Ancient Godly Emperor

Following the ringing of the bell in the morning, the sound spread throughout every corner of the Guiyuan Sect, and all the Guiyuan Sect disciples, including even the outer sect disciples, rushed towards the Guiyuan Sect plaza.    

On this day, it was also the only day that inner disciples were allowed to enter the inner sect. Normally, they did not have the slightest qualification to enter the inner sect.    

Because there were a lot of people today, a lot of black-robed deacon and some of the elders were trying their best to maintain order so that the inner sect competition could be held normally.    

"I heard that in this year's inner disciple competition, the champion can choose a mid-grade magic tool and a hundred spirit stones from the sect's treasury. Compared to the past, it's several times richer. I wonder who will obtain it?"    

"Who else could it be? Of course it is our senior, the disciple of the Sect Leader, Ning Yijian. Isn't his strength already set?" I believe this magic tool is also for eldest senior brother. I heard that after this competition, he will leave the sect, leave our group, and go somewhere else to train. "    

The inner disciples under the stage were discussing with each other. It was even noisier than the so-called market. It was not until Sect Master appeared that the entire noisy environment suddenly became quiet.    

Then, the close to a thousand inner disciples began to draw lots to choose their arenas.    

In order to prevent the thirty-six disciples of the inner sect from meeting in advance, the elders decided to divide the arenas into thirty-six arenas. Each of the arenas would have a disciple of the previous inner sect competition to act as a seeded contestant.    

This way, before that, the famous people who were ranked on the Guiyuan Sect Ranking wouldn't have to be met in advance and were eliminated.    

Although the possibility of a dark horse appearing was not ruled out, the number of geniuses that had pushed out the previous ranking was still very small.    

Thus, on the whole, this arrangement was very fair, and not a single disciple was dissatisfied. They only hoped that their luck was good and that they wouldn't run into an inner disciple who was ranked higher than them. This way, they would have a higher chance of entering the finals.    

The inner disciples lined up one by one and began to draw lots. Lau Yu was mixed in the crowd and was not eye-catching at all.    

On the other side, on the thirty-six enormous arenas that had been chosen long ago, the Guiyuan Sect disciples who were ranked thirty-six in the previous year's inner sect disciples also began to ascend the stage.    

Fu Xuedao, Wang Zhong Shan, the disciple that was sparring with Fu Xuedao. It was as if the outcome of the match was not decided. It was truly a gathering of heroes. Accompanying their appearance were waves after waves of exclamations.    

"What's that?" Lau Yu's pupils suddenly contracted.    

He didn't know when Qi Tian drew the lots and was talking to a young man in the fifth ring. Lau Yu knew without a doubt that this man was Qi Tian's big brother, Qi Jian.    

At this time, Qi Tian also seemed to have noticed Lau Yu. His expression became ugly as he whispered something into Qi Jian's ear.    

Qi Jian looked at Lau Yu as he nodded his head. Obviously, Qi Tian was asking his elder brother to teach him a lesson, and his elder brother had already agreed.    

"Whatever, let me see who it is that laughs to the end." Soon, Lau Yu calmed down. Although the other party's background was not small, there was no need for him to be afraid.    

"F * ck, I got number four. My luck is really bad, I'm in for it."    

"I also got number 7. It's said that Fu Xuedao's improvement has been very fast this year. He's already got Martial Scholar of Ninth Grade, so he's dead now."    

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Lau Yu heard the cursing of some of the inner disciples. He smiled and opened the note in his hand.    

"Number nine."    

Lau Yu looked towards the arena. According to the discussions of the inner disciples, Lau Yu already knew that this person was called Zhan Bo and was a Body Refinement Cultivator. Although his cultivation was only at the eighth level of the Warrior, his strength couldn't be measured by common sense.    

Following the start of the match in the bustling plaza, the noise gradually stopped. Everyone had already chosen their arenas and were fully focused on watching the matches. At every critical moment, there would be cheers for cheers.    

Lau Yu was also watching these people's competition. These inner disciples' competition had given him a lot of benefits. While watching, Lau Yu was also verifying his own martial arts, hoping to gain some insights from it.    

Because there were many people, the strength of the inner disciples was also uneven, so everyone went up on stage quickly.    

Suddenly!    

"Look, that's senior brother Zhan!"    

"Senior Brother Zhan is an expert in the Body Refinement Realm. His physical body is unrivalled among warriors of the same level. Right now, his cultivation is already at the Eighth Grade Warrior Warrior. In terms of physical strength, even a Martial Master cannot compare to him."    

Lau Yu heard the conversation of these inner disciples and could not help but look at Ring Nine.    

Zhan Bo seemed as if he had heard everyone's conversation. He turned around, his bronze arms filled with explosive strength, as if all the meridians of a Zerg were coiled around his body.    

Just looking at the crowd and looking at their beast-like eyes gave people a suffocating pressure, everyone immediately stopped talking.    

"So powerful!"    

"All the hair on my body is standing up."    

The surrounding people all sucked in a breath of cold air. They all felt extremely stifled, and no longer dared to look at Zhan Bo.    

"Humph!" Zhan Bo coldly snorted and looked away, his face full of disdain.    

When Lau Yu saw this, he couldn't help but smile and sigh in his heart. Zhan Bo's physical body was indeed very powerful. Among all the inner disciples present, no one other than him could beat him in terms of physical strength.    

"However, that is merely it. The current me only has my physical body, and I can defeat him. Furthermore, I still have a hidden killing move." Lau Yu was also confident in his ability.    

"Next match, Lau Yu, Jin Qingshi!"    

Suddenly, a cold voice was heard.    

Lau Yu was slightly surprised, he didn't expect it to be his turn so soon.    

His opponent was a Fifth Grade Warrior Warrior disciple. He had already stepped onto the arena and was waiting for Lau Yu. When he saw Lau Yu step onto the arena with such a young appearance, he couldn't help but feel happy.    

However, when he saw Lau Yu's cultivation, bitterness filled his face. Truly, compared to Lau Yu's cultivation, Lau Yu's cultivation was bitter compared to Lau Yu's; truly, compared to Lau Yu's cultivation, compared to Lau Yu's cultivation, compared to his own cultivation, he had a bitter expression.    

Although he was unwilling, in the sect, strength was respected. Jin Qingshi could only unwillingly cry out, "Senior brother Liu, I am Jin Qingshi. I hope senior brother can enlighten me!"    

"Please." Lau Yu said lightly.    

Jin Qingshi's face was solemn as he said, "Then Senior Brother, be careful."