Princess Sets Poison Again Chapter 478: Who is the champion?

Chapter 478 Who is the champion?

The next day, everyone got up early, and went to Chihong Peak early to occupy a seat.

Today is the final final, whether it is the first disciple competition or the new disciples qualifying competition, it must be very exciting.

The white raccoon also got up early in the morning, and after simply washing up, he dragged Mo Beichen down Zixia Peak.

When the two arrived at Chihong Peak, Chihong Peak was already crowded with people.

When Bai Li and Mo Beichen arrived, they immediately caused a sensation.

"Junior Sister Bai is here."

"Junior Sister Bai is the most popular candidate for the first apprentice this time."

"That's right, I don't know who can be our Fengshen's first apprentice, her or Senior Brother Zuo."

"It's a pity that Brother Mo didn't participate, otherwise the position of the first apprentice must be him."

A female disciple stared at Mo Beichen obsessively, her eyes full of admiration.

A row of black lines fell instantly on the corner of the white raccoon's forehead, and he raised his eyes to cast a sour glance at Mo Beichen.

This guy really attracts women.

Looking at the sour face of the white raccoon, Mo Beichen couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips.

"Beaver!"

"Big sister, this way."

Murong Xuefei, Bai Ruyue and the others, who were one step ahead of Baili and the others, immediately waved excitedly when they saw Baili approaching.

The white raccoon pulled Mo Beichen over and said with a chuckle, "You guys are really early."

She thought she had come early enough, but it turned out that everyone who was supposed to come had come, and they were the last ones to come.

"Aren't I here to cheer for you and the Seventh Princess? No matter who of you can be the first apprentice, can't I be proud of it?"

As Bai Ruyue said, she smiled and took the arms of Bai Li and Murong Xuefei at the same time.

Murong Xuefei nodded and chuckled, "I don't want to be the first apprentice, and how can I be the first disciple with my cultivation?"

Today's final is probably a contest between Li'er and Zuo Yuqing. Both she and Na Ming Lanqi are accompanying players.

The white raccoon stretched out his hand and flicked Bai Ruyue's head, "You, if you don't work hard, you think you'll get it all."

Everyone laughed when they heard the words.

"Squad leader, we are here to help you."

Ran Yun ran towards the white raccoon together with the disciples of the yellow character class.

The white raccoon raised his eyebrows and said with a light smile, "Today Yu Fengling also has a competition, so go and cheer him on first."

When Bai Ruyue heard this, she smiled and said, "Big sister, you don't know, there is only one arena today, and Senior Brother Yu is also going to compete here."

Bai Li frowned, raised his eyes and glanced back, and sure enough, he saw that the previously separated arenas merged again, and the three or four stages were also combined into one stage.

"Why did you suddenly merge again?"

Leng Yihan pursed his lips, "This is also normal, today's new top ten disciples have the opportunity to be favored by the elders and be accepted as house disciples, so the elders naturally depend on their cultivation and quality. "

In the previous two days, most of the elders were watching the competition of the entering disciples, and they didn't pay much attention to the new disciples. Naturally, they should pay attention to the finals on the last day, otherwise this disciple would have no way to choose.

"Boom...boom..."

When the clock rang, Bu Yangzi and Elder Yuan arrived together.

The elders went up to the high platform together and sat in their exclusive seats.

Seeing that everyone was sitting down, Elder Su walked up to the high platform and raised his voice, "Today is the last day of the disciple competition. Whether it is a new disciple or a disciple who entered the room, the champion will be determined."

As soon as Elder Su finished speaking, there was another discussion below.

"I don't know who can become the champion."

"That's right, I don't know which one is better, Junior Sister Bai or Senior Brother Zuo."

"I heard that the top ten new disciples have the opportunity to be selected by the elders to become house disciples. I don't know who will be lucky enough to be selected."

"Cough..."

Listening to the discussion of the disciples below, Elder Su coughed lightly, and continued, "Now, the new disciples will compete first. Nangong Ying and Zuo Yutao will compete on stage."

Nangong Ying and Zuo Yutao flew onto the stage together.

Nangong Ying held the Hundred Flowers Sword in her hand, her face was full of energy, she was full of energy, she obviously had a good rest last night.

But Zuo Yutao's face was pale, and his left arm was still tied with wooden planks and gauze. It should be that he was injured too badly yesterday and has not recovered yet.

Xue Qingyan looked at Nangong Ying who was looking very good on the stage, and couldn't help frowning.

She really is a heartless woman.

On the stage, Nangong Ying bowed to Zuo Yutao, "Brother Zuo, please enlighten me."

Zuo Yutao also wanted to raise his hand, but he couldn't move his left arm, so he could only smile wryly, "The left arm is inconvenient, please forgive me, Junior Sister Nangong."

Nangong Ying glanced down at Zuo Yutao's left arm, and a look of inquiry flashed in her eyes.

With such an injury, he can still come to the competition. Either the injury is not serious, or he has excellent perseverance, but I don't know which one he is?

The two of them didn't talk much, and they quickly hit each other.

Zuo Yutao is already at the ninth level of Qingling. In terms of cultivation alone, he is the only disciple among the top ten who can be on par with Murong Xun. Naturally, he is much stronger than Nangong Ying. However, his left arm was seriously injured, which obviously affected his strength. play.

Nangong Ying used two approaches, while wielding the Hundred Flowers Sword to stab Zuo Yutao straight, while secretly summoning profound energy, throwing it to Zuo Yutao when he was unprepared.

