After the lots were drawn, a duel list was posted, and a group of disciples immediately gathered around to have a look. Through this method of drawing lots, every disciple who participated in the Nine Peaks Competition would have two duels with the other two disciples.
In the two duels, the disciple who won two duels and the disciple who won one and lost one would be able to advance to the next round of the competition, while the disciple who lost two duels would be eliminated.
The reason why the next round of the competition was not decided according to the method of determining the winner or loser in one duel was that it would often bury the other disciples who had great potential and had a lot of room to play.
For example, if Li Lingfeng were to fight against Dongfang Chen, Dongfang Chen would be eliminated once he lost, and with Dongfang Chen's strength, he would definitely not stop there.
Therefore, in order to avoid this kind of thing, each disciple had two duels. Even if one of the two duels was lost, he would not be eliminated because of it.
Of course, if someone were to draw a strong opponent like Li Lingfeng, and he was drawn by another strong opponent, then he would be out of luck.
"Humph! I didn't expect that my second opponent would be him! " Gu Fei was among a group of disciples, looking at the duel list of the first round of the competition, a faint smile appeared on his face.
Among the two opponents, one of them was an acquaintance. Who would have thought that the two of them would meet in the first round of the competition?
"Hehe! Gu Fei, you're doomed to be unlucky this time! "Suddenly, an eccentric voice came from the side.
When Gu Fei heard this voice, he couldn't help but frown. He didn't need to look to know who the owner of this voice was. He was too lazy to pay attention to this annoying guy.
However, this guy was very untactful. Seeing that Gu Fei was ignoring him, he didn't retreat, but instead came forward and whispered in Gu Fei's ear, "If you are willing to return the talisman to me, maybe I can ask Brother Dongfang to let you lose in a more dignified manner."
"Hmm?" Gu Fei fiercely turned his face around. His eyes were as sharp as a blade as he stared at the uninvited guest and said in a deep voice, "Wang Yuanzhi, I didn't expect you to be so shameless. Is this the so-called descendant of an aristocratic family?"
That person was already afraid after being glared at by Gu Fei's sharp gaze. However, when he heard Gu Fei's words, his expression changed from shock to anger. The muscles on his face twitched slightly due to anger.
"Haha! Good, Gu Fei, you have guts! " Wang Yuanzhi was so angry that he laughed. After saying that, he turned around and walked towards Dongfang Chen. It seemed like he was going to find Dongfang Chen to vent his anger for him.
Some of the surrounding disciples had already noticed this scene, and they were all shocked. They couldn't understand why Gu Fei dared to provoke Wang Yuanzhi.
In the Supreme Mystery Sect, the disciples of the Green Spirit Peak were all trash. This had already become a consensus among the disciples, and Gu Fei's cultivation had always been at the bottom of the younger generation of disciples in the sect. Why was he so confident this time? Was he not afraid that Wang Yuanzhi would settle the score with him?
It turned out that the matter of Gu Fei defeating Wang Yuanzhi had not spread within the sect. This Wang Yuanzhi actually had some means to make the two disciples who had always been on good terms with him keep their mouths shut.
Sure enough, Gu Fei saw that Wang Yuanzhi had said something to Dongfang Chen. Dongfang Chen's gaze immediately turned towards Gu Fei, his eyes flashing.
However, no one would have thought that the current Gu Fei was no longer afraid of Wang Yuanzhi. This Wang Yuanzhi's cultivation was only at the peak of the fifth level, and Gu Fei's cultivation was already two levels higher than his. The current Gu Fei could defeat Wang Yuanzhi with one hand, so why would he care about this person who was far weaker than him?
Even if it was Dongfang Chen, he was only a cultivator of the same level as him. Moreover, among cultivators of the same level, he naturally had an advantage and was stronger than cultivators of the same level.
"Senior Brother, what did that Wang Yuanzhi come to talk to you about?" Zhao Zirou walked over from the side and asked worriedly. She knew Wang Yuanzhi's character. He was a smooth and slick person among the young disciples.
"Hehe, nothing much …" Gu Fei did not want Zhao Zirou to know about the grudge between him and Wang Yuanzhi.
Just as Zhao Zirou was about to say something, suddenly, a melodious bell rang out from the Supreme Profound Hall, causing all the disciples' spirits to rise. For a moment, the noisy plaza quietened down.
The sound of the bell also interrupted the conversation between Gu Fei and Zhao Zirou.
On the steps in front of the Supreme Profound Hall, the figure of the Profound Technique Daoist appeared. He took a step forward and looked around at the countless disciples in the plaza. He said in a clear voice, "The competition begins."
As he spoke, he flicked his sleeves, walked back to his seat, and sat down. The rumbling sound of the drum resounded through the sky, like the sound of war drums on the battlefield. When Gu Fei heard it, he suddenly felt his blood boil.
"It's starting!"
After a round of beating of the drum, the crowd of disciples swarmed towards the nine arenas in the square. There were nine arenas, and eighteen people would fight at a time. Out of the eighty-one disciples participating in the competition, nine rounds would be enough to complete their first round.
"Senior Brother, I'm going up!" Zhao Zirou was among the eighteen people who went up for the first time.
Gu Fei looked at Zhao Zirou and said, "En! I wish you victory! "
Zhao Zirou's face inexplicably blushed, revealing a trace of shyness, and then she walked towards one of the arenas.
The nine arenas, from west to east, were lined up in a row, from the first to the ninth arena. Zhao Zirou's opponent was the third arena.
At this time, the disciples of the Purple Bamboo Peak had already gathered below the stage. Zhao Zirou's opponent was a disciple of the Full Moon Peak, named Chu Zhan.
The disciples of the Full Moon Peak also came below the stage to cheer for Chu Zhan.
"Master!" Zhao Zirou came below the stage and smiled at her master, Yan Xingyun. However, there was not the slightest trace of nervousness on her face.
"Be careful!" Zhao Zirou's master, Yan Xingyun, instructed. Yan Xingyun was a charming middle-aged female Daoist from the Purple Bamboo Peak. She wore a green Daoist robe and looked very graceful.
In a competition between disciples, one should stop at a certain point. However, a competition was, after all, a competition. Occasionally, there would be mistakes and injuries to the opponent.
Zhao Zirou responded and stomped on the ground with her right leg. Her body immediately soared into the sky and landed lightly on the stage. Even without using any Dao techniques, one could still leap onto the one-zhang tall arena.
Zhao Zirou's appearance was as beautiful as a flower. Her white clothes were whiter than snow. The majority of the disciples below the stage, including those from the Purple Bamboo Peak, were male disciples. When they saw Zhao Zirou going up the stage, they immediately had a breathtaking feeling, attracting the attention of the male disciples below the stage.
At this time, Zhao Zirou's opponent, Chu Zhan of the Full Moon Peak, also jumped onto the stage. The two of them walked closer to each other. When the distance between them was about ten feet, they stood still.
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