Chapter 32 Win without a fight

The next day, the sun rose as usual, and the dark clouds scattered cleanly overnight. The sun shines on the earth and also shines on Longshou Peak. For a moment, the palace attic on Longshou Peak was golden, touching and elegant fairy scene.

Lin Shang arrived at the square early, standing next to the red list next to the "Qian" ring, staring at the names on the red list in a daze.

Today is the fourth day of the five peaks. In three days, the names of 112 disciples of Xuantianzong were removed from the red list. At this time, there were only 16 names and signatures on the huge red list. Eight on the left are the list of true disciples, and eight on the right are the list of inner disciples. Next to the two adjacent names are written in lacquer gold letters, which are written in the direction of the two will be compared with each other. The disciples of Zhenchuan are the four ringes of "Qian", "Tui", "Li" and "Zhen". The disciples of the inner door are the four platforms of "Xun", "Kan", "Gun" and "Kun". Lin Shang looked at the left side of his name, a big word "Li".

Lin Shang looked at the names on the left of the red list one by one, and knew three of the seven people, Yu Lianzhou, Ruan Mei and Su Yuqing. I have never heard of the other four, but since they can stand out from the 64 true disciples and become one of the top eight, there must be many means.

Wei Luo, Linshang's opponent today. A name that Linshang has never heard of, I don't know which peak's disciple, and I don't know what level he has reached.

Looking at the big word Wei Luo under his name, Lin Shang shook his head. When he met him in the ring, he would naturally know at that time. It's useless to think more now.

"Brother Lin came so early." A voice came from behind Linshang.

Lin Xiang turned around and saw Liu Xiangzhen and Ji Ming standing behind him, smiling.

Liu Xiangzhen and Ji Ming also came to the square when Linshang looked at the red list in a daze. When they saw Linshang standing motionless in front of the red list, they came over together.

"The two brothers are also quite early." Lin Shang turned the corners of her mouth and replied with a smile.

Liu Xiangzhen quickly stepped forward, walked to the edge of the red list, pointed to the name under Zuo Linshang and said to Ji Ming in surprise, "Brother Ji Ming, did your eldest brother lose the test yesterday?"

Ji Ming shook his head and said with some worries on his face, saying, "Well, I heard from other brothers that in yesterday's competition, he competed with Brother Wei Luo, the eldest disciple of Panlongfeng, too fierce, and one was the main attack and the other defense. He fought over and fought for two defeats, but my eldest brother lost."

Linshang was shocked to hear the words and said, " Even your big brother can't fight him. What kind of cultivation is he? I'm going to compete with Brother Wei Luo today, and won't I be beaten to death by him?

Ji Ming looked at Linshang's slightly dark face and said word by word, "The peak of congenital Shidan in the middle!"

Linshang was speechless. His little monk in the middle realm of the congenital virtual elixir had to compete with a master in the middle of the innate solid elixir, and there was no suspense about the result.

The sun slowly rose, and there were more and more people in the square. After a while, the square became crowded. Nearly a thousand people surrounded the eight ring in the middle. Near and far away were the discussion and shouts of the disciples of Xuantian Sect, which was extremely noisy.

Under the "Qian" ring, there was a sea of people. Needless to say, Su Yuqing competed there today. Lin Shang took a look at the "Qian" ring and didn't see the floating figure in white. He shrugged his shoulders and walked to the "Li" ring with Liu Xiangzhen and Ji Ming.

Walking close to the "Lie" ring, Lin Shang found that there were nearly 200 people around here, with shrugging heads and noisy voices. It seemed that in addition to the ring where Su Yuqing was located, the busiest place in the square was here.

Lin Xiang took a deep breath and quietly said to Liu Xiangzhen around him, "There are so many people, is that Brother Wei Luo so charming?"

Liu Xiangzhen said solemnly, "Brother Wei Luo is profound and naturally charming, but in my opinion, most of these people come to see you, Brother Lin."

Linshang was shocked and said, "How come? Why did you come to see me?"

