Zhu Yao is very confident in the little overlord. Although his cultivation is not outstanding in the foundation building group, his practical experience is the most. The years he was beaten by various high-level monsters were not in vain.

Sure enough, half an hour later, the little overlord easily advanced. In the end, only a dozen foundation-building monks remained. The little overlord was the only monk in the early stage of foundation-building.

The candidates for the other two groups have also been determined. There are 42 qi training groups, 21 one stalk foundation building, and the least one golden elixir, with only sixteen.

At this time, the organizer of Sanyoucheng came late. He saw a red platform that seemed to be set up randomly in front of him, and suddenly began to rise slowly. The red cloth was unveiled, revealing a white jade platform, with a row of exquisite and gorgeous chairs on it. However, there was no one on it, and there was a hanging square platform above the chair, which was empty.

A middle-aged man wearing the official uniform of Sanyoucheng City, landed on the high platform with his sword. In the late stage of Jindan cultivation, he stepped forward and glanced at the monks who were standing full of black and thick, and sent a deep voice to the entire competition venue. All kinds of fellow Taoists welcomed to Sanyoucheng. First of all, congratulations on your successful entry into the competition. He looked at the dozens of advanced monks and began a long official speech. I have been building Sanyoucheng for more than thousands of years, and I have been polite to be praised by all fellow Taoists. I have been chaotic and protected by the ancestors and stood in the world. After a while of praise, I started to introduce the sponsors. In this competition, I received the funding from the Master Zhao Tower, Master Li of Yuanling Pavilion, and the boss of Jubaohao. Anyone who participates in the competition can be rewarded with a fragrant fruit. If the first three are the first three of Qi training, you can get it.

He introduced the prizes and for each introduction, there was an additional monk in front of the chair on the table, and greeted everyone present with a smile. His cultivation was uneven, from foundation building to Nascent Soul, but they all sat on the same row of platforms.

Zhu Yao vaguely felt like he had come to a reality show scene, and the introduction in his ears instantly changed his appearance.

Welcome to watch the free cultivator competition program broadcast by Tongbao Louyuan Lingge Jubao and Guanming. Thank you, a good companion for the spiritual medicine. The quality of Yuanlingge elixir is guaranteed. We strongly support this program, thank you for your wisest choice of Tongbao Lou Linguo, and you have the smooth road of Tongbao. Thank you for your cultivation and escort expert of Jubao Lou, and you deserve it. The prizes provided for this program. This competition is fair and just. Open. This competition is hosted by Sanyoucheng. It is divided into three groups, and each random combination competition is selected. The first, second and third prizes are decided respectively. The final interpretation right of this program belongs to Sanyoucheng. Let us give warm applause. Please welcome the judges of this competition, Zhao Lou of Tongbao Lou, Li of Yuanlingge, and the boss of Jubao Lou and their relatives and friends.

Slap

Zhu Yao applauded in a conditioned manner.

The scene suddenly became silent.

Hundreds of sights looked at them in unison.

The audience politely supported Zhu Yao:

Hahaha, Zhu Yao has a black line, so my hands are dirty, haha, she can only slap her hands a few more times in front of everyone, calling you a bad hand, calling you a conditioned reflex, being embarrassed

In an instant, he received hundreds of idiot eyes.

Heart blocked

The quietness of the scene did not last long. After a moment, everyone's attention was instantly attracted by a low growl coming from not far from the sky.

The scream was empty and distant, as if it had boundless majesty. Although it did not release the pressure, it still made people feel shocked and awe.

Zhu Yao frowned. Why did this scream look so much like a dragon's roar?

Sure enough, less than a moment, a huge monster flew from the sky. It was as dark as a snake but had no feet, its eyes were like lightning, its head was full of horns, and it kept circling and twisting in the sky. It turned out to be a ninth-level monster.

A scream came from the ninth-level dragon crowd.

He is the Venerable Hualin of Sanyoucheng.

Venerable Hualin is here.

The crowd became turbulent in an instant, and everyone looked at the head of the dragon dragon in the sky with admiration.

The dragon circled twice in the air, then turned and flew towards the highest platform.

Venerable Hualin can actually collect dragons into spiritual beasts, which is so amazing.

Yes, that's the dragon. I heard that it has the blood of the dragon clan and is the spiritual beast closest to the god clan.

The crowd began to discuss the dragon enthusiastically.

Lie on Zhu Yao's shoulder, Xiao Ba turned his head disdainfully, cut the stupid human, where did he see that the guy is like a dragon

The dragon seemed to be very satisfied with the sensation it caused. When he arrived at the platform, he did not rush to fall. Instead, he took his master to turn around again in the air, and danced in a perfect arc as if he was on the scene. He opened his mouth and let out a similar dragon roar again.