While dealing with Nangong Ying's long sword, Zuo Yutao had to guard against her profound energy.

The most important thing is that as long as he exerts force, the broken bone of his left arm will hurt. In just a dozen moves, he was already in a cold sweat.

The white raccoon looked at the sweaty Zuo Yutao and raised his eyebrows evilly.

It seems that Zuo Yutao's injury is not serious, but he came to the competition with such an injury, he really has great perseverance. If it is an ordinary person, let alone a competition, I'm afraid he won't even be able to get out of bed.

At this time, Nangong Ying also saw that Zuo Yutao was seriously injured, but she didn't attack his wound, but instead avoided his left arm and only attacked his long sword .

Naturally, Zuo Yutao saw Nangong Ying's kindness, looked at her with sweat on his face, and said in a low voice, "Thank you."

The corners of Nangong Ying's lips raised slightly, "Don't think that if you are injured, I will let you go. Let's compete fairly."

Although she admired his perseverance, she would not let him, and he would not need her to let him.

"It's natural."

Zuo Yutao also laughed, and the strength in his hand increased. Even though his left arm was numb from the pain, he swung the long sword with his greatest strength as if he didn't notice it.

The elders who watched the match on the high platform nodded in relief as they watched the competition between the two.

Finally, I saw two decent disciples. One was injured and still insisted on participating in the competition. It can be described as tenacious, and the other won without any means.

Under the stage, Xue Qingyan frowned as she watched the match between the two, feeling inexplicably sour in her heart.

He remembered that she was not so polite to him yesterday.

On the stage, the two fought for a while, Zuo Yutao finally couldn't stop Nangong Ying's attack and lost.

Elder Su looked at the disappointed Zuo Yutao, frowned and shouted, "Nangong Yingsheng."

Zuo Yutao smiled wryly and bowed to Nangongying, "Thank you, Junior Sister Nangong, for your mercy."

After speaking, Zuo Yutao flew off the stage.

Nangong Ying didn't stay too long, and flew off the stage.

Because of the pain in his arm, Zuo Yutao wanted to go back to rest, but he thought about the fact that the elders would be admitted as disciples later, and was afraid of missing it, so he could only sit silently and endure it.

"Why do you still come to the game when it hurts like this?"

Jiaoman's voice was a bit sharp, but there was still a trace of concern.

Zuo Yutao raised his eyes and stared blankly at Puyang Bingwei, "Princess?"

"Follow me."

Puyang Bingwei grabbed Zuo Yutao's right hand and pulled him into the nearby forest.

Zuo Yutao was stunned for a moment, and when he realized it, Puyang Bingwei had pushed him to sit on the big rock next to him.

Zuo Yutao blushed and stared blankly at Puyang Bingwei, "Princess, you..."

"The board inside you is crooked, I'll help you fix it again."

Before Zuo Yutao finished asking, Puyang Bingwei explained by herself.

Zuo Yutao was stunned for a moment, then said gratefully, "Thank you."

Puyang Bingwei's eyes flickered, she suddenly took off the veil on her face, looked at Zuo Yutao and asked, "Am I ugly?"

Zuo Yutao was stunned again, staring blankly at the scar on Puyang Bingwei's face, a flash of distress flashed in his eyes, and then shook his head very seriously.

Puyang Bingwei laughed suddenly, and she no longer wore a veil, and carefully stretched out her hand to untie the bandage on his left arm, "Be patient, it might hurt."

"Yes."

Zuo Yutao responded lightly, with a soft light in his eyes.

On the field side, Murong Xun and Yu Fengling have already entered the stage.

Whether it is Murong Xun or Yu Fengling, they are all first-class beautiful men. As soon as they came to the stage, the female disciples below became restless.

"Both look good, what should I do? I don't know who to support?"

"Of course I support Murong Xun. Murong Xun is the prince of Zixiao, and he has a distinguished status."

"I support Yu Fengling because Murong Xun has a noble status. People with our status will definitely look down on them. Why not support Yu Fengling? Maybe there is still hope."

"Yes, yes, I also support Yu Fengling."

"I support Murong Xun..."

Hearing the arguments of those female disciples, Bai Li couldn't help but twitched his eyes.

These women are really...

Whether it's Murong Xun or Yu Fengling, I'm afraid they are hopeless, who makes these two out-and-out icebergs.

Fortunately, Murong Xun now has Yun Shaoning as a small heater, otherwise it must still be frozen.

On the stage, both of them were a bit cold-tempered, and they started fighting without saying hello.

Murong Xun swung his sword straight up, Yu Fengling was not polite, and went straight up with two sledgehammers in his hand.

There was a crisp sound of "bang bang bang bang", and the two of them were fighting very lively.

In terms of cultivation, Yu Fengling has just been promoted to Green Spirit, while Murong Xun is already in the late stage of Qingling, and will be promoted to Blue Spirit at any time.

In terms of cultivation, Yu Fengling is naturally inferior to Murong Xun.

Speaking of weapons, Murong Xun's Yuansheng Sword is an immortal weapon made by Master Jiang Jin, while Yu Fengling's sledgehammer is just Mo Beichen's casual work.

The weapons are convenient, and Yu Fengling is also far behind Murong Xun.

Although his cultivation and weapons were inferior to Murong Xun's, Yu Fengling was able to fight Murong Xun evenly, and even after dozens of moves, he did not lose in the slightest.

White Fox looked at the competition on stage, his eyes were full of anticipation.

Who is stronger, Murong Xun or Yu Fengling?