"Brothers, what are your numbers?"

"Why is mine blank?"

Ling Feng looked at the empty bamboo stick in his hand, and leaned over to look at the bamboo stick of the disciple next to him.

"I'm number three."

"You don't have a number, so you should be the one who gets a bye in this round."

After hearing this, Ling Feng turned around and counted carefully and found that there were 123 people.

"What kind of luck is this? I only got one bye?"

"Brother, how about we switch?"

He still wanted to lose in the first round, after all, the competition is about hiding the small things.

No reason, just because no one is chasing him, and he can communicate with all the disciples without reservation.

Now that he has revealed his identity as the number one, I'm afraid these disciples will remember him.

Thinking about it later, it's a bit impossible.

"No switch."

The disciple who was spoken to by Ling Feng left with his bamboo stick.

He had never seen this person, but the disciples who could participate in the battle between disciples were at least equal to them in strength.

No one had any intention of underestimating them.

"Very good, Ling Feng will take a bye, please go on stage first from number one to ten."

Seeing that everyone was ready, the young elder coughed twice again and spoke.

Ten more elders appeared in the dark and came to each stage.

To prevent them from fighting and causing death.

Ling Feng looked helpless and walked to the corner with the remaining hundred people.

As the sound began to fall, two figures in each stage attacked one after another.

The disciples below waved their fists and cheered. Everyone couldn't understand the way the direct disciples fought, but they could see that they were all very strong.

No matter who won, it would bring a visual feast to everyone.

The masters of the major peaks sat on the high platform, and the air was full of figures.

The high-level members of the sect nodded from time to time, and whispered a few words.

Palace Master Peak.

"Comfortable~"

Lin Bai had just woken up and had no idea about the direct battles in the outside world.

He stretched his body and looked down at his wife lying beside him.

She was breathing steadily and still sleeping soundly. Lin Bai did not get up, but hugged Su Qiyan into his arms.

The fragrance wafted from his nose, making Lin Bai feel calm.

He stretched out a hand to pinch Su Qiyan's face.

As he moved, a trace of crystal saliva immediately slid down the corner of Su Qiyan's mouth.

"Hmm~"

Sensing the movements of the outside world, Su Qiyan hummed softly in her throat, frowned slightly, and raised her hand to wave away Lin Bai's big hand.

"Husband, stop making trouble..."

Su Qiyan was so sleepy now that she squinted her eyes and pushed away Lin Bai's arms, turned over and continued to sleep deeply.

Seeing this, Lin Bai did not continue to disturb his wife.

He sat up from the bed and looked at her sleeping face.

A smile gradually rose at the corner of his mouth.

Time passed slowly, and the sun was high in the sky.

At the square arena.

The first round of battles between the direct disciples has ended, and the second round of draws is starting.

"Don't get a bye, don't get a bye."

Ling Feng put his hands together and begged the sky, and was the first to draw a bamboo stick from the bamboo tube.

He opened his eyes and looked quietly at the place blocked by his hands.

His fingertips slowly moved up, and his mood was almost in his throat.

"Don't get a bye!"

He let go, but...

"I report, there is a conspiracy!"

Raising the bamboo stick in his hand, Ling Feng faced everyone.

"This elder deliberately put this bamboo stick in my hand!"

"Although I am not a direct disciple, the disciples of the sect cannot be insulted. I don't want this bye!"

As the voice fell, Ling Feng stretched out his hand and threw it out, turning around to draw again.

Seeing Ling Feng's appearance, the young elder couldn't help but rub his eyebrows.

He knew best whether there was a conspiracy.

The same person got two byes, which has never happened before.

"A secret?"

"Is it bad to get a bye? Why does Senior Brother Lingfeng seem unhappy?"

The disciples whispered to each other.

"Bang!"

At this moment, Old Man Luo flew down from the platform and used his own spiritual energy to pull the bamboo stick into his hand.

"Are you dissatisfied with this result?"

After hearing what Old Man Luo said, Lingfeng shrank his neck.

He was dissatisfied with this result, so he pushed the blame on the elder.

Seeing him nod, Old Man Luo took the bamboo tube and stuffed the stick back.

"Crack, crack!"

Shake it quickly a few times and put it in front of Lingfeng.

"You draw again."

He also wanted to see how strong the first disciple was, but he got a bye in the first round, and now he wanted to fight so much.

What's wrong with opening a backdoor?

"Thank you, Master Luo Feng."

Ling Feng's face lit up when he heard this, and he quickly took out a stick from the bamboo tube.

He kept muttering, "Don't get a bye, don't get a bye."

Whether it was old man Luo or the youngThe elders all smiled helplessly.

No matter how lucky a person is, it is impossible to have three consecutive byes.

And if there is a bye, even they will probably feel that there is something fishy going on.

"Don't have a bye..."

Slowly moving his fingers away from the bamboo stick, Ling Feng looked down.

"Fuck, I don't want to play anymore!"

"Pah!"

With a flick of his arm, he threw the bamboo stick to the ground and turned to leave.

"It's fate. I can draw a number next time if I say I can't."

What kind of luck is this, having three consecutive byes.

Not to mention that there has never been anyone like this before, there may be no one like this later.

Seeing Ling Feng's angry look, the disciples burst into laughter, and even the disciples around him couldn't help but smile.

As for Ling Feng, he had no intention of sensing the movements around him.

He wanted to die now, but now he was already in the top 60.

After this round, he would be in the top 30.

If it keeps going down, he doesn't have to fight, the first place will belong to him.

Of course this is impossible, after all, there will be three people left to compete for the first place.

All three people have to play two games, and the results will be drawn.

"Junior brother, don't be sad."

"There will definitely be a chance in the end."

The competition continued, Ling Feng squatted on the ground with a rake on his shoulder, his face was depressed.

Sun Changguang came from the side, patted his shoulder and comforted him.

"How about we switch?"

At this time, Ling Feng wanted to change his number plate with everyone he saw.

It would be great if the game ended early and it would not attract attention.

"That won't work, I want to win the first place with my real strength and give the reward to my junior sister to play with!"

Sun Changguang refused his words without hesitation.

Only when he got the reward himself and gave it to his junior sister to play with, he would feel the greatest satisfaction.

"Junior sister? First?"

Hearing this, Ling Feng looked up at him, he remembered this person.

Just now, he used the tripod as a weapon in the ring, forcing his opponent to retreat step by step.

He was also a strong opponent.

But what made him speechless was that Sun Changguang won the first place just for a woman.

He immediately moved to the side a few points.

He was afraid that he would be infected by his love brain.

The world is big, and I am the most important. He regards all women as red skeletons.

As the saying goes, if there is no woman in your heart, you can draw your sword naturally.

Ling Feng pondered in his heart and became more convinced of his Tao heart.

That is to hide well and not let anyone discover your true strength.

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