When Master Longhua mentioned the story of Master Yu Ling and Master Tongtian of the Tianhu Sect, Ge Yu didn't find it strange. When he discussed with Wu Jiuyin and others, he mentioned these two people before. They really need to be prepared. However, Master Longhua suddenly mentioned what the hell is Shao Xiaolong, a family of practicing cultivation in the South China Sea?

There has always been no eye-catching thing about this man named Shao Xiaolong fighting with others. Ge Yu has also seen him fight with others, and his methods are very ordinary, but his cultivation base is more solid.

Ge Yu believed that this person named Shao Xiaolong was even worse than Wang Shida from the Tang Sect of Xichuan, and even less than Liu Yuchan from Zhongnan Mountain. How could he become his strong enemy?

Thinking of this, Ge Yu said, "Senior Brother, I know the first two people you mentioned, but this person named Shao Xiaolong should not be as powerful as you said, right?"

"Sometimes what you see is not necessarily true. Perhaps there is an illusion on it. I saw the end of Shao Xiaolong's fight throughout the whole process, and this person was hidden. The name he reported was the Shao family in the South China Sea. It is neither a big sect nor a cultivation family. It seems to have emerged out of thin air. Therefore, senior brother, I think this person is a little strange, so it is always right to let you be more careful about him and be careful of sailing a ten thousand-year-old ship. I also hope that my feelings are wrong."

After pausing, the head of Longhua said again: "Even if you can't compete for the top three, you can still get the top three. Senior brother, I still believe in your strength."

Chief Longhua smiled slightly at Ge Yu, waved his hand, and wanted to leave here.

Ge Yu felt depressed and slutty, and he said he didn't care, but in fact he was still thinking about letting himself compete for the top spot.

Seeing that the head of Longhua was about to walk out of the house, Ge Yu suddenly said from behind: "Senior Brother, please stay."

"What's wrong?" Master Longhua turned around and looked at Ge Yu.

"Master, is there any news on your side? Has he not returned to Xuanmen for such a long time?" Ge Yu asked.

The head of the head of Longhua's face darkened, shook his head, and said, "No, since he left, there has been no news, and the Xuanmen has never come back. No one knows where he has gone. Maybe he has his own things to do, so we don't have to worry about it. With his cultivation level, we don't have to worry about his safety."

Ge Yu nodded, feeling sad. When he looked up again, Master Longhua had already left here quietly.

He tossed and turned all night and was thinking about all kinds of messy things. When it was almost dawn, Ge Yu meditated cross-legged for an hour or two and immediately recovered, full of energy and full of energy. Early in the morning, Ge Yu was woken up by Zhong Jinliang, walked to the canteen of Hengshan School for breakfast, and then rushed to the competition arena.

Today is a crucial day, and the thirteen younger disciples will fight to win the lead.

Most of the disciples from major sects who had already lost their lives did not leave, and there were still people coming to Hengshan Sect to watch today's martial arts competition.

In the middle of the ring, many arrangements were made. The ten elders of the Heavenly Dao League, including the true man Hua Qing, sat upright around the ring to protect these young disciples in the competition, so as not to cause the two sides of the competition to suffer their lives due to red eyes.

And the ring was already crowded with people, surrounded by people.

There are also many people standing on the empty arenas not far away and looking at it from afar, because there is really no empty place next to it.

All the various cultivation masters who came to Hengshan Sect to watch were at least five or six hundred people, which was very spectacular.

After everything was ready, according to the previous rules, under the surveillance of several elders, a black box was placed on a table with notes of paper in it, from one to the thirteenth.

After drawing lots, the order of competition is one-to-two, three-to-four... all the way, but since the masters who came out of the decisive victory were thirteen, one person would take the bye.

After such a battle, there will be six people left.

The six people draw lots again, and after three-on-three, there are still three people left. At this time, the person who is in the bye will go up and compete two-on-two.

So the person who was in the bye was very lucky to escape the previous two very important competitions.

Soon, the young disciples who participated in the competition finished drawing lots.

After the note was revealed, I found that the person who was in the fork was Shao Xiaolong from the South China Sea.

Because last night, the head teacher gave a reminder, Ge Yu went to carefully observe Shao Xiaolong for a while and found that this person was in his twenties, with a face with a national character, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and was very energetic. He was neither Taoist robe nor monk's uniform, but an ordinary white shirt and black trousers. People who don't know would think it was a civil servant from which unit, but this person was a little unspeakable and unsuspecting to praise and disgrace. Even if he had good luck, he was not sad or happy when he touched the 13th round of bye, and there was not much expression on his face.

What just makes everyone feel depressed is that the first competition made people feel a little unacceptable.

Because the person who touched No. 1 was Yueqiang's brother Yue Yang, and his opponent was the Taoist priest Tongtian of the Tianhu Sect.

During the competition yesterday, Yue Yang lost a lot of spiritual power. Although he recovered a little after a night of recuperation, he still looked a little weak.

The Taoist Master Tongtian of the Tianhu Sect was the one who everyone thought could compete for the top spot. When Yue Yang met this person, his hope of winning was slim.

Moreover, the Taoist Master Tongtian was ruthless and did not stop until he saw blood. Yue Qiang was worried that his brother would be injured by Taoist Master Tongtian, so he advised him to give up the fight and save his life.

Young people all have a spirit of not admitting defeat, and it is obviously the same for Yue Yang. It is obviously impossible to make him surrender without fighting.

Even though several people advised him to give up, the kid still stepped onto the ring.

When both of them stood on the ring, the game officially began with the sound of a gong.

Yue Yang pulled out the Qingfeng sword from his body, bowed to the Taoist Master Tongtian of the Tianhu Sect, and said politely: "Yue Yang, a disciple of the Qingcheng Shanyun Zhenren, asks for advice."

But the Taoist Master Tongtian on the opposite side stood there motionless, holding a sword in his arms, pressing the brim of his hat very low, and suddenly said coldly: "You can get out of the stage now. I won't hurt you, you don't deserve to be my opponent."
Chapter completed!