Qian Jiang endured the pain, stretched out a big hand and struggled to get up. Zhao Yun quickly leaned over and also stretched out her left arm. The two hands held each other tightly, feeling the excitement in each other's heart.
Zhao Yun found that Qian Jiang's hand was full of calluses, his skin was rough and his flesh was thick, and there was a big crack on the front of his palm. She felt a lot of emotions, but only said, "Dage, from now on we are brothers."
There is a kind of meeting called 'close as old friends', there is a kind of friendship called 'grow old together', there is a kind of association called 'treat each other with sincerity', there is a kind of promise called 'live and die together'.
They didn't understand each other's past, they didn't understand each other's future, but they were brothers!
Qian Jiang didn't say anything, he just nodded vigorously, holding Zhao Yun's hand even tighter.
Zhao Yun introduced Qian Jiang to Duobao, "This is my Shixiong, Duobao, he's the best person to get along with."
Duobao called out, "Stupid Shidi already recognized him as a brother, I want him too, I want him too." He stretched out a pair of big palms, covering the two hands that were firmly holding each other, and said with a simple and honest smile, "I also want to recognize him as a brother."
Qian Jiang didn't know what Duobao was saying, he only saw that although Duobao's appearance was rough, his expression was sincere. This person was Zhao Yun's Shixiong, so he was his brother. He laughed and said, "Good brother! From what I see, I'm the oldest, so I can be considered the Big Brother. Duobao, you are the Second Brother. Zhao Yun, you are the Third Brother. "
Qian Jiang suddenly had two more brothers, he was very happy, momentarily forgetting his worries and anger. His laughter affected his wound, causing a great pain in his chest, but it was nothing to worry about.
The three of them were on the same wavelength, they simply talked about their situations, they were all in high spirits.
Qian Jiang said, "Third Brother, although your martial arts are excellent, you can't let your guard down. Now, there was only one round left before they could enter the finals. They didn't want their previous efforts to go to waste. Although I lost to you, I'm convinced. I can only wait until the third of March next year to try again. "
Zhao Yun saw that Qian Jiang was obsessed with entering the inner hall and knew that he must have a reason. It was just that he had no choice but to lose to himself.
He was also determined to enter the Inner Hall to cultivate. He felt slightly guilty and said, "Big Brother, don't worry. I will definitely get first place in this Outer Hall Competition! The next round will start at a quarter to five, after lunch, so it's still early. "
In the fifth round of the elimination round, Zhao Yun's opponent was someone who practiced the Eight Trigrams Flowing Body Palm. Not long after he went on stage, Zhao Yun found a flaw and knocked him out of the arena with one palm.
At this point, Zhao Yun's journey in the elimination round was officially over. She was just waiting for tomorrow's finals.
At night, Wang Lang earnestly said, "I should have been there to cheer for you in the competition this time. However, the Lingyun Temple has rules. Among the Outer Hall disciples, only the contestants who have entered the competition can enter the martial arts practice field. You have to perform well tomorrow. The five Sect Masters are all in the arena!
They are mainly there to assess the Inner Hall elites and determine the results of the next year's cultivation. In order to show that the sect values the Outer Hall, they will also personally watch your Outer Hall competition. If you can perform well and catch the eye of a Sect Master, it will be no different from reaching the sky in a single bound. "
Zhao Yun had won the last few rounds with ease. His heart was full of confidence, and he unconsciously let down his guard a little. Hearing her master's instructions, she only smiled gently.
Early the next morning, Zhao Yun came to the martial arts practice field. This time, the venue was no longer the small South Hall, but the very imposing main hall. Duobao was blocked at the door and could not enter.
As soon as Zhao Yun entered the door, he felt a dangerous aura roll up in his heart. He looked around and saw that there was no defense in the aisle. For some reason, his heart palpitated. A red carpet covered the ground and fresh flowers lined the path. However, the venue was filled with a high and mighty pressure, which made Zhao Yun feel very uncomfortable. He thought to himself, "This martial arts practice field is not simple! Could it be that there is some mystery? "
He followed the number and walked into the waiting area for the contestants. It was actually a small room for one person. There was a bed and food inside. It was very appropriate. He sat cross-legged and waited quietly.
After meditating for a long time, he suddenly heard cheers outside the arena. He knew that the Inner Hall disciples were about to enter the final battle. According to the competition schedule, the Outer Hall disciples' competition was in the afternoon.
Zhao Yun heard all kinds of noise and couldn't hold back her curiosity. She wanted to see how the Inner Hall was doing. She came out of the waiting area and wanted to go to the competition arena to take a look. She didn't expect that there was a group of Taoist priests guarding the door at the end of the passage. They didn't allow the Outer Hall disciples to enter and peek.
Zhao Yun was angry. She just wanted to take action and teach these snobs a lesson. However, on second thought, these Taoist priests were reserved and calm. They were obviously not easy to deal with. Since she was going to compete, it was better not to be nosy. She snorted and returned to the small room.
