With the expectation of all the disciples, the day of the new disciple Dabi will soon come.

Early in the morning, Su Jinyue and Zhan Yihan, along with other new disciples, followed the deacon to the arena.

I saw that the stage had been set up on the arena, and in the open space under the stage, many old disciples were standing there waiting to watch the game.

On the high platform not far from the stage, sitting the elders of the peaks and the elders of the disciple courtyard.

"I'm so nervous!" Ling Xiaoqiu clenched his hands tightly, looking nervously at the stage not far away. When she was in the cultivation world, she often participated in competitions, but she had never been as nervous as this time. Maybe the result of this game is related to her future distribution in the martial arts. If her grades are excellent this time, she can choose the peaks she wants to practice. If her grades are too bad, she can only wait for the elders of the peaks to choose herself. If the elders of all peaks are not selected, then she will eventually become a miscellaneous disciple.

Su Jinyue turned her head and smiled at Ling Xiaoqiu, "Relax, just treat it as an ordinary game. Your strength is above the average among the disciples, so there will be no problem."

"Yeah." Ling Xiaoqiu nodded and took a hard breath, trying to calm herself down.

"Now, please draw lots for the disciples to decide their order of playing, starting from the first disciple here, and going on stage in turn." The deacon looked at the disciple on the right and said.

The first disciple on the right came out of the line and reached out to draw a jade medal from the box on the table, followed by the second disciple, the third disciple...

Seeing that it was her turn, Su Jinyue stepped forward, stretched out her hand and pulled out a jade medal from the box, and saw that the number on it was seventy-nine. The group of new disciples who came in with her, plus the group of disciples before them, totaled two hundred and thirty-nine disciples.

Su Jinyue estimated that it would be her turn in tomorrow's game. Seeing that Zhan Yihan had drawn the jade medal, she asked, "What's your number?"

"One hundred and twenty-three." Zhan Yihan said.

"I am number ninety-four." Wu Zheng said from the side.

"I am one hundred and seventy-two." Ling Xiaoqiu said. The competition this time is a wheel battle. Each disciple needs to win ten consecutive games to advance, or no one can advance to the stage to challenge.

While several people were talking, the two disciples on the stage had already begun a battle.

Looking up, I saw that one of them was Li Hui who had come in with them, and another disciple was a disciple of the previous group.

The disciple of the last group of the two used a flute. As he put the flute to his mouth, a beautiful flute sound poured out. Li Hui, who was using the two hammers on the opposite side, stopped moving and his eyes became blurred. stand up.

"Yin Gong." Su Jinyue raised her eyebrows with interest. This is the first time she has seen someone use sound skills. The sound power seems soft and weak, but it can destroy the consciousness of the other party silently, making people completely indulged in the music and unable to extricate themselves.

Li Hui's eyes became godless, and he stood blankly. He was kicked off the stage by the opponent before waking up. He looked around and realized that he had been eliminated.

Looking at the disciples on the stage, Li Hui was a little bit scared, and at the same time secretly rejoicing. Fortunately, the game stipulated that he could not hurt people's lives, otherwise he was afraid this time.

With the end of the first game, the disciple who got the number three plate jumped onto the stage.

"Please!" The disciple who used the flute smiled and gestured to the new disciple who was on stage. Seeing the opponent rushed up, he quickly stepped back and put the flute in his hand to his mouth again.

The sound of the flute poured out again, and it soon enveloped the entire stage.

After the disciple on the opposite side knew that the other side was using the sound attack, he was already mentally prepared. When the other side was playing the flute, he quickly played an isolation formation around him.

The sound of the flute hit the isolation formation, rippling in circles.

"Kacha!" There was a soft sound, and a crack was cracked in the isolation. The sound of the flute saw the needle quickly enter the isolation array, and the disciple was quickly controlled by the sound of the flute.

See each other

His eyes became dull, and the flute disciple lifted his foot and kicked the opponent off the stage.

The second match ended again.

"That disciple is amazing!" Wu Zheng exclaimed. Switching to being on stage by himself would certainly not last long, but fortunately, he was unlikely to meet the opponent at a later stage.

"Unexpectedly, the sound attack is so powerful." Ling Xiaoqiu said incredulously. This is also the first time she has seen someone use a sound attack.

Su Jinyue chuckled her lips and smiled, "Although the sound attack is powerful, he wants to attack the opponent with his own fairy power. Look at that monk, he looks relaxed, but in fact he can't support it for long."

Wu Zheng and Ling Xiaoqiu heard the words and looked at the disciple on the stage carefully, and they saw that the other's face turned pale.

"Although the sound attack is powerful, it doesn't seem that everyone can control it." Wu Zheng sighed.

"It's because his own strength is too weak. If he is replaced by a more powerful monk to control the sound skills, he can definitely exert greater power, Senior Sister Su, isn't it?" Ling Xiaoqiu asked Su Jinyue.

"Yeah." Su Jinyue nodded.

The competition on the stage continued. In the fifth game, the disciple who used the flute finally couldn't help but vomited a big mouthful of blood.

"Sure enough, as Senior Sister Su said, Yin Gong is not so easy to control." Wu Zheng shook his head.

"Yeah." Ling Xiaoqiu nodded in agreement.

At this time, a blue-haired man stepped onto the stage.

"It is Senior Brother Zhou Jizhou Zhou, who is ranked number one among the new disciples. The disciple who met Senior Brother Zhou was really unlucky."

"He is not the number one among the new disciples. Now the number one is Senior Brother Zhan Yihanzhan."

"I haven't heard of Senior Brother Zhan. Anyway, I think Senior Brother Zhou is amazing."

"That's because you haven't seen Senior Brother Zhan's power."

"Senior Brother Zhou is a middle-stage cultivator, is there anyone who surpasses him among the new disciples?"

"Senior Brother Zhan is a late-stage cultivator, who do you say is more powerful?" The new disciple divided into two factions and began to argue.

Hearing the dispute among the disciples, Zhan Yihan shook his head. He is not interested in whether he is the number one among the new disciples, and it is not these new disciples that he wants to surpass.

Zhou Jizhou hooked his finger at the disciple who was about to fight against him, "Let's start!" As he spoke, he moved his feet and rushed towards the opponent.

When the disciple saw that his opponent was Zhou Jizhou, there was already a trace of fear in his heart. Seeing Zhou Jizhou rushing towards him, he quickly stepped back.

"Bang!" Zhou Jizhou slapped the disciple's chest with a palm, and the disciple was beaten out and dropped off the stage.