"Eldest sister, why hasn''t the senior brother come up yet!"

    A core disciple said to Hua Mengqi anxiously.

    "Don''t worry, Junior Brother Chu will catch up!"

    Although Hua Mengqi said so, the worry on her face betrayed her heart.

    "What the hell is this guy doing!"

    Ruoxiwen''s eyes stared at the edge of the cliff.

    Almost all of the ten talented disciples were staring at the cliff, and most of them were thinking about what the elder brother of Flying Dragon Peak was doing.

    Suddenly, a slightly tired voice came out.

    "worn out!"

    Chu Yan climbed up with sweat on his face, watching everyone staring at him in unison, feeling a little hairy in his heart.

    "This product can really pretend, and I''m still exhausted. It''s not fake!"

    Seeing Chu Yan climb up, Lin Feng felt his teeth itch with ruthlessness. With Chu Yan''s perverted strength, how could it be possible for a Nine Dragons Pantian Formation to make him so tired.

    "Are you pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger again? This guy!"

    Shan Chengming''s eyes were also full of hatred.

    In fact, Chu Yan was wronged very much. He was really exhausted, so how could he not be tired when he hurried to practice without a moment''s rest.

    However, this harvest is still extremely huge. Chu Yan feels that his cultivation base has reached the peak of the ninth floor of the Qi training period, and he is still one step away from stepping into the tenth floor of the Qi training period.

    "Sixtieth place, Chu Yan! The remaining thirty people lose their qualifications for the next knockout round."

    The inspector elder said in a low voice and pronounced the ''death penalty'' for those who had not yet climbed to the top of the mountain.

    The entire square of Pantian Peak is tens of thousands of square meters, and the ground exudes a dark blue light, which is completely paved with third-order ore azure stone.

    At this time, twenty-one huge arenas had been built on Pantian Peak, each of which was 100 meters square.

    The arena in the very center was a thousand meters square, and that was the place to compete for the first person of the younger generation of the Nine Peaks of the Ascension Sect.

    The disciples who participated in the sect competition were 90 in total, 30 of them had been eliminated in the Nine Dragons Pantian Formation, and there were 60 remaining.

    Among them, 20 seed disciples will directly advance to the next round, including three each from Pantian Peak and Jiuzhuan Peak, and two from each of the remaining seven peaks.

    The remaining forty disciples will have a one-on-one knockout match, and the twenty winners will challenge the twenty seed disciples to decide the top 20 in the sect competition, and then the next round of knockout will be conducted to decide the top ten. Finally, the top ten ranked battles.

    Each peak has its own rest room, and the disciples of each peak are in the rest room at this time.

    Feilongfeng side.

    In the previous Nine Dragons Pantian Formation, three Feilongfeng disciples were eliminated.

    "Okay, then it''s up to the seven of you. As long as you fight for the teacher to be in the top five of Jiufeng, then the teacher will definitely not treat you badly. I happen to have a top-quality magic weapon in my hand recently..."

    Qi Tianlie said a few words, and the hearts of several of the disciples immediately became hot. The top-quality magic weapon is something that can''t be found, and no one wants to get it.

    "Ghost head, it''s up to you this time!"

    Qi Tianlie didn''t even look at Chu Yan, and said to the ghost.

    "The disciple will not disappoint the master!"

    The voice of the ghost head was very hoarse, with a gloomy meaning, and several disciples next to him subconsciously retreated.

    "Well, okay, this time I have two seed disciples of Feilongfeng, Guishou and Hua Mengqi!"

    Qi Tianlie said lightly and looked at Chu Yan at the same time.

    Chu Yan''s expression did not change, but the other disciples were somewhat reluctant.

    "Master, Senior Brother Chu is my Senior Brother of Flying Dragon Peak, and his strength is extraordinary..."

    "Yes, Master, the last time Yun Yufeng and Fu Hufeng came to make trouble, it was Senior Brother..."

    ...

    On that day, Chu Yan taught Fu Hu and Yunyu Erfeng a lesson severely, and distributed all the captured spoils to everyone. He only kept Lin Feng''s green flying sword and Chu Yan''s might. All of them were convinced, and they came out to maintain them at this time.

    "Shut up for this deity!"

    Qi Tianlie let out a cold snort, and everyone dared not speak any more, and listened to him indifferently: "Seed disciples have always been divided by cultivation, ghost head!"

    The momentum of the ghost head spread out suddenly, and suddenly several disciples were overwhelmed.

    "How about it, Guishou''s strength has reached the peak of the eleventh-level Qi training period, Meng Qi''s strength is also at the ninth-level Qi training period, and Chu Yan''s strength is only the eighth-level Qi training period. If I, Feilongfeng, let such a person be the Seed disciples shouldn''t be laughed at and beat their teeth."

    When Qi Tianlie spoke, his eyes were fixed on Chu Yan, but Chu Yan''s face was indifferent, without the slightest hint of color.

    "Master, I am willing to quit and give up my position to Master Chu..."

    "no need!"

    Chu Yan''s cold words interrupted Hua Mengqi, who turned to Qi Tianlie with a smile on his face: "What Master said is very true!"

    "Okay, since that''s the case, then it''s settled, Chu Yan, don''t embarrass your teacher!"

    "Follow the Master''s law!"

    Chu Yan smiled lightly, turned around and walked out of the house, but his heart was extremely cold, what if he participated in one more knockout match, it was not yet time to turn against Qi Tianlie.

    The first round of the lottery ended soon. In order to avoid the weakening of the strength of the same peak, the disciples of each peak in the first round will not compete with their own peak disciples.

    "Ring No. 8, Flying Dragon Peak Chu Yan vs. Yunyu Peak Zhou Hongwen."

    The loud and clear voice of the referee elders spread throughout the square.

    "Are you going to start?"

    Chu Yan smiled faintly, but his blood began to boil. He had been waiting for this moment for a long time!