Liu Xiangzhen laughed a few times and said, "As of today, there are only eight disciples left in Wufeng Dabizhen. Among them, the biggest dark horse is Su Yuqing and you. The two new disciples have entered the top eight. Who doesn't want to see your demeanor?"

Linshang remembered the crowd that ran to her crazily yesterday and was dumb for a moment.

The three walked under the stage. Along the way, many people recognized their disciples and made way one after another. Lin Shang looked around and saw that there were many disciples of Pan Longfeng around him. Even Shang Wuji, the defeated general, stood on the edge of the ring and looked at himself with gloomy eyes. He thought that it was because today's competition was their eldest brother Wei Luo, so there were more disciples of Pan Longfeng who came to watch, but they did not see Panlongfeng's first Shang Dynasty.

Linshang walked to the middle of the stage, where there were five or six chairs, but only two people sat there. One is the elder with white beard, and the other is Li Mubai, the first of Youlanfeng, who has not appeared for two days.

Linshang first saluted and said, "Master."

Then he turned his body and said to the white bearded elder: "Master."

The two of them said "um" at the same time.

Lin Chang was stunned and recognized that the white-bearded elder was the one sitting under the stage during the first and second day of the test.

The white-bearded elder obviously also remembered Linshang. He glanced at Linshang and then said to Li Mubai, "Brother Li, I didn't expect you to have a talent under your disciples for the first time."

Li Mubai seemed to have a good relationship with the white-bearded elder. He smiled, his eyes were full of pride, and said modestly, "Brother Feng is flattered. The bad disciple is just lucky. Well, this time I met Wei Luo of Panlongfeng.

"Brother Li doesn't have to be modest. It's not just lucky to be able to reach the top eight." The white-bearded elder alluded to Linshang's sudden promotion.

Li Mubai smiled, but didn't say anything more.

At this time, the bell tripod sounded behind the stage, and Li Mubai turned his head and said to Lin Shang, "Shang'er, you go on the stage."

Hundreds of eyes in the field suddenly swept over and fell on Linshang. Linshang's face did not change, and she answered, "Yes." After saying that, he turned his head and walked to the stage.

After a few steps, he saw Shang Wuji's pale face, but his eyes looked at himself grimly.

"Brother Shang, have you recovered from your injury?" Lin Shang looked at the bandage on Shang Wuji's chest and asked.

Shang Wuji's face was whiter and his eyes were full of anger, but then he laughed: "I'm not seriously injured. I can get better after a few days off. However, when Brother Lin meets my brother Wei, I'm afraid he won't be able to go down for months."

Lin Shang's mouth was upturned, smiled and said, "This is not bothered by the business brother. It's better to cure his injury as soon as possible. In case it affects the future practice, hey, that's not good."

Shang Wuji snorted and said, "I'm waiting to see what you look like when you are carried off the ring." After saying that, he turned around and walked in the direction of Panlongfeng's disciples.

Lin Shang looked at Shang Wuji's back and suddenly felt that he was really pitiful. He was blinded by hatred, but he didn't expect that this hatred would make him lose much.

Slowly walked up to the ring, standing alone on the stage, Gu Ziqi was stunned.

He was in a daze on the stage, but there was a lot of discussion off the stage. After a while, even Linshang finally felt something was wrong: his opponent had not come until now.

Under the stage, Panlongfeng's disciples were particularly anxious. Most of them looked around, and Shang Wuji's face became paler and paler. At this time, a disciple ran quickly in the distance, with an anxious face and no regard to everyone's strange eyes. He squeezed into the middle of the stage, rushed to the elder White Beard, and said a few words in his ear.

The white-bearded elder's face changed greatly, as if he couldn't believe it, and asked, "Really?"

The disciple looked at the stage hatefully and finally focused on it.

The white-bearded elder's face changed suddenly. Li Mubai looked at it and said strangely, "Brother Feng, what's wrong?"

The white-bearded elder looked at Li Mubai with a strange face, stood up and said loudly, "Panlongfeng's disciple Wei Luo was too seriously injured in yesterday's game to get up and give up today's game."

As soon as the sound fell, there was silence on and off the stage.