The son-in-law of the first wealthy family

After saying these words, Mu Sheng didn't care about Zhou Qi, smiled lightly, and walked directly to the audience stage.

At this moment, the auditorium is full of people. Ordinary people are not qualified to watch martial arts master-level competitions, but there are children from those aristocratic families, and there are many members of the Xuanwu team. Most of the members of the Xuanwu team are not enough. Those who are able to participate in the reserve group competition, they all sit on the audience stand to watch.

"Mr. Mu—"

Suddenly a familiar voice came. Mu Sheng looked over and saw that it was Shu Kunlun waving to him. After all, Shu Kunlun was a mysterious person with a high status, so the viewing platform also had a good view and a good location.

Mu Sheng walked over and sat down beside Shu Kunlun.

"As expected of Mr. Mu, I knew it was you when I heard about the recommendation quota, and now I see that it is exactly as I expected. How can a small four major organization preparatory group competition assessment be difficult for you? What?" Shu Kunlun boasted as soon as he opened his mouth.

Mu Sheng smiled, Shu Kunlun has been adoring him ever since he helped him break through the Xuan Zhe, as if he regarded him as some kind of hermit master, but it is not the case, Shu Kunlun was able to break through because of his accumulated strength. The foundation is there, otherwise, it would be impossible for him to break through with just a little marrow washing pill.

But Shu Kunlun obviously wouldn't listen to Mu Sheng's words. After noticing the empty seat beside Shu Kunlun, he couldn't help but say, "By the way, where is Shu Yike? Why didn't she come with you?"

According to Mu Sheng's understanding of Shu Yike, she likes to come to such lively occasions the most, and it seems a bit abnormal that she didn't come today.

"Her, she has been clamoring for martial arts recently. I taught her a set of boxing techniques and luck formulas yesterday. She practiced all night, so she is sleeping now, so I didn't wake her up."

Shu Kunlun said with a smile, and then asked: "But Mr. Mu, there is a strange phenomenon about Shu Yike practicing martial arts. I have never seen such a phenomenon. Can I trouble you to visit my place when you are free? "

"Abnormal phenomenon?"

Mu Sheng frowned, then nodded and said, "Okay, I'll take a look when the time comes."

"Thank you so much, Mr. Mu."

After the two had a brief conversation, they turned their attention to the competition ring.

At the same time, Fan Rong's instructor's loud voice was like rolling thunder, spreading from above the referee's platform to the entire square.

"For this competition, apart from the recommended disciples, our Xuanwu group can recruit a total of ten disciples to enter the reserve group."

"The competition method is based on the points rules. The number plate in your hand is counted as one point. If you knock other people out of the ring or take away their number plate, you can get a corresponding point. It is divided into four small fields, and 30 people are randomly selected in each field to compete, and the final result will be advanced by the ten people with the highest points."

"And the No.1 and recommended players will be able to get the title of first-class players, enter the reserve group, and can directly enjoy the treatment of first-class players, with [-] points awarded every month."

"The remaining few will also have points rewards ranging from [-] to [-] points."

As soon as these words came out, the faces of the children below were all in an uproar.

Originally, No.1 only enjoyed the treatment of [-] points, but now it is actually divided into the first-class team members, and the remaining nine people also have different point rewards. It seems that this time, the Mysterious Alliance really attaches great importance to this competition ah.

After the uproar, all the disciples had fiery eyes and high fighting spirit.

Instructor Fan Rong looked at the enthusiastic team members and couldn't help but smile slightly, and then his thick voice resounded like thunder!
"Then let's start this competition!"

As the instructor Fan Rong's voice fell, the huge screen standing outside the square suddenly turned at a high speed, and then arranged and combined a series of numbers into four groups.

The disciples compared the numbers on the screen, and some could not help but secretly rejoice when they saw that their group was slightly weaker, while some saw that they were grouped with Lai Yiheng and other half-step profound practitioners, their faces were ugly, and they wanted to cry without tears.

Although the ranking in the final competition is determined by the points, but if you encounter a strong person and are eliminated directly, then what are they compared to?

"The first group of competitions, start!"

After Fan Rong's words fell, the 120 disciples who did not belong to the first group left the arena, while the remaining [-] disciples stood in the arena, staring at the surrounding people with fierce eyes, either vigilant or fearful.

This time only ten disciples could enter the preparatory group, so this means that if they want to successfully advance, they must be at least among the top three in a preparatory group to be sure, otherwise, they have to resign themselves to fate.

Moreover, the order of the number of people was disrupted this time. People who knew each other were divided into different groups, just like the six half-step profound practitioners. Knowing the situation, this kind of competition can be said to be quite fierce.

If you want to get points, you have to fight and grab them from the opponent!But you have to beware of other people's sneak attack from behind. This kind of competition is not just a simple test of a person's level of cultivation.

On the ring stage, the eyes of the forty disciples met, with various fire lights shining in their eyes.

"One set of competitions, a total of 10 minutes, starts now!" Instructor Fan Rong said loudly.

"boom!"

At the same moment, a disciple of a martial arts master with a peak cultivation level erupted with aura. The aura emerged, as if the fuse of a gunpowder barrel had been ignited. In the next second, countless terrifying and frightening auras burst out one after another.

Forty or so disciples dashed out from the spot, some charged directly at the bullying disciple, and some squatted in the corner, ready to move when the time came.

This scene is really spectacular.

"Boy, hand over your number plate to me!"

"If you hand over the number plate, I can spare your life!"

All kinds of voices of reprimand came from the crowd. In this competition, everyone used almost all kinds of means.

Someone even brought a black weapon, which killed all directions in the crowd, and all kinds of powerful auras rose into the sky.

In just a moment, there were casualties, and some people were even kicked out of the ring directly, with blood spurting from their mouths.

Mu Sheng watched quietly on the stage.

Peng Changbai was assigned to the first group, which is not the strongest group, but definitely not weak. If Peng Changbai's previous strength is used, then this time, he will definitely not be able to enter the top ten in the group, but will be eliminated.

"Oh!"

At this moment, a practitioner who was close to Peng Changbai suddenly attacked Peng Changbai without warning, his palms facing each other, and his breath surged.

Peng Changbai was beaten back again and again.