Since the competition has been held, only six of the eighty-two Jindan stage monks are left. The old man looked at the young monks with their own charm in front of him and nodded in his heart.

They were much better than the monks of their peers to reach this point. If they could continue to move on... He calmed down his somewhat dissipated mood and threw out the purple ball again without saying a word.

"Pick." With a gentle impact, numbers appeared in the purple balls such as Gu Xizhan, and then looked at the hands of others. Ji Han, Jun Huaian, Jingxi, An Heyu... are not all.

Another identical purple ball... Her eyes moved from the man's right hand to his face, and she saw a pair of half-closed narrow eyes. The man stood on the far left of everyone, and his whole body was lazily tilted, as if he could fall asleep at any time.

Su Zhijun...it's him.

She raised her eyebrows unexpectedly.

Su Zhi was lucky and did not encounter any tricky opponents in the first few rounds. Even in the previous round with fierce competition, he was lucky enough to meet Lian Yunchuan, who had not yet recovered, and easily knocked the opponent off the competition stage.

Therefore, after so long the third level has been going on, others still know nothing about his methods.

When the cultivators saw this result, they were all excited. Some people could not see Su Zhijun's good luck. This time, when he faced the female cultivator Lingxiao, he probably could not win so lightly.

Whether it is hidden or just a little luck, we will see it today.

"Because there are only six people left, a competition platform is removed."

The old man shook his sleeves and said, "Room...", accompanied by a dull sound, a competition platform slowly descended and re-embedded back to the ground. At this point, there was only one competition platform left in the Golden Elixir Stage.

Looking at the lonely platform, everyone couldn't help but become more serious.

"Let's start." After saying that, the old man stepped up from the air, but did not leave like a yearning, but instead sat in the stands.

The referee appeared on the competition stage the moment he left. He cleared his throat and shouted loudly: "No. 1!"

Gu Xizhan did not delay. After she jumped onto the competition stage, she held the sword and looked at the opposite side with the referee.

However, the male cultivator's movements were not so straightforward. He first raised his hand to support the back of his neck, moved his neck, and then slowly walked towards the competition platform. His pace was as slow as if he was going to have fun, completely ignoring that his opponent was waiting for him on the competition platform.

Fortunately, Gu Xizhan was very patient. She silently watched the male cultivator and took three minutes to walk less than a hundred meters away, and the expression on her face remained unchanged.

However, many people's patience is not as good as hers. The noise in the stands was even louder, and more and more people were dissatisfied with the male cultivator.

Su Zhijun was not affected by any point. Although his steps did not stop, he was not fast. When he finally stood on the competition stage, before the referee spoke, he stretched out his hand...

"Ha...", he yawned a big yawn, and even a little light appeared in the corners of his eyes. Su Zhiwu wiped the corners of his eyes with his fingertips. He faced the dissatisfied eyes of the cultivators, and covered his open mouth with his right hand and said, "Su Zhiwu, please give me advice from fellow Taoists, ha..."

His voice was hoarse, with a feeling of not waking up.

...Gu Xizhan was silent for a while before saying, "Gu Xizhan." Other introductions seemed to have become a little redundant.

"Fellow Daoist Gu..." Su Zhifu pressed his forehead and finally put down his hand. His narrow eyes looked over, mixed with some carelessness, "... Let's start."
Chapter completed!