled.
As soon as the words fell, Tian Qi, who was on the stage, rushed over, punched Sun Kai in the abdomen, and directly knocked him out.
This Dahongmen disciple was indeed a little irritable, but before the match started, he was already lying on the sidelines screaming before he could mobilize his impatience.
The fat of the elder of Dahongmen suddenly solidified, and his small eyes also turned into big eyes.
Jun Changxiao said lightly: "It's so weak."
Tian Qi on the platform withdrew his fist, scratched his head and said, "I didn't control my strength well, and I accidentally knocked people out."