Zhu Yao frowned, it was so noisy.

Xiao Ba is more direct, shut up

Its voice was not loud, and it was probably not even the monks on the scene heard it, but the dragon, which was halfway through, suddenly whirled and fell directly to the platform, with its face on the ground. Even the monks who transformed the gods on its back choked and almost loaded it off.

Hua Lin tried his best to keep his face as a god-transforming monk. What happened to this spirit beast today

The dragon, however, opened its big black eyes and lay on the stage and looked straight at Zhu Yao's direction. His eyes were delighted first, then darkened, and finally began to tremble, making waves of unidentified low sounds.

Heisha, what's wrong with you? After all, it's a spiritual beast that you have finally trained. Hualin asked with some concern.

The dragon ignored him, but instead shook like fallen leaves in the wind, his voice becoming more and more sad, and his eyes were blurred.

Others couldn't understand, so Zhu Yao heard it clearly.

Wuwu The Lord hates Zhiwu, Zhiwu is so sad, Zhiwu wants to cry for a while. Wuwuwu

Zhu Yao’s black lines, aren’t they called Heisha? The real name of the monster is such an unsavory name. Did your parents create it?

Hua Lin looked at his spirit beast for a long time, but couldn't see what was wrong with it. He sighed and had to jump off it. The dragon immediately formed a scent of fragrance, and entrenched on the platform like a cake. Only a pair of black eyes that were indesirable were exposed in the middle, and there were sad low pressure around him.

The culprit Xiao Ba glared over there and said, "Idiot."

The dragon immediately shook even harder.

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Zhu Yao directly pressed Xiao Ba back and whispered, "Don't scare it, something happens if you scare it again."

I didn't see that even Hualin was squeezed by it, so I had to stand on the side of the platform, and I would fall down if I squeezed it again.

On the importance of the bloodline of the gods

Cough Hualin finally came back from his abnormality of the spirit beast, and was silently glad that these monks had never seen the dragon. They thought that the plated into a cake shape was a common form of all dragons, and no one doubted it at all. He saved his face, but after this fuss, the leader he had originally prepared to speak was no longer in his mood, so he waved his hand and set up several formations on the wide field of the competition. He said with great seriousness and majesty that the competition began.

The situation of the casual cultivator competition is actually very simple. The two of them have a winning and a losing team, and the winner will enter the next round. The Jindan and Qi training candidates are just plural, with two or two groups in the group. Only the foundation building is the odd number of twenty-one people. I wonder if it is because the little bully is the only cultivator in the early stage of foundation building, and the lowest cultivation level in the foundation building group. So in the first and second rounds, he was honored to be bye and advanced directly. By the third game, there were only six people left, including him. The little bully did nothing, but was honored to be among the top six.

Zhu Yao comforts the lucky players who are about to play, and relax the little bully, and luck is also part of the game.

Grandma, can you stop eating melon seeds while saying this kind of thing?

Be good, win a game, and you will be the top three and directly attack the finals. How great is it.

Alas, the little bully sighed, but I didn't fight with other people, and I didn't know the depth of the other party, if it were

Little Overlord, do you think when you really encounter an enemy, the other party will give you time to understand it clearly before taking action?

He was stunned,

The focus of the competition is your own improvement, and it has nothing to do with the competition itself.

His worries suddenly disappeared, and I knew grandma.

Well, remember to win more and get back with a sweet fruit

The result is still for the sake of the fruitless fruit. There is an elder who doesn't play according to the rules. It's so sad.

I think you should face the mid-stage monk in the foundation building stage. Zhu Yao pointed to a gray-clothed monk not far ahead. He is the only mid-stage monk in the six tops. The others are in the late stage or the Great Perfection. Unlike the little overlord, they are always bye bye. The opponent is rushing up with strength and can deform from the crowd with his mid-stage cultivation. He is probably more difficult to deal with than other monks. Be careful and don’t underestimate the enemy.

The little bully nodded, yes. I understand.

After half a break, the semi-finals kicked off. Zhu Yao guessed right, the opponent of the Little Overlord was the mid-stage monk in the Foundation Establishment stage.

If you read it correctly, the opponent should have the double spiritual roots of Firewood. In the previous games, he used these two types of spells.

The little bully has five spirit roots, but it is not bad. In addition, he has competed two games just now, but the little bully has the first time he has played and has an advantage in physical strength. However, the opponent's strength is not only that, but it should be concealed.

The two of them ranked in the last third game, and the first two games were over. The little bully flew into the center of the field, and Zhu Yao suddenly felt a sense of pride.

Look, a new star is about to rise. To be continued...

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