"Zhenjun Huiying, are you really from Tianyuan Continent?"
True Lord Wu Hao asked again without giving up.
Zhuzhu nodded: "There is nothing to hide. Although our Tianyuan Continent is not as prosperous as the Ziyun Continent, it is not a barbaric and uncivilized place where people drink blood. On the contrary, the people are simple and simple, and the monks work hard in cultivation. I He is just the most ordinary of the many cultivators in Tianyuan Continent who are practicing hard.”
True Lord Biyang couldn't listen anymore, turned around and rolled his eyes silently, expressing his disbelief.
Who doesn’t work hard to cultivate? But can cultivating an immortal only rely on hard work to become a strong person? Can he aspire to the great road?
Obviously it's impossible.
What Zhenjun Huiying said was no different than not saying anything, and only Zhenjun Wuyou, that fool, believed her nonsense.
But he didn't expect that his Taoist companion Qingbo Zhenjun would be watching his every move.
"Are you dissatisfied with sister Hui Ying?" Zhenjun Qingbo has always admired strong female cultivators. After seeing Zhuzhu's strength, he immediately regarded her as his idol. He wished he could pull Zhuzhu to become a sister immediately. Who could Zhi, however, saw his terrible man silently rebelling behind his back.
Qingbo Zhenjun did not give him any face on the spot, and even grabbed his ears and asked him to apologize to Zhuzhu.
Zhuzhu couldn't laugh or cry about this.
If Lord Biyang is like an arrogant old child, then Lord Qingbo is the tiger mother who specializes in treating arrogant children.
Under the anger of Qingbo Zhenjun, Biyang Zhenjun immediately put away his arrogant and awkward character and stopped being too well-behaved.
Perhaps it is the complementary personalities of True Lord Biyang and True Lord Qingbo that make them so loving.
Two months later, the first round of qualifiers in Fenghe City was finally over.
There are only 3,996 Nascent Soul Masters entering the first round of qualifying.
Nearly 20,000 people were eliminated at once, which shows how difficult it is to succeed in five games in the first round of qualifiers.
There are 1,003 left-body masters left, which is also less than one-fifth, and the competition is also very fierce.
Among the three Zhenjun Wuhuang, only Zhenjun Wuhuang and Zhenjun Biyang entered the second round. Zhenjun Qingbo successfully defended four games but lost two games in a row and did not enter the second round.
Zhuzhu originally thought that Qingbo Zhenjun was almost able to enter the second round, and she would be sad about it for a while.
Unexpectedly, half a month later, in the audience of the second round of qualifying, Qingbo Zhenjun not only bought a ticket to watch the game, but also excitedly cheered for her and Biyang Zhenjun.
There is no look of loss or sadness at all.
It seems like she is overthinking.
Zhuzhu chuckled. Qingbo Zhenjun's mental endurance was far stronger than she thought.
The second round of qualifiers is very simple. The Nascent Soul Master selects the top 1,000 people to enter the third round of qualifiers, while the Out of Body Master selects the top 500 people to enter the third round of qualifiers.
This time it is no longer a two-on-one duel in the ring to determine the winner, but a group battle mode.
There are a total of one hundred arenas set up here for the Nascent Soul Lord Preliminary Tournament. On each arena, about forty people are randomly assigned to stand on the arena based on the number of people.
Regardless of whether the forty people in each ring are in alliance or fighting alone, as long as there are only ten people left in each ring, the ten people standing in the ring will be considered successful and enter the third round.
It can be said that it is very direct, brutal and fast, and it can eliminate nearly 3,000 people in less than a day.
Before taking the stage, Zhenjun Wuyou prayed over and over again to be assigned to a ring with Zhuzhu and Zhenjun Biyang, so that they could form an alliance and persevere until the end.
However, the wish is beautiful, but the reality is cruel.
Not only were the three of them not in the same arena, but they were also in a separate arena. Zhenjun Wu Hao had no choice but to randomly find two people to form an alliance in the arena within the limited time before the start of the game.
But how strong can such an alliance be? Naturally, Zhenjun Wu Yao did not dare to hand over his back to them. The result was that there was not much difference between an alliance and a non-aligned fight alone. He worked in vain, and in the end he almost lost his allies. A sneak attack knocked him out of the ring.
Fortunately, True Lord Wu Hao didn't dare to really trust them and kept paying attention to their actions. When they wanted to sneak attack him and knock him off the ring, he immediately noticed and fought back. Instead, he accidentally hit him and became one of the ten people who stayed in the ring. Once entered the third round of qualifying.
Zhuzhu also successfully entered the third round.
