Zhao Yun easily found the Martial Arts Practice Field with the sheepskin map given by the little girl. The Martial Arts Practice Field was a tall, domed hall with bright glazed tiles and colorful walls. It looked very imposing. There was a huge square in front of the Martial Arts Practice Field that could accommodate a thousand people.
Zhao Yun thought that she had arrived early, but when she arrived, she realized that it was crowded and bustling. There was a row of women in the square. They had set up a pile of tables and were checking name tags.
Seeing a group of people lining up, Zhao Yun took a few steps forward. Duobao had already pushed everyone away. Zhao Yun squeezed to the front of the table and asked the women, "When is the competition?"
"Go, go, go. Line up." A sparrow-faced woman said impatiently. When she saw Zhao Yun's handsome face, she hurriedly changed her words, "The competition starts at 7: 45 am. Are you going to participate in the competition? Have you drawn lots? If you haven't, draw at my place. "
A few people behind her had been in line for a long time and shouted, "Why? I was the one who lined up first."
The sparrow-faced woman scolded, "What are you arguing about? Do you still want to draw lots? "She smiled at Zhao Yun and said," Good brother, what's your Dharma name? "
"Dharma name?" Zhao Yun hesitated for a moment. After a while, she remembered and said, "Hui Ming."
The sparrow-faced woman carried a cardboard box and handed it to Zhao Yun. "Here, this is it. Brother, draw a good lot. There are two slips of paper for each number. Those who draw the same number will be the opponent. "
Zhao Yun casually drew a slip of paper. It was number five. The sparrow-faced woman looked at the card book and read loudly, "Let me see. Number five, Hui Ming, will be competing in the South Hall. "
The Outer Hall Disciple Competition first had to go through an elimination round. Opponents were determined by drawing lots. In the elimination round, if one could not lose ten matches, they could enter the finals and compete for the three spots to enter the Inner Hall. However, if one lost a match in the elimination round, they would be disqualified.
The elimination round was held in the North and South Halls of the Martial Arts Practice Field. Zhao Yun brought Duobao to the South Hall. Seeing that it was still early, she sat cross-legged on the floor.
There were already a lot of people gathered in the aisle. Some of them were talking and laughing loudly, while others were silent. A burly man beside Zhao Yun asked Zhao Yun, "Bro, what's your number?"
Zhao Yun glanced at the burly man. Although his appearance was robust, his eyes were unfocused and blurry. It was obvious that he was lacking in energy. She thought to herself, "He's coming to the tournament with this appearance?" She couldn't be bothered to pay attention to him.
Then, he looked around and observed the condition of the others. He felt that these people couldn't even withstand a single blow. He became even more certain and closed his eyes to rest.
Duobao's tall figure was very eye-catching. He squatted beside Zhao Yun, feeling very excited. Although he didn't want to enter the Inner Hall or learn any spells, his Master had told him that his Junior Apprentice Brother really wanted to enter the Inner Hall to learn. Therefore, he accompanied his junior brother here to cheer him on. At this moment, he saw that Zhao Yun was resting and that the tournament hadn't started yet. He was really bored and scratched the ground with his ten fingers.
At a quarter to seven, the tournament officially began. It seemed that the sect didn't pay enough attention to the elimination tournament. There was only a gray-robed Daoist priest and a group of young Daoists maintaining order. No sect leader spoke.
Zhao Yun looked carefully and saw that the first group was actually two women competing. Both of them didn't seem to have much martial arts skills. Their movements were jerky and their footwork was clumsy. They only held their swords and chased after each other like children.
Zhao Yun's horizons were already high. She couldn't help but secretly shake her head and think, "The Outer Hall and the Inner Hall are indeed worlds apart. The immortal master from the last Spiritual Assembly wasn't much older than me, but his cultivation level was unfathomable. As for these Outer Hall disciples, they're really useless. Sigh, they're not good-looking either. "
The two women were panting and sweating profusely. It wasn't easy for them to decide the winner. A young Daoist priest shouted, "First group, Lianxiang wins. Second group, Hua Mingyun against Liu San. "
Zhao Yun was no longer in the mood to watch. She only hoped that it would be her turn to compete soon. Fortunately, she was number five, so it would be her turn soon.
The young Daoist priest shouted, "Third group, Hui Ming against Tiger Gao."
