The queen must start from the head

Chapter 217 School Competition ([-]) (Part [-])
Wushuang City, inside the Immortal Martial Arts Arena.

Following Mu Lian's order, all the referees and all the contestants took their positions.

At the corners of the high platform where the competition was held, there was a drummer raising his stick and hitting the flower skin drum heavily.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

After three heavy drums fell, a clear gong and drum sounded immediately after.

This means that today's first competition is about to begin.

Above the high platform, Wu Mei was the referee who presided over the first competition, and beside her stood a middle-aged man in a dark blue robe.This person is the other side of the first competition - the referee sent by Baiqimen.

Both sides send one person to supervise the battle, which is also for the fairness of the whole competition.

After the two referees came to the stage, the two contestants in the first competition also came to the high stage.

Both of them are young people in their early 20s, each wearing a dark robe, looking clean and crisp.

The two looked at each other, and one of them clasped his fists in salute first.

"Du Zhan, a disciple of the Wushuang Sect, please give me more advice!"

Another person immediately clasped his fists and saluted, "I'm Zhang Ting, a disciple of Baiqi Sect, please give me some advice!"

Wu Mei, who was wearing a crimson robe, said loudly, "The two sides of the competition are now on the stage. The rules of the competition are very simple. Whoever falls under the high platform first during the fight loses. There are five competitions in this round, with two people in each competition. The winner will get one point. At the end of this round, the side with the highest score will win outright. Do you two have any questions?"

Du Zhan and Zhang Ting replied in unison, "No doubt."

Seeing this, the referee of Baiqimen nodded and said, "Very good, after the two of us leave the high platform, you two will start the competition!"

After he finished speaking, he looked at Wu Mei, who nodded knowingly.

The two fell from the high platform at the same time and stood outside a yellow line on the edge of the high platform to supervise the competition.

When the two referees got off the high platform, the two on the stage fought together almost instantly.

Du Zhan is the sixth generation disciple of Tianxia Wushuang Sect, who is good at wielding double sabers, while Zhang Ting is an ordinary disciple in the Hundred Weapons School, who is good at all kinds of weapons in the school, and his moves are varied.

During the fight between the two, the double knives in Du Zhan's hands were sometimes swift as thunder, and sometimes attacked and defended left and right, blocking each other's attacks one after another.These two silver-white long knives are driven like arms in Du Zhan's hands, and they are extremely flexible.

Zhang Ting, a disciple of Baiqimen, faced Du Zhan's impenetrable saber technique, and he fired back and forth with hidden weapons and open weapons. Although the angle was tricky, it was difficult to hurt the opponent's body.

on the stand.

The goatee master of Baiqimen was stroking his beard while carefully watching the performance of his disciples.

The hostess of Shenghonglou commented, "Both of these two have good martial arts foundation. One is the main attacker, the other is both offensive and defensive. They are evenly matched in strength, and it is difficult to tell who is superior at the moment."

The middle-aged head of the Divine Sword Sect just watched the fight calmly, without speaking.

This kind of opening game is just an appetizer, and the competition will be more interesting as it progresses to the end.

On the stands, the two people who were at loggerheads gradually began to move faster and more anxiously.

The spectators, who were also cultivators, also cheered up for a moment. They knew that the two were about to decide the winner.

During the competition, the battle situation changes rapidly.

Zhang Ting used a club dart with his right hand, while Du Zhan blocked the gap between the darts with his two knives, he threw out a long whip with his left hand to hook the opponent's left calf.

As soon as the whip wrapped around the opponent's calf, Zhang Ting was overjoyed.

Unexpectedly, Du Zhan yelled, "I've been waiting for your trick for a long time!"

Zhang Ting was startled, the whip he was holding in his hand suddenly loosened in the next second, and the whole person lost his strength and fell backward.

Du Zhan, who cut off the long whip with a knife, swooped forward, flew away with both feet, kicked Zhang Ting's chest fiercely, and kicked him off the high platform.

