The next day, the Zongmen Grand Competition had reached its final stage.

After about half a month of screening, among the disciples of the Deadwood Sect, the list of the top 100 in strength has been released.

These people will be the future hope of the dead wood faction, and Liu Zhengyang naturally also expressed great importance.

"It's the head! The head has appeared!"

When he appeared on the rostrum, the disciples of the Deadwood Sect who were watching below finally couldn't hold back and shouted loudly.

In Tianling City, in order to protect the people in Tianling City, Liu Zhengyang faced the doomsday thunder alone, and then suffered a despicable and shameless sneak attack by a demon cultivator and betrayal by an aristocratic family.

He was seriously injured and rarely appeared in public.

As a result, rumors about Liu Zhengyang's injury also spread, causing trouble all over the city.

In the face of such a situation, Liu Zhengyang did not stand up to refute the rumors, so that the rumors intensified, and there were even rumors that Liu Zheng would likely fall off the altar because of excessive injuries!

Coupled with the continuous entry of new refugees in the surrounding area, some people in Tiannan Province began to doubt the truth of this rumor.

But when Liu Zhengyang appeared, all the rumors were self-defeating.

"Everyone is very enthusiastic!"

As the head of the Deadwood Sect, Liu Zhengyang did not appear majestic, but looked very kind.

"I think you have heard about some rumors recently, but rumors are rumors, they can't be true!"

Liu Zhengyang's voice just fell, and a tsunami-like shout came from below.

"The head is mighty!"

Liu Zhengyang stretched out his hand and pressed down: "I have witnessed your efforts, and now is the time for you to pursue your own honor in life, enter the top ten of the sect, become a direct disciple, and become a core member of my Deadwood Sect!"

"let's start!"

After a brief remark, the atmosphere of the game became more and more enthusiastic.

The old man Zhu sat beside Liu Zhengyang with a smile on his face.

"Young Sect Master, these little guys were quite serious when you didn't show up, but now, the whole person is full of fighting spirit, it's really different!"

"Old Zhu, don't be ashamed to kill me here!"

Liu Zhengyang smiled and shook his head.

"This is really not a flattery, I can see the old man clearly!"

Rarely did the old alcoholic didn't drink today, and even wore a fancy dress.

It can be seen that he is also quite attentive to today's affairs, and his performance is very serious, which is quite rare.

"Today is destined to be a day written in the history of the Deadwood School. Although I like to drink, I never get drunk before I get down to business!"

Seemingly seeing Liu Zhengyang's curious eyes, the old alcoholic flicked his clothes and said with a smile.

Liu Zhengyang raised his brows, good guy, it seems like what he did before was not serious!

"Boom~"

With the sound of the gong, the Zongmen Tournament officially started!

Zu Qingxin and Pang Feng missed the match.

Zu Qingxin is fine, his mind is calm, and even if he has gained strength, he is still cultivating with great concentration.

But Pang Feng was different. The last time he faced the killer, he was slightly injured. After recovering, the whole person became more and more excited, and this attitude also made the fusion of the fire of life in his body more supple.

"Do you think Master will let you and I play in the end?"

A flash of excitement flashed in Pang Feng's eyes: "At that time, the two of us will decide whether to win or lose. How about the big brother who wins?"