Chapter 242: Nayby started

"It's a pity that in a few months, Elder Leng's experience and practice will end, and he plans to return to the General Sect."
Su Qi sighed lightly, that faint tone, obviously very reluctant to leave Leng Yuyan.
Hearing this, Yang Zilei frowned slightly.
If she wants to return to the sect, what will the daughter do?
Continue to stay in Cangqiong Wufu?
Or followed Leng Yuyan to the sect?
"clang--!"
When Yang Zilei was thinking about the problem, the vigorous and clear bell rang again.
The ringing of the bell means that Wufu Naibi has officially begun.
Su Qi and the five of them who participated in the Ice Spirit Pavilion immediately left the crowd.
The other seven groups of participating disciples in the Cangqiang Wufu also moved towards the center of the square and stood beside the Wudoutai.
Yang Zilei's eyes condensed slightly, and he discovered that the black-clothed young man'Qin Feng' who had been spying on him just now was standing among the crowd in the Tianjian Pavilion area.
When looking at each other before, Yang Zilei clearly saw a trace of disdain from that guy's eyes.
This disdain seemed to be directed at him.
"I'm very glad to usher in the day of martial arts in the Cangqiang Martial House."
Xuan Siyuan was condescending, looking down at the many Wufu disciples in the square.
"The rules are the same as in previous years, the old man will not say much, the palace lord now announces that the competition has officially started!"
After briefly talking about the opening remarks, Xuan Siyuan urged the martial soul, turned into a golden glow, flew to the elders seat on the high platform, and sat in the seat of the palace lord.
Immediately afterwards, a middle-aged Wufu deacon appeared on the Wudoutai and acted as the referee for Nubuat.
"Please, each team leader, come forward and draw lots."
Under the cold drink of the middle-aged referee, the eight teams of the inner gate of Cangqiong Wufu quickly drew lots.
The ice spirit pavilion was drawn with a red label. In the first game, the team was the Xuan Beast Pavilion.
The disciples of Xuan Beast Pavilion were awakened by Beast Martial Spirits, all of them were strong and muscular.
"Sisters and sisters of the Bingling Pavilion, please rest assured, we will do it lightly."
The headed brawny man in leather armor, with burning eyes, walked over the bodies of Su Qi and the others, grinning.
The other four disciples of Xuan Beast Pavilion also showed fanaticism on their faces.
Their hormonally vigorous expressions seemed to be extremely eager for the inevitable physical contact between the two sides during the next battle with Su Qi and others.
"We will not be merciful."
Su Qi snorted, eyes full of disgust.
The middle-aged referee came over, looked at the two groups of participating members, and said indifferently: "Although there are five competitions in the rules, as long as either side wins the first three games in advance, the competition can end."
"The first match begins, please come on stage."
As the sound fell, Su Qi moved and leapt onto the martial arts platform.
On the opposite side of the Profound Beast Pavilion, the burly man in leather armor slammed his feet from the ground.
Hearing a ‘bang’ sound, strong power gushing out, the brawny man in leather armor also skimmed on the martial arts platform, and then stared at Su Qi playfully.
Five matches, the first victory is the most critical.
So when they play, they are the strongest captains of their respective teams.
"Be careful, I'm going to punch!"
The brawny man in leather armor grinned and stared at Su Qi fiercely, directly arousing his leopard-shaped martial spirit.
Immediately, his figure suddenly rushed out.
"boom!"
The air exploded under its fist.
His offensive seemed normal and regular, but the direction of his attack was aimed at Su Qi's straight chest.
Yang Zilei's eyes condensed slightly, and he thought to himself a beast.
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