Yun Zheng covered her mouth and coughed lightly a few times, trying to cover up her previous loss of composure. To be honest, she was shocked.

Has my uncle become so popular that he is popular with both men and women?

The friends all looked at Yun Zheng in shock, seemingly also shocked by what the male elementalist had just said. Mo Jing couldn't help but blurt out, "This is bad! My uncle has been targeted by a man!"

Yun Zheng almost choked on her saliva again: "!"

Feng Xinglan and others showed strange expressions.

Di Nian successfully advanced and returned to the waiting area with extremely brisk steps.

The warm atmosphere at the scene suddenly weakened.

In the first round of the ring promotion competition, a total of five thousand people were eliminated.

In the second round of the ring promotion competition, half of the people were eliminated.

About two hours later, the five thousand contestants in the waiting area drew lots again.

Yun Zheng's number this time was 2001, and her friends also drew different numbers. So Yun Zheng was relieved that no one in their Fengyun team had the same number.

If you really draw the same number, there is no problem in fighting, but the problem is that the eliminated person will not have the chance to ascend to the advanced continent.

The first round of qualifying took two days, the second round took a day and a half, and the third round took a day...

By the fifth round of qualifying, the number of contestants had dropped sharply from 10,000 to 625.

The number of people who were originally packed in the waiting area suddenly shrank by more than 90%, and now there are only 625 people scattered around.

None of the opponents the Fengyun team encountered in the first four rounds were strong people with the cultivation level of the Full Saint Dao Realm, so they all advanced safely.

"Come on, draw lots!"

The elders of the Shen Ye Sect distributed fortune sticks to everyone again.

The numbers are from one to three hundred and twelve. Yun Zheng drew number one, Feng Xinglan was number three, Zhongli Wuyuan was number one hundred and fifty-two, Yu Qiu was number one hundred and sixty-seven, Yan Chen was number one hundred and ninety-five, Mo Jing was number two hundred, and Nangong Qingqing was number two hundred and thirty.

Mu Yin drew a blank and successfully advanced.

"Ayin, you are so lucky."

Mu Yin held the blank fortune stick and said with a grin, "Then I'll just sit here and watch you guys compete happily."

After a pause, Mu Yin cleared his throat, looked around at Yun Zheng and the other seven, and said with a frown in a serious tone, "I hope you won't embarrass me. You have to win this round! Do you hear me?"

Yu Qiu was the closest, and he grabbed the back of Mu Yin's neck, his tone becoming dangerous as he laughed, "Does our Ah Yin know how to scold people?"

"Ahhh, I know I was wrong, Brother Qiu!"

"Sao Qiu, don't hit A Yin!" Mo Jing stopped him sternly.

When Mu Yin heard this, he sniffed with emotion and gave Mo Jing a look of great gratitude.

Mo Jing didn't seem to notice Mu Yin's look at the moment. He raised his hand, rolled up his sleeves, and said, "Let me beat him up!"

Mu Yin's expression froze: "..."

"Hahaha……"

Since Yun Zheng and Feng Xinglan drew numbers one and three respectively, they went on stage together.

Yun Zheng nodded to Feng Xinglan, then stepped onto stage number one. Feng Xinglan also stepped onto stage number three.

When the Emperor saw Yun Zheng coming on stage, his eyes followed her unconsciously. The corners of his lips beneath the mask curled up slightly, showing a different kind of tenderness.

Old Zhuang frowned. He felt as if the terrifying chill emanating from the Emperor beside him had weakened considerably. What was going on?!

The man with the ghost mask supported his chin with one hand, like a noble and casual young man, his dark eyes fell on Yun Zheng.

Yun Zheng...

You shouldn't have been there.

There was a hint of unknown meaning in the eyes of the man with the ghost mask.

In the waiting area_

The elf girl Mu Yin's heart suddenly tightened, and some horrifying images emerged in her mind, and her pupils couldn't help but dilate.

She held her head tightly with both hands, as if something had backfired on her, and her sea of ​​consciousness felt a burst of pain.

"Yinyin, what's wrong with you?" the elf boy Mu Chu asked anxiously.

Mu Yin sobbed painfully, "Brother...Brother, my head hurts! I saw some scary images again..."

Mu Chu patted her back gently and said soothingly: "Don't be afraid, brother is here."

She took a few deep breaths, her hair at the temples was wet with cold sweat, and her pretty face suddenly turned pale. A hint of panic flashed across her face, and she grabbed Mu Chu's arm tightly.

The image that just appeared in her mind has faded, but the shock it left on her cannot be dispelled.

"Brother... the eclipse of the sun will bring about chaos, and all living things will be in turmoil. I kneel in mourning!"

Mu Chu's eyes changed, and he immediately covered his sister's mouth. He looked around cautiously, then lowered his voice and asked seriously, "What's the big mess?"

“Here…”

Mu Chu's eyes were filled with complexity and change, with an unprecedented level of caution. Suddenly, he looked up at Yun Zheng, who was standing on the first stage.

He sent a voice message to Mu Yin, "You once said that Miss Yun would save you once. Is that right here?"

Mu Yin thought about it, and the picture in her mind was already blurry, but she remembered that she saw Sister Zheng's figure. If she guessed correctly, Sister Zheng was the one who saved her during this chaos.

She pursed her lips and nodded.

Mu Chu asked again: "Do you remember the details clearly?"

Mu Yin shook her head with tears in her eyes, obviously scared and anxious.

Mu Chu soothed him gently, "Yinyin, calm down first. When you remember something, tell your brother."

"good."

Mu Chu and Mu Yin, the brother and sister, did not notice that behind them, a charming fair-skinned young man was looking at them thoughtfully, his bright red lips slightly pulled into an arc with an ambiguous meaning.

Arena No. 1_

Yun Zheng’s opponent is her senior sister from the same sect—Ji Baiman from the sea clan.

Yun Zheng smiled slightly and said, "Senior Sister Ji."

Ji Baiman laughed and sighed, "I've dodged so many powerful people, but I couldn't hide from you. Junior Sister Yun, please don't treat me so violently. My delicate skin can't withstand it."

When she thought of the scene where Junior Sister Yun Zheng destroyed an arena, she felt a little scared.

Yun Zheng had a good impression of Ji Baiman. She smiled and said, "Since Senior Sister Ji said so, I will definitely not use violence."

"Thank you." Ji Baiman chuckled.

The two men stood facing each other, and the battle was about to break out!

"The promotion competition officially begins—"

Yun Zheng immediately summoned the flaming spear.

Seeing this, Ji Baiman raised her hand, and a water dragon followed her hand in mid-air. The next moment, a blue mermaid tail loomed from her lower body, a truly beautiful sight.

Neither of them said much and went straight into battle mode.

"Flame Phoenix Spear!"

"Water Dragon Technique!"

The phoenix-shaped flames and the dragon-shaped water attack collided fiercely in the void.