This scene happened between lightning and flint.

The spectators only saw that as soon as Zhang Ting's whip was broken, Du Zhan flew out, and Zhang Ting fell off the high platform in a blink of an eye.

All of a sudden, everyone in the stands shouted "Okay!" The fighting arena also erupted.

At this time, Du Zhan, who managed to stay on the high platform, was also panting heavily.

If he and Zhang Ting continue to fight like before, it may not be clear who will win and who will lose.

At this time, under the high platform, the referee of Baiqimen took the initiative to say, "In the first competition, Wushuang faction scored a point!"

As these words fell, everyone from the Tianxia Wushuang Sect in the stands immediately burst into cheers.

Du Zhan on the high platform heard the cheers of his fellow disciples, and the corners of his mouth rose up.

At this time, he saw Zhang Ting, who was kicked off the high platform by himself, standing there rubbing his chest, then jumped off the side of the high platform and walked to the other side.

"Brother Zhang Ting, are you okay? The kick I just kicked may have been a bit heavy."

"It's okay. You are the superior one, so we are willing to admit defeat. Your name is Du Zhan, right? How long have you been a beginner?"

Du Zhan smiled and said, "I joined the Tianxia Wushuang sect three years ago. I am the sixth generation disciple of the sect. I am not considered a newcomer."

The two people were talking, and soon the venue staff came over and asked them to go to the side, because the next game was about to start.

Of the two people who took the stage this time, the people from Wushuang faction still wield swords, and the people from Baiqimen still use all weapons.

Just when everyone thought that the Tian Xia Wushuang faction might be the winner in this round, the two people on the high platform fought back and forth for hundreds of moves, but it was the Baiqi Sect person who took the lead in using a meteor hammer, knocking out the Tian Xia Wushuang faction. The people smashed the high platform!

All of a sudden, the disciples of Baiqimen cheered happily.

However, the face of their principal, the old man with the goatee, changed slightly.

This competition is over, and the two players on the field won one and lost one, and each scored one point.

Could it really be such a coincidence?

He turned his head to look at the two people beside him and asked, "Do you two know who made the match list for the Wushuang faction this time?"

The hostess of Shenghonglou and the host of Shenjianmen shook their heads when they heard the words, they really didn't know this.

After all, the list of disciples who participated in the battle submitted by everyone only had names, ages, and strength levels, and did not include details such as the moves that their disciples were proficient in and their actual combat abilities.

And they expected that the Wushuang faction would not do anything to lower the level with a high level.

Just like the four players who played in the first game, the strength of the four players is at the elementary level of the prefecture level, and whoever wins and who loses is in the number of five or five.

"What's wrong? Did Mr. He find something wrong?" the hostess of Shenghonglou asked curiously.

He Lao settled down and said, "I can't be sure yet. I need to watch a few more scenes to tell the difference."

While a few people were talking, the second competition between the Tianxia Wushuang Sect and the Baiqi Sect began.

The result of this competition came out very quickly, and it was still one win and one loss.

When the result of the third match was still one win and one loss, both the female head of Shenghonglou and the male head of Shenjianmen could see it now.

"Being able to accurately calculate the results of battles between prefecture-level disciples to this point, the person who is on the battle list is definitely not easy. There are experts in the Wushuang faction!"

The male leader of the Divine Sword Sect couldn't help but sigh.

"Maybe it's the battle table of the leader Mu who is not sure?" Sheng Honglou's hostess also interjected.

Elder He, who was silent at the side, now had a very solemn expression on his face.

In his opinion, after all, his family is an eighth-level force that is one level higher than the ninth-level force of Tianxia Wushuang Sect.

In this first game, we are taking the lead again. If we win, we will look good, but if we lose, it will be unjustifiable.

The three of them were talking while paying attention to the changes on the field.

At this time, the results of the fourth game have also come out.

