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

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

These people will be the future hope of the Withered Wood faction, and Liu Zhengyang naturally also expressed a great degree of importance.

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

When he appeared on the rostrum, the withered wood sect disciples who were onlookers couldn't hold back after all, and shouted loudly.

In Tianling City, Liu Zhengyang faced the Doomsday Thunder alone in order to protect the people in Tianling City.

As a result, he was seriously injured and rarely appeared in public.

As a result, rumors about Liu Zhengyang's injury also spread, causing troubles in the city.

Faced with such a situation, Liu Zhengyang did not stand up to refute the rumors, so that the rumors intensified, and there are even rumors that Liu is in charge because of excessive injuries, and is likely to fall from the altar!

Coupled with the continuous entry of new refugees from the surrounding areas, 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 Withered Wood faction, Liu Zhengyang did not show a majestic appearance, but looked very kind.

"Recently, I think you have heard about certain rumors, but rumors are rumors, so they can't be true!"

As soon as Liu Zhengyang's voice fell, the sound of a mountain whistling and a tsunami came from below.

"The head is mighty!"

Liu Zhengyang stretched out his hand and pressed down: "I have witnessed your efforts, and now it is also 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 Withered Wood faction!"

"let's start!"

After a brief talk, the atmosphere of the game became more heated.

Old Man Zhu sat beside Liu Zhengyang with a smile on his face.

"Young boss, these little guys were still quite serious when you didn't show up. Now, the whole person is high-spirited, it's really different!"

"Mr. Zhu, don't kill me ashamed here!"

Liu Zhengyang smiled and shook his head.

"It's really not a feat, I can see the old man clearly!"

The old drunkard rarely drank alcohol today, and even wore a full costume.

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

"Today is destined to be a day written into the history of the Withered Wood School. Although I like to drink, I never drink before getting into business!"

Seeing Liu Zhengyang's curious gaze, the old drunkard flicked his clothes and said with a smile.

Liu Zhengyang raised his eyebrows, good fellow, this said, as if what he had done before was not business!

"Boom~"

With the sound of the bronze gong, the Zongmen Tournament officially began!

Zu Qingxin and Pang Feng missed the match.

Zu Qing's new arrival is okay, and his mind is calm, even if he gains strength, he is still practicing with great concentration.

But Pang Feng was different. The last time he faced the killer, he suffered a little injury. After he recovered, his whole body became more excited, and this attitude also made the natal fire in his body merge more and more supple.

"Do you think Master will let you and me fight in the end?"

A flash of excitement flashed in Pang Feng's eyes: "When the time comes, the two of us will win and lose, how about the big brother who wins?"