
The dreadlocked man lost heavily at the hands of Loin Gu, the thirty-year-old man was now getting closer to seventh place.
Furthermore, the dreadlocked man would face off against one other disciple who had previously won. If the dreadlocked man could defeat his opponent, Loin Gu could definitely occupy the seventh place.
But if otherwise, Loin Gu had to fight and fight for seventh place.
And in the end the dreadlocked man was able to defeat his opponent, making Loin Gu the seventh place holder. The eighth place was occupied by a dreadlocked man who had defeated other competitors.
"If Loin Gu does not meet Yung Lao, it is certain that he will get a better result."
Some people had an opinion about Loin Gu. The man was fairly strong, comparing with the disciples who entered the round of six, he was not inferior in terms of strength.
Loin Gu felt so, if he had not met a rank one outer disciple in the previous round, he would have at least been able to enter the top five.
Slowly everyone forgot the victory of Loin Gu, because the most awaited round will soon be carried out. The six outer disciples who still survived climbed to the top of the arena, one of them taking names.
Feng Xiao became the first to take the name, he took it in hopes of getting an easy opponent.
When he pulled his hand he found the name 'Zhou Fan' there, a smile on his face.
"Feng Xiao fought Zhou Fan!" The old man who was in the middle of the arena shouted out loud.
Feng Xiao smiled meaningfully, he glanced at Zhou Fan as if to say that he was the winner.
But Zhou Fan did not take his words too much, no matter what came out of his mouth, which he would definitely fight back with all his might.
The other two disciples advanced, they took names to determine who the opponent would face. After that they descended leaving Zhou Fan, Feng Xiao along with the old man who became the referee.
On the other hand, Loin Gu looked at Zhou Fan who was standing with a night blood sword. His intention was to compete with the young man, but he was instead knocked out and had to witness how fierce he was to fight.
But it was limited to competition, he was a cultivation enthusiast, every one of whom he felt was quite challenging, would spontaneously be made a rival by him.
Zhou Fan was the one who attracted the most attention in the inner disciple selection, he had just joined the true moon sect, but he was able to prove that not all new disciples were losers.
"Old! Why not just go straight!" Feng Xiao grumbled in annoyance, the words that came out involuntarily provoked the annoyance of the old man who was the referee.
But the old man tried not to care, he prepared to raise his hand.
"Start!"
The old man jumped up and moved away from the arena, letting the two disciples defeat each other.
Zhou Fan looked at Feng Xiao who was just silent as well following what his opponent was doing. That made Feng Xiao groan angrily.
"Damn it! It is not appropriate for you to act like me!" Feng Xiao lunged with his sword, he slashed down with both hands.
Zhou Fan fluttered in his place, he spread out the night blood sword in front of the chest. Feng Xiao's sword was restrained, and made the man pull his hand.
Who would have thought that Zhou Fan was advancing himself, crashing with his body.
Feng Xiao who had not expected the attack, pulled the body and head spontaneously. However it was already too late, his body retreated due to Zhou Fan's body thrust.
Groping the chest that felt a little tight, Feng Xiao held back furiously. His clenched hands implied a fire of anger.