Chapter 922

Three days passed quickly.

Early in the morning, chen fan finished the day's practice, recalled the drunken chirp on the table to the storage bag, and then walked out of his room.

At this moment, everyone is ready to go to lingyunzong disciple square under the leadership of Guo Mingfeng.

Along the way, all the people of the clan have appeared, gathering into a torrent of hustle and bustle, moving forward together.

Chen fan also saw Murong Bo, looked at him from a distance, saw that the other side still maintained a modest posture, nodded to him.

Not long ago, the lingyunzong disciple square has arrived, at this moment, the square has gathered many lingyunzong disciples.

I think they are all here to watch the excitement.

In terms of the number of people, I'm afraid only a small number of lingyunzong's disciples have come, and most of them are impatient. It seems that they have been forced to come.

This competition, which is so important to the primary forces, may not be worth mentioning in the eyes of the disciples of the intermediate forces.

After walking through the crowd and coming to the front, the fifteen arena have been built and numbered.

In the top position, an elder of lingyunzong, wearing a white robe, sat there. In addition, there were no high-level officials in Lingyun sect. Only some deacons kept order around.

"Now that all of you are here, let's start drawing lots. Who's going to fight and go to the arena on their own."

With the elder's words, the Deacon Ling yunzong came forward with the box for drawing lots, and all of them drew lots in turn.

Because of the large number of people, there are almost five rounds in the arena, represented by a, B, C, and E.

Chen Fan's serial number is B 12, which means that he will compete in the 12th arena of the second round.

At that time, there will be drawn the same person who is the B-12 label to fight against Chen fan.

This way of drawing lots is clear at a glance, and it is very convenient, but there are a few exceptions. If you are not lucky, it is easy to draw people from your family.

But luck has always been a kind of strength, even if really draw, can only bite teeth to continue.

After the drawing of lots for all the seven star clan members, Guo Mingfeng's first thing was to let everyone confirm whether they had drawn their own followers.

At the time of the last qualifying battle, the Seven Star sect had two matches in the first round, so they lost so badly in the end.

Fortunately, this time, everyone's luck is very good, and there is no roommate.

In this way, the first round of fighting soon began, chen fan's side only Ye Wufeng participated in the first round.

Watching each other go to the challenge arena, chen fan also stood at the bottom to watch.

"Dong Dong..."

the sound of gongs resounded throughout the hall. At the same time, the first round of the first round of the zongmen qualifying battle was announced to begin.

Ye Wufeng is in the No. 8 arena. He has just stepped on it, and a red figure suddenly appears.

If it is really a narrow enemy, ye Wufeng's opponent is the blood refining clan!

And it was the sharp nosed monkey who yelled in front of the seven star family house three days ago!

"This time there is no front danger. After all, he is young, and his cultivation is a little inferior."

Jin Yong held his eight Leng sledgehammer and shook his head and sighed. There was a sense of regret in his voice.

Chen fan is the same, sighing Ye Wufeng's misfortune. However, he knows how much preparation has been made for this qualifying battle. Last night, even the whole person was too excited to sleep.

But who could have thought that his luck was so bad that he met a strong enemy in the first round, and his cultivation was one day higher than that of him.