The fight continued.

Not surprisingly, the high-level sects, especially the four first-class sects, easily defeated their opponents and advanced to the second round.

Of course.

Among them, there are also low-level counterattacks against high-level sects.

For example, the Iron Fist Gate.

This third-rate sect defeated the third-rate sect in Zhongzun Prefecture and successfully advanced.

Zhao Dazhuang, who played in the game, although he only fought one game, his overwhelming cultivation made the audience believe that this son was absolutely extraordinary!

"There are indeed a lot of good geniuses in this Dragon and Tiger competition. ”

A lot of strong people are full of criticism.

However, when they unintentionally looked at the disciples of the Ten Thousand Ancient Sect, thinking of the picture of the first-class sect disciples abusing them just now, they secretly said: "The disciples sent by the Ten Thousand Ancient Sect are all demons!"

"Are you Xiao Sinji?"

Zhao Dazhuang, who had just walked down, stopped outside the waiting area of the Wangu Sect.

"Not bad. Xiao said to himself.

Zhao Dazhuang grinned and said, "I hope we can meet in the follow-up games." ”

The overlaying of the Spirit Phantom Venerable who had just pulled out the mountain and conquered the world made him very excited, and he also realized that the other party was definitely very strong in terms of physical body!

What the master said was indeed right.

This disciple of the Ten Thousand Ancient Sect is a very good opponent, if he can fight, it will be worth the trip!

"I think so, too. Xiao said to himself.

Encountering in the wild and striding with the spirit beast on his back made him have the urge to learn.

"Boom!"

With the last two sects to separate the winners and losers, the first round of the Dragon and Tiger Championship came to an end.

Two hundred sects fought in pairs and hundreds of battles, so it was dark after all the battles.

"Ladies and gentlemen. ”

The lord of Han City said loudly: "The first round of the Dragon and Tiger Championship is over, so stay tuned for the second round of the competition tomorrow!"

"It's so cool to watch!"

"Especially the Ten Thousand Ancient Sect, I didn't expect that the first battle would cause the biggest upset and defeat the first-class Dayan Holy Sect!"

The audience left the venue one after another, but the previous showdown between the sects was still hotly discussed on the way.

Jun Changxiao also stood up.

However, as soon as he took two steps, the two Martial Emperors behind him followed.

This is because he is afraid of him, he flies up carelessly, and then shamelessly advertises the sect, so he must be close to him.

"Buzz!"

Suddenly, the image formation became gray.

After confirming that the formation had been closed, the two Martial Emperors were relieved to leave.

The two brothers stared at the Sect Master for most of the day, so they found a restaurant to sit down, and ordered a few dishes and two pots of wine to relax.

......

"Gone, gone. ”

The warriors of the cities of the various states got up and left one after another when they saw the light curtain of the formation, and secretly decided to come early tomorrow to occupy a position that was more conducive to watching the battle.

"Buzz!"

However, before anyone could evacuate, the originally gloomy formation light curtain lit up again.

Jun Changxiao smiled at the handsome face again, then stroked his hair, and said with a smile: "Everyone, I, Hu Hansan, are back again!"

“......”

The warriors of the entire continent are all petrified.

"Poof!"

The two martial emperors of the organizer saw that the image formation suddenly opened, and the shameless man appeared in the camera again, squirting wine on the spot, and the chopsticks in their hands also fell.

Isn't the formation closed!

How did it turn on again!

The two of them didn't think about it, and hurriedly flew out of the window, and then approached Jun Changxiao, who was promoting the sect with emotion, and one of them pulled back with one arm, and shouted: "Quickly close the formation!"

The following several formation masters were sweating profusely to communicate the image formation, and finally it took a long time to close it again.

Those who advertise dare to hijack the formation.

Monarch Suzerain.

You're crazy!

But.

It also sounded the alarm bell for the organizers.

They hurriedly dispatched dozens of formation masters overnight to reinforce the image formation and establish a firewall to prevent it from being hacked by others again.

More than that.

In order to prevent the stinky and shameless person from interfering with the game and forcibly advertising, the Han City Lord sent several more Martial Emperors.

Following.

Jun Changxiao just sat in the spectator seat.

Brush! Brush!

