The next day, the sect competition had reached its final stage.

After about half a month of screening, the top 100 disciples of the Kumu Sect have been released.

These people will be the hope of the future of the Dead Wood School, and Liu Zhengyang naturally also attached great importance to it.

"It's the head! The head has appeared!"

When he appeared on the rostrum, the disciples of the Kumu Sect who were watching below could not hold back and shouted loudly.

In Tianling City, in order to protect the people in Tianling City, Liu Zhengyang faced the thunder of the doomsday alone, and was then despicable and shameless sneak attacked by the demon cultivator and betrayed by the aristocratic family.

This caused him to be seriously injured and rarely appeared in public.

In this way, rumors about Liu Zhengyang's injury spread, causing storms in the city.

Faced with such a situation, Liu Zhengyang did not come forward to refute the rumors, so the rumors became more and more intense. There were even rumors that Liu Zhizhang might fall from the altar due to excessive injuries!

In addition, new refugees are constantly entering the country around, so some people in Tiannan Province have begun to doubt the authenticity of this rumor.

But when Liu Zhengyang appeared, all the rumors were self-defeating.

"Everyone is very enthusiastic!"

As the head of the Kurt Sect, Liu Zhengyang did not show his majesty, but looked very kind.

"I think you have heard about some rumors recently, but the rumors are rumors, and you can't be honest!"

As soon as Liu Zhengyang finished speaking, there were shouts like tsunamis coming from below.

"The head of the sect is mighty!"

Liu Zhengyang stretched out his hand and pressed down: "I have witnessed your efforts. Now is also the time for you to pursue your own life honors. Enter the top ten sects, become personal disciples, and become core members of my Kumu Sect!"

"Let's start!"

After a brief remark, the atmosphere of the competition became more and more intense.

Old Man Zhu sat next to Liu Zhengyang with a smile on his face.

"Young Master, these little guys were still quite serious when you didn't show up. Now, they are full of fighting spirit, and it's really different!"

"Old Zhu, don't be ashamed to kill me here!"

Liu Zhengyang shook his head with a smile.

"This is really not a praising man. I can see clearly the old man!"

The old drunkard was rare today without drinking, and was wearing a dress.

It can be seen that he is also very concerned about what he is doing today, and is very serious, which is quite rare.

"Today is destined to be a day to write down the history of the Dead Wood School. Although I like to drink, I never get drunk before doing things!"

As if seeing Liu Zhengyang's curious gaze, the old drunkard flicked his clothes and said with a smile.

Liu Zhengyang raised his eyebrows, "What a guy, what he said seems to be nothing he did before!

"Dong~"

With the sound of gongs, the sect martial arts competition officially began!

Zu Qingxin and Pang Feng missed the game.

It’s okay that Zu Qingxin has arrived, he is calm and he is still practicing hard even if he has gained strength.

But Pang Feng was different. The last time he suffered some injuries to the killer, he became more and more excited after he recovered. This attitude also made the fire of his natal body merge more and more soft.

"You said Master will let you and me fight in the end?"
Chapter completed!