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The next morning, the gentle sunlight lazily shone on the sea of crimson rosy clouds. The disciples arrived at the great hall just like the day before and continued to watch the quadrennial Pulse Gathering Martial Arts Competition.

In the morning, the three of them decided to roam around to watch the competition until they had finished their meal. Then, they split up and gathered in front of the Red List in the Great Hall after they received the order to rest.

In the afternoon, the people from the Great Rock Mountain stood under the Red List in the Great Hall. After a whole morning's worth of teasing, nearly two-thirds of the names of the people on the Red List were removed, and on the side of Zhu Ci's name, there was also his opponent for the afternoon. It seemed that due to the lack of people, his martial arts skills were inferior, and he had already decided on the top three.

Lying in bed since the afternoon, he had been tossing and turning, and of course he did not feel the least bit nervous. He knew he must have won first place, and of course he was not nervous, but his heart was still beating rapidly and his mouth was dry. Even his lunch had been hastily consumed, and it turned out that he was hoping for the time to hurry up and prove that he was not as useless as they thought.

At this moment, the disciples of the Great Rock Mountain were quietly asking their fellow sect members about what martial arts level their opponents were.

"Senior Brother, who is this Yang Ruxue? Is she strong?"

Zhen Xian frowned and shook his head. "I'm not too sure either. I've never heard of her before. It was written on the board that she's a disciple of Qingfeng Peak, but I don't know about her cultivation experience." As he said this, he glanced at Zhu Ci who was hesitating to speak. Seeing that he had something to say, he said, "Shocked. What? Do you know about this Yang Ruxue's situation?"

Zhu Ci replied, "Replying to Martial Ancestor, this Yang Ruxue defeated the True Words Supreme Protector who was ranked second in the previous competition yesterday."

At this time, the faces of all the Great Rock Mountain disciples standing to the side were filled with surprise, thinking, just what kind of martial arts are these? Zhen Xian might not have been able to compete with him, but in the last competition, he had seen him meet the true feelings in the finals.

He smiled maliciously and said, "Hey, fellow disciples, why don't we make a bet and see how second senior apprentice-brother's win this time?"

"Good, good. I bet that second senior brother will lose!"

"Me too!"

"I was right, I bet twice!"

"Give me one more serving."

Truly infuriated, he pointed to the crowd and said, "What are you guys doing? Second Junior Brother's match is coming, are you still punching him?"

Zhen Huo was extremely grateful. He called out, "Eldest Senior Brother, thank you!"

At this time, Zhen Duan said, "Eldest Brother, I heard that Yang Ruxue is the most beautiful female disciple of the Yang family in hundreds of years."

"Oh, so it's like that!" Even so, the lecherous Second Junior Brother will definitely lose. Then, the bet you made will be a bet that you bet on me again! "

Zhen Zhen looked at some bad friends, and sighed at his carelessness in making friends.

Zhong Yi looked at the crowd and said, "Your performance yesterday was pretty good. This morning, none of us at the Great Rock Peak had a turn for disciples, but your names are on the second round of the Red Chart this afternoon. Moreover, the remaining disciples are basically all the elite disciples from different factions."

Everyone replied in unison, "Yes."

Macro glanced at Zhu Ci and walked over. "Insanity. This afternoon is your first competition. Be careful. Do you understand?"

A wave of warmth passed through Zhu Ci's heart. He whispered, "Yes, Master."

Macro nodded and said, "I also have to participate in the competition this afternoon, so I can't come and cheer for you. If you can't beat me, just admit defeat." Just as he wanted to say something, he suddenly heard the chiming of the cauldron. The match had officially begun.

The waiter and Zhong Yi heard the noise, looked at each other, nodded and said: "You guys should know where the competition is now, right? That red list was already written down just now, after the competition begins, we will also come down to watch it. Don't embarrass us."

Everyone answered, and the storekeeper nodded his head, talking softly with Zhong Yi as he walked away.

After a moment, everyone split up and walked away in groups of twos and threes. It was obvious that they had gone to the arena, and those that hadn't would go to the arena to cheer for their fellow disciples. However, no one even thought of watching Zhu Ci's match. Perhaps, everyone thought that this was a person who had no hope of becoming an addict.

Zhu Ci stood on the spot and watched as all his fellow disciples walked far away. He suddenly felt an indescribable discomfort in his heart. He slowly walked to the front of the Red List and carefully read through it once more.