Looking at the two score boards that automatically displayed four: four, Mr. He couldn't help but twitch his face.

The disciples of Wushuang faction won't make a comeback in the last round, will they?

Then the face of his Baiqi Sect will be lost...

At this moment, Elder He didn't want his family to win, after all, it was impossible for Master Mu to let his family lose the competition with his Baiqi sect at the gate of his house.

Right now, he was looking forward to his disciples being able to draw with the other party, which would look good on the face.

On the high platform, the competition continues.

These two people are still evenly matched in strength, the fight is evenly matched, even if there are people in the arena who don't know much about martial arts, it is still dazzling and quite enjoyable.

Just when one of them wanted to punch the other off the stage even though he was injured, the latter suddenly hugged him, and under the impact of the huge impact, both of them rolled down the high platform together.

Referee Wu Mei said solemnly, "In this match, both sides fell off the platform at the same time, and neither team scored."

Seeing the ladder coming, the judge of Baiqimen on the side also hurriedly answered, "This round of competition is over! Now I declare that the result of the competition between the Wushuang faction and Baiqimen is a draw!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was an instant burst of cheers from the audience.

"Okay, okay! It's really good!" Mr. He in the stands couldn't help but hold his hands and laugh.

The hostess of Shenghonglou asked in confusion, "Mr. He, your disciple didn't win the game. The two sides ended in a draw, so why should you be happy?"

He Lao waved his hands and said, "You don't understand, Shaoyao is in charge. You won't understand how I feel until the disciples from your sect come to the stage to compete."

Guanshi Shaoyao was still puzzled when he heard the words, but the male master of Shenjianmen who was beside him was thoughtful.

With the end of the first round of competition.

The second round of competition is about to begin.

The judges for this round were Xing Yu, the lord of Wushuang City, and Lian Qiao, the steward of Shenghonglou.

As soon as the two referees came on the field, someone exclaimed that these two people looked like a man and a woman!
Although Xing Yu's real age is close to a hundred, he was born with a jade-like face, like a gentle and elegant scholar.

The forsythia steward is also a gentle woman of Xiaojiabiyu type, and her speech is soft and waxy like water, which makes people's bones crisp.

The two stepped onto the high platform and began to announce the rules of this round of competition.

Some people in the stands were quietly discussing what kind of power Sheng Honglou, who was born as a forsythia manager, was.

Seeing that the people around him were guessing and saying that the words were wrong, an old practitioner from Kaiyang District couldn't help jumping out to speak out.

"Our Shenghonglou in Kaiyang District is not a sect composed entirely of women, nor is it a dirty business like you think! They are a serious eighth-level force, and the owner is an immortal-level powerful person. He's even more of a man! It's not what you say at all!"

Another young man from Kaiyang District couldn't help muttering after hearing what the old cultivator said, "It's a serious force, and the landlord is indeed a man, that is, in the whole building except the landlord, everyone else All of them are women..."

Uh..., the voice of the old cultivator froze, as if something had happened.

But he is old, and he has long turned a deaf ear to such romance and concubines that young people love to care about.Therefore, he didn't know the relationship between the owner of Shenghonglou and the group of female disciples.

As soon as they heard that there was only one landlord in the whole building who was a man, and the others were all women, many male casual cultivators suddenly had their eyes lit up, and their eyes were piercing.

They pestered the young man from Kaiyang District and asked him if Shenghonglou still recruited male students.

The young man definitely nodded and said, "No, not even one."

Many people were immediately disappointed, and some continued to ask unwillingly, "How do you know that they won't recruit?"

The young man touched his nose and said, "Because I am the son of the owner of Shenghong Mansion. He doesn't even recruit me, a son of the opposite sex, so will he recruit outsiders like you?"

Of course, the young man still took care of his father to hide his face after all, and did not say that the whole Shenghonglou was just a big harem opened by his father.