She was not very lucky this time.
The monks in the ring where she was were busy killing people, busy beating people, and pushing people down, but they just turned a blind eye to her.
No, it's not that I turned a blind eye, I just looked at her occasionally and stopped attacking others, as if she was some kind of savage beast, not even daring to get close.
As a result, those monks who fought hard fell off or died on the stage, but she entered the third round unscathed and bored.
This is the most relaxing time since Zhuzhu's fight.
I don't know if the monks were deliberately avoiding her, or if they thought she was not afraid of them alone and were preparing to attack at the end. As a result, she was left at the end and easily won.
Zhuzhu is not a murderous person, and she will try her best not to get blood on her hands. I have to say that it feels really good to win.
The monk who entered the third round changed to a brown wooden sign representing his identity.
This time only Zhuzhu and Wu Hao Zhenjun successfully entered the third round.
True Lord Biyang was besieged by a group of people and almost lost his life. Fortunately, he jumped off the ring and saved his life when his life was hanging by a thread, but he suffered serious internal injuries.
"The Zheng family and those people from the Fantasy Sect have gone too far."
Qingbo Zhenjun, who was sitting in the audience, clearly saw the process of the Taoist couple being besieged. She was so angry that she wanted to rush to the ring.
Fortunately, her sanity is still there. If she disrupts the Hero Ranking Qualifiers, she and her Taoist companion Biyang Zhenjun will not only be kicked out of Fenghe City, but will also be condemned by everyone, and their sect Piaomiao Pavilion will also be criticized.
She could only hold it in for the rest of her life. When she saw True Lord Biyang escaping from death, she gave up her thoughts, but she was still depressed.
"The battle for the hero list is so cruel. Don't be angry with me. It's not worth it."
True Lord Biyang was naturally very disappointed and unwilling. With his strength, if he could compete in a one-on-one or one-on-two match, he would have a high chance of entering the third round of the qualifying rounds. Even the finals were not hopeless.
But they happened to meet the Zheng family and the people from the Fantasy Pavilion who were working together. They also knew that he was very powerful, so they teamed up to want his life, so as to reduce one competitor. Although True Lord Biyang had an awkward temperament, he could handle it alone. Let go of others.
Predicting that his life would be in danger if he pushed hard enough, he gave up the competition and jumped off the ring without hesitation.
But no matter how unwilling and disappointed he felt, it had become a fact. He could only advise Qingbo Zhenjun to look away from it like he did.
"I just can't swallow this."
Qingbo Zhenjun slammed the table, and the thousand-year-old yellow pear wood table immediately turned into powder and piled on the ground.
"If you can't swallow it, you have to swallow it. This is not our Piaomiao Pavilion territory. Who allowed the Zheng family and the Qianqian sect to have such a large number of people that we can only admit defeat."
Piaomiao Pavilion is a small and unpopular sect on Ziyun Continent. The entire sect has less than 5,000 people, and only the couple has the strength to participate in the battle for the hero list.
The overall strength of Fantasy Sect and Zheng Family is actually on par with Piaomiao Pavilion.
However, five people from Fantasy Sect came to participate in the hero list competition this time, and three of them passed the first round of qualifying. Two people from the Zheng family passed, and luckily they were assigned to the same arena.
Facing the siege of five Nascent Soul Dzogchen Lords, True Lord Biyang had no choice but to give up the game to save his life.
"Who says you have to admit defeat!"
Zhenjun Qingbo's eyes flashed: "Zhenjun Wuyou and sister Huiying have entered the third round. With their strength, they can definitely crush the people of the Zheng family and Fantasy Pavilion. I will talk to sister Huiying later. , let her be more aggressive when she meets people from the Zheng family and Fantasy Pavilion. As long as no one from the Zheng family and Fantasy Pavilion can advance to the finals, it will be a relief for us."
"We are not related to her, so why should she help you?"
True Lord Biyang was unwilling to trouble True Lord Huiying, "Qingbo, there is no point in fighting for this moment's energy. It is better to go back and practice hard, and get up from where you fell two hundred years later."
Qingbo Zhenjun shook his head in disapproval: "I didn't ask sister Hui Ying to help me for nothing. She came from Tianyuan Continent, where the spiritual energy is thin and materials are scarce. I guess there are no other treasures for self-defense except the natal magic weapon. The two of us have been practicing for so many years. Savings, I can give her some of the treasures we have accumulated as a reward.”
True Lord Biyang couldn't persuade True Lord Qingbo, and seeing that she was bent on taking revenge for him, he felt a little warm in his heart and had to silently nod in agreement.