Zhao Yun stepped into the arena and looked around, but she didn't see her opponent. Just as she was wondering, a burly man with a bare upper body jumped onto the stage. Without saying anything, he waved his hand and punched. Obviously, he wanted to take advantage of Zhao Yun being caught off guard to make a ruthless move and win the competition.
How could Zhao Yun allow him to succeed? Tilting his head slightly, Zhao Yun had already dodged this ferocious punch. With a light tap of his left leg, Zhao Yun had already leaped behind Gao Dahu. Without even looking, he casually slapped Gao Dahu's left back.
Tiger Gao saw that his opponent was a cripple below the stage. He thought that he could win the competition with a sneak attack. Who would have thought that he would encounter a tough opponent? He used up all his strength and didn't have time to dodge. With a crisp "pa" sound, he received a solid palm strike.
Tiger Gao felt a sharp pain in his heart, and he let out a blood-curdling scream. His huge body fell to the ground with a thud, raising a cloud of dust. His vision turned pitch black and he immediately lost consciousness.
"How is this possible?"
"It can't be, right? So fast!"
"Ah Hua, quickly come and see a miracle!"
The contestants below the stage and the audience were all stunned. This one-armed youth only used a light palm strike to knock down the burly man? It was too unbelievable. This youth's palm strike was light and didn't seem to have any skill or power. How could he win so easily?
The competition ended before it even started.
The contestants looked at Zhao Yun with respect and fear in their eyes. They kept praying in their hearts, "Please don't let me fight in the same group as this freak."
The young Daoist priest shouted, "Fifth group, Hui Ming wins." Another young Daoist priest came over to guide Zhao Yun into the inner arena to rest. He said to Zhao Yun, "Hui Ming, the second round of the competition will no longer be decided by drawing lots. You are the winner of the fifth group, so you will face the winner of the sixth group. Your new number is 162. "
Duobao saw Zhao Yun being brought into the inner arena from the audience stands. He didn't know what was going on, so he wanted to get up and barge in to check on his junior brother's situation. However, he remembered his master's instructions. He mustn't be impulsive and ruin his junior brother's future. He suppressed his anxiety and watched the inferior fights in the stands.
After watching a lot of farce, it was already a quarter past noon. Duobao was bored to death when he heard the Daoist priest shout, "Number 162, Hui Ming will face Liyun." He was suddenly shocked. He knew that his junior brother had appeared again, so he rubbed his eyes to watch.
Zhao Yun's opponent this time was Ying Liyun. She was a short-haired woman with a slender figure. Zhao Yun saw that her opponent was a weak woman and guessed that she didn't have much ability. It wasn't good for her to make the first move, so she waited for her to make the first move.
Ying Liyun was a disciple of the Sewing Hall. She gracefully came to the middle of the stage, but she didn't make a move. She lowered her head and frowned. She bowed to Zhao Yun and said coquettishly, "Good brother, Nuu has wanted to enter the inner hall for a long time. Just let Nuu win this time. Nu-Nu will definitely remember your kindness and will talk about you every day. "
A few red clouds appeared on the woman's small face. It was very moving.
Zhao Yun frowned and thought to himself, "Why is this woman's brain not clear?" Ying Liyun shouted, "If you want to fight, fight quickly. Don't waste time."
Ying Liyun moved lightly. Her fragrant, warm, and soft body was only an inch away from Zhao Yun. It was as if she would be blown into Zhao Yun's arms by the wind if she wasn't careful.
She adjusted her thoughts that were messed up by Zhao Yun and used the most coquettish and charming voice. She lifted her hair and looked up at Zhao Yun's face, "Good brother, just let me win. Are you really so cruel that you want Nuu to be sad and suffer? "
Most of the contestants below the stage were men from the Outer Hall who hadn't seen much of the world. Although they weren't on the stage, they wanted to take Zhao Yun's place and agree to the woman's request. Some people even shouted, "Quickly agree. Why do you care about the competition when such a great beauty is lowering herself?! "
When Zhao Yun saw the woman leaning towards him, the smell of coarse powder filled his nose. He felt disgusted. He didn't care if she was a man or a woman. He pushed with his left arm and threw Ying Liyun off the stage.
Ying Liyun thought that Zhao Yun would automatically give up like that person in the first round. She didn't expect that a strong force would hit her chest.
This one-armed youth actually resisted her peerless charm and just waved his palm over? No, I don't believe it!
While she was in disbelief, Ying Liyun's body quickly fell to the ground. She only let out a groan before she lost consciousness. That peerless charm could only be appreciated by the floor.
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