Three days are fleeting.

Early in the morning, Chen Fan finished his day of practice, recalled the drunk tweeted on the table into his storage bag, and then walked out of his room.

At this moment, everyone is ready to go to Lingyunzong Disciple Square under the leadership of Guo Mingfeng.

Along the way, all the people of the sect have appeared, and they have gathered together into a torrent, moving forward together.

Chen Fan also saw Murong Bo and looked at each other from a distance, only to see that the other party still maintained a humble posture, and nodded at him.

Not long after, the disciples of the Lingyun Sect had arrived at the square. At this moment, many disciples of the Lingyun Sect had gathered in the square.

I want to come to watch the excitement.

In terms of numbers, the Lingyunzong disciples probably only came here, and most of them looked impatient, as if they were forcibly summoned.

This competition, which is extremely important to the elementary forces, may not be worth mentioning in the eyes of the disciples of the intermediate forces.

Walking through the crowd, to the forefront, the fifteen arenas have now been set up, and they have all been numbered.

In the upper position, a Lingyunzong elder wearing a white robe was sitting in it. Apart from that, there was no high-level presence on the Lingyunzong side, but some deacons were keeping order around.

"Since you are all present, let's start the draw, who is the turn of the match and walks on the ring."

Following the elder's speech, the deacon of Ling Yunzong came forward with the box of lottery, and everyone draws lots one by one.

Because of the large number of people, the arena will go through almost five rounds, represented by A, B, C, D, and E in turn.

Chen Fan's serial number is B12, which means that his battle will be tested in the twelfth ring of the second round.

At that time, there will be people who are also drawn with the B-12 label to fight against Chen Fan.

This method of drawing lots is clear at a glance and is very easy, but there is a little exception. If you are unlucky, it is easy to draw people from your own clan.

But luck has always been a kind of strength, even if it is really drawn, it can only continue with gritted teeth.

After all the people of the Seven Star Sect were drawn, the first thing Guo Mingfeng did was to let everyone determine whether they had drawn the people of their own sect.

In the last qualifying match, the Seven Star Sect had two matches between the same gates in the first round, so the final defeat was so tragic.

Fortunately, everyone's luck was very good this time, and there was no room-fighting incident.

In this way, the first round of fighting soon began, and Chen Fan's side was the only one who participated in the first round, Ye Wufeng.

As he watched the opponent go to the ring, Chen Fan also stood at ease and watched.

"Boom boom boom..."

The sound of the gong resounded throughout the audience. At the same time, the first round of the first round of the Zongmen Ranking Tournament was the start.

Ye Wufeng was on the 8th ring, and when he just stepped onto it, a red figure suddenly appeared.

Sure enough, the enemy Luzhao, Ye Wufeng's opponent turned out to be a person from the Blood Refining Sect!

And it was the sharp-mouthed monkey cheek that clamored in front of the Seven-Star Zong's house three days ago!

"Wufeng is in danger this time. After all, he is young and his cultivation base is a little worse."

Jin Yong held his eight-lens sledgehammer and shook his head lightly, expressing regret in his voice.

Chen Fan was the same, secretly sighing that Ye Wufeng was unlucky, but he knew how much preparation the opponent had made for this qualifying match, and even the whole person couldn't sleep with excitement last night.

It's just who would have thought that the luck was so bad that he encountered a strong opponent in the first round, and his cultivation base was even higher than him.