Seeing that it was almost afternoon, Zhao Yun waited anxiously. She didn't know what the Lingyun Temple was up to. The competition hadn't started yet, but they wanted to enter so early. Just as she was cursing, a white-robed Taoist priest pushed the door open and shouted to Zhao Yun, "Get up quickly. The competition is about to start."
Zhao Yun was led by the Taoist priest to the entrance of the passage again. This time, the Taoist priests didn't say anything. They turned a blind eye to Zhao Yun. Zhao Yun glared fiercely at the Taoist priests and walked into the main venue of the martial arts practice field.
The martial arts practice field occupied a vast area. There were tens of thousands of seats in the middle of the field. There were a few people sitting in the seats. They were probably the Inner Hall disciples who came to watch the show.
Facing the entrance, there were five golden chairs with dragons and tigers crouching on them. They shone brightly and shot straight at Zhao Yun's eyes.
There was a person sitting on each of the golden chairs. They were a long-bearded Taoist priest, a beautiful woman in palace attire, a young girl in green, a yellow-robed Taoist priest, and a weeping monk. They were the five sect masters of the Lingyun Temple: Tianyuan Sect's Song Jiang, Fang Heng Court's Xue Tao, Qinglian Sect's Ling Ye Lai, Alchemy Pavilion's Lin Chuanjia, and Beast Taming Abode's Don't Cry Master.
These five people were chatting with each other. Zhao Yun couldn't hear them from afar. She only felt that the young girl in green looked familiar. It was as if she had seen her somewhere before, so she took a few more glances at her.
Just as Zhao Yun was recalling, he suddenly felt a sharp sword light descend from the sky. It was hanging in the air and was about to explode. It was so cold that it seemed to want to freeze him. He was startled and couldn't help but shiver. His eyes closed uncontrollably. "What a powerful sword light!"
He calmed down and looked again. There was nothing above his head. Where was the sword light?
Zhao Yun was puzzled. Where did this sword light come from? Could it be????
When he looked at the young girl again, he saw that her cherry mouth was slightly open and she was talking to the beautiful woman beside her. The young girl had a faint smile on her face. Her beautiful and refined face was a little mischievous and a little blushing.
Zhao Yun knew that it was her doing. He suddenly remembered that this was the young girl who brought him to see Daoist Ziwei. At that time, he did hear others call her Sect Master, but he couldn't remember it after a few months. He didn't expect this young girl to be so capable. She was actually one of the five sect masters!
When Zhao Yun arrived at the arena, there were already a few people around him. His eyes lit up when he saw a one-eyed man with a crooked neck. It was that Young Master Feng. Zhao Yun was secretly happy. "Good luck! This kid actually entered the finals. I originally wanted to find him, but he delivered himself to me! Hehe. "
Young Master Feng's real name was Dugu Feng. Although his martial arts skills were not good, he relied on his wealth to buy a lot of magic weapons and talismans from the inner hall disciples. At this time, he also saw Zhao Yun. It was really like meeting an enemy. His eyes were exceptionally red. He rubbed his palms and made up his mind to end Zhao Yun in the arena.
The inner hall disciples were also discussing in low voices. The entire martial arts arena was buzzing with noise. Suddenly, an old voice shouted, "The finals of the Outer Hall Disciple Competition have officially begun. Sect Masters, please speak! "
The contestants in the arena and the audience in the stands clapped sparsely. At the judge's stand, the weeping monk opened his mouth and his voice echoed throughout the entire arena.
He was called Great Master Don't Cry, but he had a worried look on his face. His voice carried a sobbing tone that was shrill and shrill.
Zhao Yun felt his eardrums vibrate, as if thousands of small needles were piercing his ears together. His head was dizzy. It was actually this person's echo.
"There's no need to talk nonsense. It's my turn to be the examiner of this year's Outer Hall Disciple Competition. I see that there are many people in the finals this year. There are as many as sixteen people. If we follow the rules of previous years, you can forget about the results today. Just now, I thought hard and finally came up with a good and fast rule for the finals.
The sixteen of you don't have to differentiate between who will compete first and who will compete later. The rules of the competition, hehe, are called the law of the jungle! Whoever survives will be the winner! No matter what method is used, the last three survivors will be able to enter the inner hall. The one with the lightest injuries will be first!
Of course, if you are afraid, this sovereign will give you some time to consider. You can still withdraw from the finals now. Hehe. "
What!?
All the contestants were dumbfounded. How did the finals of the selection suddenly become a life and death battle? If they didn't succeed, they would die?
Although there were casualties in the Outer Hall competitions in the past, it was relatively rare. But now, Great Master Don't Cry had clearly said that he wanted thirteen people to die!
The inner hall disciples who were watching from the side also felt that it was exciting and dangerous. They all began to discuss.
For a moment, the large martial arts arena became a boiling pot of soup. Everyone was shocked and scalded.
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