The 12th floor competition has finally arrived, located in the square in the middle of the 12th floor.

Participants were all members of the 12th floor, as well as elders and sect masters.

Xiao Ming sat in his position, beside him was Qiao Liang, the owner of Yuegou Tower.

"Hahaha, I didn't expect that one day I could sit in this position!" Xiao Ming laughed.

Qiao Liang next to him had a green face. Is the person next to him really the poster? Why is there no eloquence at all?

The disciples behind Xiao Ming also felt a little uncomfortable. It seems that the poster has never seen the world before?

However, Elder Xu chuckled and said, "This kid is exactly the same as Huayang!"

A few minutes before, Xiao Ming pounded Qiao Liang next to him and said, "Lord Qiao, I wonder what the competition is? Do you want to compare it with each building?"

Qiao Liang was convinced by this person, so he couldn’t inquire before coming?

In order to get rid of it quickly, Qiao Liang explained: "The draw of lots determines the opponent in each floor."

"Draw lots? How do you rank?" Xiao Ming asked.

Qiao Liang said impatiently: "The 12th floor martial arts competition is a form of letting disciples intervene and communicate with each other, not to distinguish between high and low!"

"Then why do you all say that I, Yuequelou, have the weakest strength?" Xiao Ming said unconvincedly.

"That's because you Yuequelou has never won against any of the first floors!" Qiao Liang was too lazy to pay attention to it.

"Damn it, it's not right? Didn't Riyao Tower lose that?" Xiao Ming added.

"Yes!" After Qiao Liang said that, he moved to the side, for fear that Xiao Ming would ask again.

Xiao Ming didn’t need to ask anymore. He knew the rules. The key was to see which opponent he drew this time. I hope it wasn’t that Riyao Tower!

However, Meng Qingquan laughed in his heart: "You can't get rid of your fate! Yuequelou, today, I will let you laugh and go back crying!"

Elder Ling had already prepared the lottery tube. In a bamboo tube, there were twelve wooden tags with names of each building on it.

"Next, please come up and draw lots from the Master Meng of Riyao Tower!" said Elder Ling.

Meng Qingquan walked up with a smile and placed his hand on the wooden sign.

Xiao Ming prayed in his heart: "Don't draw us, it's not that I'm afraid of you, there's no need for us to fight the strongest opponent?"

Meng Qingquan's hand kept exploring down. He touched all the bamboo sticks, finally selected one, and pulled it out suddenly, with three big words written on it: Yuequelou!

“Wow!”

A roar suddenly aroused!

Xiao Ming almost vomited blood, stood up and shouted: "No? That's a coincidence? How did you draw it?"

"Hahaha, Master Wang, it seems to be the arrangement of fate. Today, let us Riyao Tower tell you what is hard power!" Meng Qingquan laughed proudly.

"Why do I feel like you're messing around?" Xiao Ming touched his head, then looked at the disciples behind him and said, "Hey, let's fight against Riyao Tower, can you admit defeat?"

As soon as these words came out, all the posters laughed!

They have seen those who admit defeat, but have never seen those who directly admit defeat. Are you shameless?

The disciples' faces turned pale, and they felt that their faces were lost. As expected, the new poster just had no confidence!

But, they have it!

"I'm afraid of what are you afraid of? Riyao Tower is amazing?"

"That's right, fight!"

The disciples are very determined.

"Okay, then fight!"

Xiao Ming sat back with a smile, thinking, "It turns out that you didn't read it wrong. This is what Yue Quelou should look like! Show your strength, you won't lose!"

The Riyao Tower is also very proud.

"Master Meng, you're so lucky. You just got hit Yuequelou. Let's teach those guys a lesson!"

Meng Qingquan sneered, it was not because of his good luck, but because he knew which one was Yuequelou. Just by his perception of the bamboo stick, he could even sense the words on it!

This is the absolute strength!

The other posters also started drawing lots. Without the so-called strongest and weakest, their mentality has been flat and their strength is comparable. Which side can win depends on their own status.

After all the draws are completed, the competition officially begins.

The first scene is the Sun Star Tower vs. the Moon Beauty Tower.

The rule is to send three disciples to each side, with three games and two wins.

To put it bluntly, these three disciples are the strongest people in the building, and no one will send weak-powered disciples to be cannon fodder. Over time, being able to be sent by the poster to the stage means that they have been recognized by the poster!

The competition began, and the two disciples fought in an instant, fighting back and forth, no victory or defeat!

The posters also began to comment based on the strength of the two disciples, saying that they were very knowledgeable.

Xiao Ming held his head with his right hand, not very interested, and as he looked, he fell asleep.

Qiao Liang was about to speak, and he said casually: "Master Wang, what do you think of these two disciples?"

"call……"

"Lord Wang?"

A loud shout made Xiao Ming wake up instantly. He suddenly stood up and said, "Oh, are you here? Who is on whom?"

This time, everyone looked at him in surprise, and his mouth was so wide that he could stuff his steamed buns.

Elder Xu scolded: "Wang Mingnan, do you actually sleep in this kind of martial arts competition?"

"Sorry, sorry, I didn't sleep well last night, haha!" Xiao Ming sat back in the laughing eyes of everyone.

Several posters shook their heads and smiled: "It's exactly the same as Poster Yin!"

Yin Huayang could fall asleep when his disciples were promoted, so this kind of scene was no longer surprising, but Xiao Ming's every move seemed to be the same as the owner Yin in their eyes.

Jiang Liuli, behind Xiao Ming, whispered: "Can you be more serious?"

"Yes, yes!" Xiao Ming continued to watch the competition.

At this time, the competition between Rixing Tower and Yuemei Tower has ended. Xiao Ming didn't even know who won or who lost. What he cared about was the competition with Riyao Tower later.

And the highlight is always put in the end.

The competitions in other buildings also slowly ended. Overall, no matter how far they were, some buildings even lost half a move, and the elders were also very satisfied, because in terms of strength alone, the disciples have improved a lot compared to three years ago!

As the last competition ended, everyone's eyes turned to Yueque Tower and Riyao Tower.

Elder Ling announced: "The last game today is Yueque Tower and Riyao Tower. Please send disciples from two hosts!"

Meng Qingquan had a plan in his mind, so he decided to send someone to try it out first, so he said, "Guo Cheng, come on."

"yes!"

Guo Cheng jumped to the center of the square, looking forward to his opponent.

Guo Cheng's strength is considered to be the upper-middle. Meng Qingquan sent him to the fore, one was to win, and the other was to not want other buildings to think that he was too bullying.

Seeing that there was no movement on Yuequelou, Meng Qingquan said, "Master Wang, it's up to be your Yuequelou to send someone!"

Xiao Ming turned around and asked, "Who do you want to get in?"

"Didn't you arrange it?" Jiang Liuli was speechless.

"I don't know what your strength is. Whoever wants to get it!" Xiao Ming urged.
Chapter completed!