Yunzheng covered her mouth and coughed a few times, quickly covering up her gaffe. To be honest, she was shocked.
Has uncle become so popular that both men and women take advantage of him?
The friends all looked at Yunzheng in shock. They seemed to be shocked by what the male elementalist said just now. Mo Jing couldn't help but blurt out: "Something is wrong, uncle is being targeted by a man!"
Yunzheng almost choked on her saliva again: "!"
Feng Xinglan and others showed strange expressions.
Di Nian successfully advanced and returned to the waiting area with extremely brisk steps.
The warm atmosphere at the scene suddenly weakened.
In the first round of the arena promotion, a total of five thousand people were eliminated.
In the second round of promotion to the arena, half of the people were eliminated.
About two hours later, the five thousand contestants in the waiting area drew spiritual lots again.
The number Yunzheng drew this time was two thousand and one, and the friends also drew different numbers. So Yunzheng was relieved that they didn't have the same number in Fengyun team.
If the same numbers are drawn, there is no problem in a fight, but the problem is that the eliminated person will not have the chance to ascend to the high-level continent.
The first promotion round took two days, the second promotion round took one and a half days, and the third round took one day...
By the fifth round of the promotion competition, the number of participants dropped sharply from 10,000 to 625.
The number of people who were originally packed in the waiting area suddenly shrunk by more than 90%, and now there are only 625 scattered people left in the waiting area.
The opponents that Fengyun Team encountered in the first four rounds were not all strong in the Holy Dao world, so they all advanced unscathed.
"Come on, draw lots!"
The elders of Shenye Sect distributed spiritual lottery to everyone again.
The numbers are from one to three hundred and twelve. This time Yunzheng drew the number 1, Feng Xinglan drew the 3rd, Zhongli Wuyuan drew the 152nd, Yu Qiu drew the 167th, Yan Chen drew the 195th, Mo Jing is numbered 200, Nangong Qingqing is numbered 230.
Mu Yin drew a blank and successfully advanced to the bye.
"Ayin, you are so lucky."
Mu Yin held the blank spiritual lottery and said with a smile, "Then I will sit there and watch your game with great pleasure."
After a pause, Mu Yin cleared his throat, looked around the seven Yunzheng people, and frowned in a serious manner: "I hope you won't embarrass me, and you will win this round! Do you hear me?"
Yu Qiu was the closest, grabbing the back of Mu Yin's neck, and said with a dangerous smile: "Can our A Yin still train others?"
"Ah ah ah, I know I was wrong, Brother Qiu!"
"Saoqiu, don't hit Ayin!" Mo Jing sternly stopped him.
When Mu Yin heard this, he sniffed in emotion and cast a very grateful look at Mo Jing.
Mo Jing didn't seem to notice Mu Yin's eyes at this moment. He raised his hand and rolled up his sleeves, then changed the subject and said, "Let me beat you!"
Mu Yin's expression froze: "..."
"Hahaha……"
Since Yunzheng and Feng Xinglan were drawn No. 1 and No. 3 respectively, they played together.
Yunzheng tilted his head and nodded to Feng Xinglan, then stepped onto the No. 1 arena. Feng Xinglan also stepped onto the third stage.
When Emperor Zun saw Yunzheng on the stage, his eyes followed her unconsciously, and the corners of his lips under the mask were slightly raised, with a different kind of tenderness.
Mr. Zhuang frowned. Why did he feel that the terrifying cold air emanating from Emperor Zun next to him had weakened a lot? What was going on? !
The man in the ghost mask held his chin with one hand, like a noble and undisciplined young man, and his dark eyes fell on Yunzheng.
Yunzheng...
You shouldn't have been there.
There was a trace of unknown meaning in the eyes of the man with the ghost mask.
Within the waiting area_
The elf girl Muyin suddenly felt her heart suffocate. Some horrifying scenes appeared in her mind, and her pupils couldn't help but dilate.
She hugged her head tightly with both hands, as if something had hit her back, and her sea of consciousness felt like it was exploding in pain.
"Yinyin, what's wrong with you?" The elf boy Mu Chu asked anxiously.
Mu Yin sobbed in pain and said: "Brother...Brother, my head hurts so much! I saw some more pictures, it's very scary..."
Mu Chu patted her back gently and said comfortingly: "Don't be afraid, brother is here."
She took a few deep breaths, her hair on her temples was wet with cold sweat, and her pretty face suddenly turned pale. A bit of panic flashed across her face, and she grabbed Mu Chu's arm tightly.
The image that had just appeared in her mind had faded, but the shock left in her could not be dispelled.
"Brother... Tengu is eclipsing the sun, a great chaos is coming, and all living beings are in turmoil. Kneel down in mourning!"
Mu Chu's eyes changed, and he immediately covered his sister's mouth, carefully looked around, then lowered his voice and asked seriously: "What's the big mess?"
"it's here……"
When Mu Chu heard this, his eyes were complex and changeable, with unprecedented caution. Suddenly, he raised his eyes and looked at Yunzheng standing on the first stage.
He sent a message and asked Mu Yin: "You once said that Miss Yun would save you once, is it here?"
Mu Yin thought for a while, and the picture in her mind was blurry, but she remembered that she saw Sister Zheng's figure. If she guessed correctly, Sister Zheng was the one who saved her in this chaos.
She pursed her lips and nodded.
Mu Chu asked again: "Can you remember the details?"
Mu Yin shook her head with tears in her eyes, obviously very scared.
Mu Chu comforted her with a warm voice: "Yinyin calm down his emotions first, and then tell his brother when he remembers something."
"good."
The brothers Mu Chu and Mu Yin did not realize that behind them, there was a charming and fair-skinned young man looking at them thoughtfully, with his bright red lips slightly parted in an arc of unknown meaning.
Arena No. 1_
Yunzheng's opponent is Ji Baiman of the Hai clan, a senior sister from the same sect.
Yunzheng smiled slightly and said, "Senior Sister Ji."
Ji Baiman laughed and sighed: "I have escaped so many strong men, but I couldn't escape you. Junior Sister Yun, please don't treat me so violently. My delicate skin and tender flesh cannot stand the torture."
When she thought of the scene where Junior Sister Yunzheng wiped out an arena, she felt a little scared.
Yunzheng had a good impression of Ji Baiman. She smiled and said, "Since Senior Sister Ji said so, I will never use violence."
"Thank you." Ji Baiman chuckled.
The two stood facing each other, and the battle was about to break out!
"The promotion competition officially begins——"
Yunzheng immediately summoned the flame spear.
When Ji Baiman saw this scene, she raised her hand, and a water dragon moved in the void with her hand. The next moment, a blue mermaid tail loomed on her lower body, which was very beautiful and eye-catching.
Neither of them said much and went straight into fighting mode.
"Flame Phoenix Spear!"
"Water Dragon Jue!"
The phoenix-shaped flames and the dragon-shaped water attack collided fiercely in the void.