As the disciples of the Great Rock Mountain left, a pockmarked face looked around and walked towards Zhu Ci. Unexpectedly, when Zhu Ci looked back, she was overjoyed.

That person walked up to Song Shaojie, who was still pretending to have a pockmarked face.

Zhu Ci looked at his pockmarked face, which was almost within reach. Although his disguise was ugly, his breath was like orchids, and he seemed to smell a faint fragrance. He could not help but feel a sense of confusion, but somehow, he actually had the illusion that the person standing opposite him was a beautiful woman, unable to speak at all.

However, Song Shaojie didn't think too much about it. He smiled at Zhu Ci and went to meet him to watch the competition.

Zhu Ci's match this afternoon was a match of Song Shaojie's. They were disciples of the same mountain, ranked third in the previous competition. Their competition was arranged on the furthest platform.

Song Shaojie said: "Brother Yun, it's alright. He is a disciple of my Broken Army Peak, and even called me 'Martial Uncle'. I have already informed him in advance that I will not let you fall out of the stage in shame later on."

Zhu Ci laughed bitterly, even he thought that he would lose. Of course, he was not angry at him. His heart was also moved as he walked forward with him. Along the way, countless of distinguished figures walked about, chatting and laughing. Zhu Ci, who was listening at the side, was mostly discussing the results of yesterday's competition. Yesterday's competition was a big surprise that the two popular characters in the younger generation were not chosen. There were also many people who talked about the appearance of a beautiful young master and the fact that he easily won over one of the popular disciples of the younger generation.

After listening to them describe it for a while, Zhu Ci guessed that most people were talking about Yang Ruxue of the Clear Wind Peak. This beautiful lady who possessed the famous' Purple Microsoft Sword 'had surprisingly profound martial arts. It was one thing for her to be able to defeat her opponent within a few moves. Under the stares of the crowd, she forcefully broke the sword of her opponent, which made many people unhappy. However, this made even more people want to watch her fight, causing her popularity to rise even higher. In addition, the long-lost 'Purple Microsoft Sword' was even more eye-catching. It was unknown how many people wanted to see the sword that the Sword Demon from hundreds of years ago was defeated. Even some of the sect elders and protectors had chosen to see it.

Zhu Ci and Song Shaojie listened as they walked. He could not help but recall the ice beauty, Yang Ruxue, yesterday. Her figure, that could only be encountered by chance, was exceptionally beautiful. At this moment, a shout came from behind him, "Ci!"

This voice sounded very familiar. Zhu Ci turned around and immediately laughed. Liu Cheng walked over with large strides. Zhu Chi, with a reluctant expression on his face, greeted Song Shaojie, "I was wondering why I couldn't find you. So you came all the way here!"

Liu Chengwan pointed behind him and said, "Today, my Master has given the order to cheer for senior on the stage! "Well, there it is!" As he spoke, he sized up Zhu Ci and laughed, "It's your turn today, which station are you on?"

Zhu Ci said, "I'm in the second arena. Isn't it about to start?"

Liu Cheng Bingbing laughed, "I can't cheer you on, but you have to be careful. Eh, why haven't your seniors come to watch your fight and cheer for you?"

Zhu Ci was stunned for a moment, then forced a smile and said, "It's not like you don't know that there are not many people in my Great Rock Mountain and that there are many people competing today. Most of them have gone to watch the true generation's competition."

Liu Chengbin looked at him and sighed, then patted his shoulder.

Song Shaojie said, "Damn, didn't I go to cheer for him? I didn't see anything."

Zhu Ci: "Hearing that, I'll cheer up and smile," That is also not a problem. I still have Jiede here! "

Liu Cheng Bingbing looked at the pockmarked face beside him and patted Zhu Ci's shoulder. Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly heard the sound of a cauldron ringing behind him. He turned around and said, "Senior Brother Zhen Yi's competition is about to begin, I won't speak to you anymore.

Zhu Ci nodded his head and said, "Go then!"

Liu Cheng turned around and left. Zhu Ci watched his back as he left, thinking to himself, "If you can make it in time, it will depend on how many moves my opponent can take from the stage." In his heart, he had already made up his mind to show off a little of his results to the disciples during the Martial Arts Competition this time around.