Senior Brother is Number One In the World

Jiang Yitan and Gu Subai occupied the head and tail of a row of people, and coincidentally, Ye Wu was right next to her.

A more complicated character than Yewu has already appeared, and her focus of observation is no longer on him, so she doesn't even want to give him a glance.

How strong is an opponent who treats her as an imaginary enemy all day long, who can't even overcome his own demons, how can he have the strength to compete with her.

Yewu stood straight, hugging a spirit sword, but his mind was completely on Gu Subai who was beside him.

He will win, this time he must win her!

Ten people are all in the top ten of the finals, with their heads held high and their eyes full of fighting spirit.

Among the ten people, the five major sects accounted for seven, and four of them were genius disciples of first-class sects. Among the five major sects, Fuyao sent one, that is Lan Junci, who is also the only female cultivator among the ten.

One sword sect has entered two, and the sect famous for sword repair is stronger than the four major sects.

There are also two Yunxu, one is Gu Subai and the other is Shuihan.

The overall strength of the Yunxu faction has a better chance of winning the first place than Yijianmen.

The first reward this time is a spirit vein!

Enough to make people desperate to win and want to take the first place.

Ten black balls floated on the palm of the elder referee, "The one who draws the same number is the opponent"

Regardless of whether you are from the same sect or not, as long as you draw the same one, you are the opponent. This rule is not good for Yunxu faction and Yijian sect. It’s okay if you can’t draw from the same sect. First.

Ye Wu stepped forward to take the ball first, and casually took a black ball from the elder referee's hand, his eyes passed Gu Subai imperceptibly.

Several people took the black ball one after another, Gu Subai squeezed the black ball open, and a big three-character lay quietly inside.

She looked around to see who had the same numbers as hers.

"It's such a pity, Brother Gu, we can only compete next time." Jiang Yitan walked up to her slowly, his expression still unbeaten and arrogant, a two-character was pinched back and forth in front of her face between their fingers throw.

With a cold expression, Yewu gritted his teeth and looked at the number in her hand and then at his own number one, "It's really a pity".

Gu Subai felt a little pity, but... she was very satisfied with the result she got.

With infinite coldness on slightly raised lips, he walked over to the graffiti that was also looking at her.

With an impeccable expression on the graffiti face, he slightly cupped his hands at Gu Su Bai, "Gu Daoyou, please give me more advice."

"Tu Daoyou is also" I didn't expect to meet graffiti in the first match, heh, it's really...fate.

"The first round is about to start, the disciples who have drawn one, please get ready." The referee elder flew up into the air and said to the crowd.

The first match is Ye Wu vs Shui Han.

This is probably the most unexpected and anticipated session ever.

Jiang Yitan, Gu Subai, Lan Junci, Ye Wu, Hong Chan, and Doodle, the six Jindan early stages all squeezed into the top ten, leaving the middle stage and Dzogchen far behind.

The remaining four are Dzogchen, of which there is Shuihan.

There is no doubt about Shui Han's strength, Ye Wu faced him and wanted to win, it was very difficult.

"Friend Ye Daoist, I admire you for forming alchemy at such a young age, but I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to meet me at the early stage." Shui Han was just stating a fact and had no other meaning, but in Ye Wu's ears, he was saying He meant to be overwhelmed.

Yewu's hand holding the sword was slightly tightened, and his body was full of depression, "Do you think that I can be in the top ten because of luck?"

Ye Wu raised a sneering smile, "Up until now, do you still think that level determines everything?"

Shui Han raised a warm smile, "I made a slip of the tongue"

Shui Han has a good temper, even when faced with Ye Wu's rude tone, there is no abnormality on his face.

Yewu preemptively strikes, the spirit sword in his hand buzzes, and the sharp sword energy presses towards Shui Han, forcing him to retreat again and again.

In terms of swordsmanship, Shuihan is no match for Yewu. He retreated to a certain range and sent out a streamer. His slender fingers slid across the strings, and the bursts of mysterious sounds turned into golden notes that wrapped around Yewu.

The string of musical notes had a dizzying effect, and it took only a blink of an eye to touch Ye Wu. When Ye Wu was confused, Shui Han changed another tune.

Gu Subai knew what the song was the moment the strings sounded. "Earth Music Binding" can lead people into a fantasy world, false and false, false and true, when you think it is false, it may be true.

Yewu's eyes were dull, and he had almost entered into the illusion created by Shuihan. Shuihan smiled slightly, and kept his hands on his hands, and the pleasant and strange voice lingered in his ears.

The referee elder had no choice but to activate the defensive barrier again. This year's disciples are too monstrous, and he will open a defensive barrier every now and then. You must know that the defensive barrier also consumes spirit stones.

Yewu looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar thatched cottage in front of him. Isn't this the place where he lived before joining Yijianmen? How could he be here? Shouldn't he be... where? Where should he be?

He clutched his head and couldn't think of anything, and only then did he notice his fingers, a pair of black and thin claws and ragged clothes, which looked like the hands and body of a three or four-year-old child.

No, it shouldn't be like this, it's not his hand.

"The bastard hasn't come out to work yet, is it itchy to dare to be lazy?" At this moment, a man's voice came out from outside the thatched cottage.

The crumbling thatched door was kicked open vigorously, and several layers of ash fell from the dilapidated thatched hut.

A man with a sharp-faced monkey race rushed up and picked him up, spitting and mockingly looking at the skinny child who looked like ribs, "Bastard, if you don't beat him, your skin will itch, don't you think you are superior?" Young master of the Ye family, you, a bastard born to a singer, are also worthy, bah"

Ye Wu, who was picked up, didn't seem to feel the burning pain of breaking his arm. Instead, he stared at the man with his pupils wide open, his body trembling violently.

No, how could this man...!

This man should be dead, impossible!

Bang——

The man threw the skinny child to the ground, "What do you look at, the Ye family gave you a way out, you are not grateful and still dare to be lazy, you owe a lesson"

The child whose thin ribs were clearly visible couldn't stand his swing at all, and a mouthful of blood spewed out.

The man didn't care about his life or death at all, so he pulled his hair and dragged it out, "You can't eat until you finish your work today."

Ye Wu felt like his whole body was falling apart, he didn't have any strength to be dragged out like a dead dog, his delicate skin rubbed against the uneven ground, and immediately dragged out a blood-stained ground.

This kind of scene seemed familiar, as if he had experienced it in his memory, and then... what happened afterwards...

The man dragged him to a field and went under a big tree to enjoy the shade.

The lifeless eyes of the little man who had been motionless for a long time suddenly lit up, and a bloodthirsty smile appeared on the corner of his mouth stained with blood donation. Later, he killed this man.