Everyday, the Demon Lord is Escaping His Marriage Chapter 29 – Travis Translations
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The highlight of the Wanmen Martial Arts Tournament is the third round. The 200 disciples draw lots fairly. The opponent’s identity is entirely dependent on luck.
If the opponent is very strong and you are wiped out in the first game, the only thing you can blame is your bad luck.
In other words, it’s because your own strength is not enough. If you are strong enough, you should be fearless.
Mu Rongsa found Hua Che in the crowd, and asked anxiously, “I didn’t see you so early in the morning, where did you go?”
Hua Che answered vaguely and casually, “Took a walk outside.”
Two hundred cultivators, the first round of screening went on for three days, and Zhuang Tian’s heart trembled. When he had learned that Lin Yan had also advanced, he almost cried out of excitement.
When one hundred turned into fifty, Zhuang Tian had a nosebleed on the spot and his eyes got dark.
He was carried to the side hall by disciples of the Shang Qing, where he was fanned and given medical treatment.
The disciples of the Ling Xiao Palace haven’t accomplished anything, yet, the head of the sect was taking a break first, even the other immortal sects don’t know what to say.
Martial arts was not a group of one fight, but four groups at the same time.
Those cultivators who didn’t have a competition, simply asked everyone to place bets, waving flags and shouting while watching the ring.
“Wuji Sword Sect! Chong! Chong! Chong! The senior brother is fearless and invincible, and he will die and take medicine!!”
“The Chiyao faction goes forward bravely and kills the enemy to achieve results. The younger brother works hard and beats the Chickenless Sword Sect to the ground!”
Even though the two contestants on stage haven’t made a scene, a group of followers who were cheering below the stage started fighting first. You say anything to me, the saliva will spray three feet away.
The scene was chaotic. The dignified immortal cultivators were all dishevelled and red-faced, just like shrews in the market. Only due to the timely arrival of the two sect masters, did they kneel down one by one and calm down from the fight brimming with smoke and conflagration.
Soon it arrived to Lin Yan’s round. He was holding a blue light long sword named Liu Xia, which was given to him by Zhuang Tian.
Lin Yan’s opponent happened to be Elder Qianyang’s disciple, Duan Tiange with a long nose.
