For these casual cultivators, the martial arts tournament is a springboard for them. As long as they can perform well in the martial arts tournament, they may be favored by large sects.

When the time comes for you to be recruited into the sect, you won’t have to run around for cultivation resources every day.

For the monks of the sect, the situation is similar.

If the disciples of the outer sect want to enter the inner sect, and if the disciples of the inner sect want to become the core, they need to perform well in the martial arts competition.

In short, the opponent everyone wants to win the most right now is Ye Luo...

Who makes him weak?

The only false saint in this martial arts tournament!

Then, under the gaze of everyone, Ye Luo stepped onto the stage, and then walked towards the lottery box representing the sect.

"Number three."

Ye Luo randomly picked out a number plate and showed it in public.

"Ye Luo of Shengdan Pavilion, No. 3."

Seeing this, the official in official uniform mechanically informed Ye Luo's number.

At this point, Ye Luo has finished drawing lots.

The rest is for others to draw lots.

At this moment, the number that everyone wants to draw the most is...

It’s number three!

In their view, as long as they draw number three, it means they can advance steadily to the next round!

"No. 3, No. 3, I want No. 3!"

"It's such a pity that I'm number two, just one less!"

"Who can draw Ye Luo..."

The contestants came on stage one after another, and left disappointed one after another.

No one drew number three.

"Purple Moon Sword Pavilion He Qingxiao, No. 7!"

"It's over, it's over, why did I meet him in the first round!"

As the official in uniform announced a number again, some people at the scene didn't seem so happy.

In their eyes, if they draw Ye Luo, they will be able to advance steadily to the next round.

If He Qingxiao is drawn, it means that their martial arts meeting is over.

"This is He Qingxiao."

Ye Luo looked towards the ring and saw He Qingxiao with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, wearing a green suit and a sword hanging on his waist, giving him an extremely fierce posture.

Ye Luo knew that it was not the pressure of his aura, but the sword energy he had developed that could no longer be restrained and overflowed in all directions!

He is indeed a strong opponent!

"Qiu Chuixue of the Blood Flame Sect, No. 9!"

"Otherwise...I'd better just abstain. Qiu Chuixue is so fierce. I'm not just going to lose the game!"

Qiu Chuixue was wearing a dark red robe, and her eyes were filled with red bloodshot eyes. She didn't know whether she didn't get enough rest or was born like this.

All in all, this person looks very evil.

"Luo Bin, Madman Villa, No. 10!"

"What a pity, I am in the first round of this martial arts competition!"

Then, Luo Bin's number was also pulled out, which instantly caught Ye Luo's attention.

Luo Bin is dressed in white clothes, has a straight nose, and piercing eyes. Although his facial features are handsome, combined with the frivolity revealed between his eyebrows, it gives people a sense of cynicism.

However, the more he behaves like this, the more people dare not look down upon him.

You know, on the betting wall in the outfield casino, Luo Bin is the number one favorite to win this martial arts tournament!

"Is this person from the Luo family?"

Ye Luo frowned and opened the Nine Turns Holy Eyes at full strength, but still couldn't see any clues on Luo Bin.

In Ye Luo's eyes, Luo Bin looked like an ordinary person.
Chapter completed!