Ten burly brothers quickly surrounded him.

“......”

The corners of Jun Changxiao's mouth twitched, and he said, "You guys, I want to go to the toilet." ”

"I'll go with you!" the ten Martial Emperors shouted in unison.

The task given by the Han City Lord is very simple, he must stare at this guy to death, and he must not be allowed to take the opportunity to fly to the image formation.

"Okay. ”

Jun Changxiao leaned back in his chair and said, "I can hold it for a while." ”

......

Airplanes!

The image formation begins again.

On the light curtain, the hundred sects that had advanced to the second round entered one after another, and there were strong shouts.

When the disciples of the Wangu Sect appeared, many people from the audience shouted.

Yesterday's upset defeat of the first-class sect made them identify with this fifth-rate sect, and they were willing to be a fan and cheer for it!

The sects are in place.

Han City Lord didn't talk nonsense, and went straight to the point, letting the disciple representatives draw lots to choose the opponent in the second round.

"Don't draw the Ten Thousand Ancient Sect, don't draw the Ten Thousand Ancient Sect!"

A representative of the sect's disciples walked up to the front desk and stood in front of the extraction box and muttered silently.

Yesterday, he still wanted to draw it, but he didn't want to draw it today, and this psychological change is still quite big!

"Brush!"

Reach in and take it out.

The sect shown on the sign was not the Ten Thousand Ancient Sect, which immediately made this disciple breathe a sigh of relief.

"Senior Sister ......"

"There you go. ”

"Okay. ”

Li Qingyang walked over again.

After a draw, he has been able to face it calmly.

But the other sect disciples were nervous, and silently recited in their hearts, don't draw your own sect!

"Brush!"

Li Qingyang raised his hand and stopped.

"The second round opponent of the Wangu Sect is ————"

The Han City Lord may also know that this emerging sect is very topical, so he deliberately pulled a long note before announcing: "Jinhuang Holy Sect!"

"It's okay, it's okay!"

The sect that was not selected suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

However, Duan Ziru, who was sitting in the VIP viewing seat, was suddenly confused.

So many sects.

How did you choose your own home!

In this matter, the eliminated Dayan Holy Sect is also thinking about it, how can so many sects be the first to draw themselves!

"Dude. ”

Jun Changxiao grinned through the little gap left by several Martial Emperors, and said, "It's finally as you wish." ”

"......" Duan Zishou twitched the corners of his mouth.

Of course, he couldn't be pessimistic, but straightened his waist and sneered: "When you meet my Jinhuang Holy Sect, your dark horse road of the Ten Thousand Ancient Sect will come to an end!"

"Really?"

Jun Changxiao touched his chin.

......

"Click!"

"Click!"

The extraction of opponents continued, but in the area where the Ten Thousand Ancient Sect was located, there was already a crackling sound of bones.

Su Xiaomo shook her head, turned her wrist, and had a grim smile on the corner of her mouth.

Li Fei, Tian Qi and the others were also warming up before the battle, and their ears rang with the repeated advice of the sect master last night: "If you meet the Jinhuang Holy Sect, you will be tortured to death for this seat!"

Keyword.

Torture to death!

The city lord of Han fully considered the topicality.

After the lottery ceremony was over, he announced loudly: "In the first battle of the second round, the Ten Thousand Ancient Sect will face off against the Golden Huang Holy Sect!"

"Brush!"

Li Qingyang got up, waved his sleeves and said, "Go to battle!"

"Brush, brush, brush!"

Xiao Sinji shook his fists with Su Xiaomo and the others, and then stepped onto the martial arts arena in a dashing manner.

"Whoo ————"

They stood on the stage, tilting their heads sideways to look at the disciples of the Jinhuang Holy Sect who were walking towards them, releasing a powerful aura, as if their whole bodies had turned black in an instant, and their eyes flashed gloomy red.

Seeing this, Duan Zishou suddenly 'chuckled' in his heart.

"Their eyes are so scary!"

The audience is also creepy.

Those disciples of the Golden Huang Holy Sect who were walking were also terrified, and at this moment, it was most appropriate to describe it as 'Panic Holy Sect'!

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PS, I won't be as shameless as the monarch, I'll just say weakly and ask for votes.

(End of chapter)