So now it is better than Aunt Lianqiao on the test stage, and Aunt Shaoyao on the other side of the stand, they are all his father's women.You others, stop thinking about it.

After a commotion here, there was a crisp sound of gongs and drums.

The first test of the second round has begun.

The audience soon became quiet again.

In the first competition this time, the two female disciples of Sheng Honglou won a double red and won two points at the same time.

Just when everyone was wondering whether the unparalleled one in the world was out of strength or just felt pity for the opponent when they saw that he was a woman, the two matches that followed completely changed their current views.

There is no other reason.

In the next two competitions, the disciples sent by Tianxia Wushuang fought fiercely!
She is a delicate girl!
Why did you hit someone's chest with a single fist? They don't want chests?
Also, what happened to the girl showing her long legs?
You have used your sword energy to make people's clothes burst, why did you kick him off the high platform with one kick?

It's fine to kick off the high platform, but the most hateful thing is to pretend to be a gentleman, throwing a cloak and gown on the beautiful body of the girl that is exposed outside, so that people can cover it tightly.

What do you want our audience to see?Can you please consider our feelings?

Fortunately, in the fourth game, the girls from Shenghonglou showed their strength again, defeated two opponents and scored two points again.

Now the two sides tied the score, and there was a score of [-]:[-] that was exactly the same as that of Baiqimen before.

Next is the fifth game that will decide the outcome.

At the beginning of the fifth round, the girl from Sheng Honglou rushed to preemptively again, but because she moved too fast, she was overwhelmed by the opponent and dragged away.

After a fight, the girl was finally knocked off the platform with a stick from the opponent.

Seeing that the score of the Wushuang faction had become five, Sheng Honglou's manager Shao Yao was in a hurry.

Just now, the people from Baiqi Sect had a tie with the Wushuang faction, could it be that they will lose when they come to Sheng Honglou?
If she really lost, how should she go back and explain to the person in the building!
In the second half of the competition, Guanshi Shaoyao was really worried!

She wished she could stand directly on the edge of the competition stage to cheer up her disciples.

In the end, as if someone in the dark heard the silent prayer in her heart, the disciple of the Wushuang faction made a mistake when he made a move, and the people from Sheng Honglou seized the opportunity and knocked him off the battle stage.

Immediately afterwards, the score on the scoreboard also changed to five: five.

Only then did Manager Shaoyao let out a long sigh of relief and looked at Mr. He, and said in a faint voice, "Now I finally understand what Mr. He just said."

After a while, she added another sentence, "The person on the battle table is indeed a master."

The male head of the Divine Sword Sect remained silent until the third round of competition began, when his disciples were about to enter the field, his expression became more serious.

The past two rounds of competitions have been wonderful.

The spectators in the fighting arena shouted again and again, and those who watched the competition through the void screen in the central square also screamed in front of the screen.

However, laymen watch the excitement, while experts watch the way.

As soon as the results of the first two rounds of tie competitions came out, the principals of the major sixth-rank forces immediately realized that this was not an easy matter.

At this time, in the restaurant under Kun Yuanzong's contract, the old man in gray robe who is the head of Kun Yuanzong has already obtained a list of the total combatants for today's martial arts competition.

He quickly passed by the three eighth-level forces in front without looking, and jumped directly to the battle list between Taihe Sect and Shenxing Sect at the back.Just looking at the list, there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with it.

After all, the strength levels of both parties are on the same level. Once a fight starts, it depends on individual means.

But the gray-robed old man still faintly felt that something was wrong.

He is also about to take the step of becoming an immortal, and he also has a keen perception of unknown things that ordinary enlightened people do not have.

Suddenly, he seemed to hear something, and picked up the battle table again.

After looking at it for a few more times, his expression suddenly changed, and then he slammed the list on the table, and the paper was embedded into the wooden table three inches deep.

Oops!Something is wrong!
The Shenxing Sect and the Taihe Sect may lose these two battles!

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