The eighteen disciples slowly walked up to their respective rings and saluted each other.

Then there was the sound of fighting, the roar sounded one after another, the sound of weapons colliding was endless, all kinds of gods flew sideways, the disciples in the audience looked at one more seriously than the other, did not let go of every detail, and carefully observed their fight, which was not in vain for the elders.

Mo Chu sat quietly on the high platform, his eyes looked around each ring, watching the movements of those disciples, keeping them in mind, if he encountered them later, he knew in his heart, the monk world is always dominated by sword cultivation, of course, Tongtianmen is not excluded, most of the people in the ring are sword cultivators, among them, there are also some sword cultivators and spear cultivators, and there are also fist cultivators who are extremely fierce in their hands.

Mo Chu looked at those disciples, and a figure slowly appeared in his heart, holding a long knife, with a smile on the corner of his mouth at any time, "If you were here, how good it would be!" Mo Chu sighed.

Mo Chu shook his head slowly, trying not to let himself think about these things anymore, brushed his thoughts, and set his eyes on the stage.

"Who are you talking about!" An Ruxue turned her head to look at Mo Chu.

"An old man, if I have the opportunity to introduce you to you in the future. Mo Chu looked at An Ruxue, and a warm smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Then you must have a good relationship!" An Ruxue asked.

"Very good, he's my brother!" Mo Chu looked at the sky, as if he could see Bai Yan wandering in the sky. Even Mo Chu doesn't know when he regarded Bai Yan as a brother, maybe he saved Bai Yan last time, or the two of them were born and died, in short, everything is so mysterious, fate is really wonderful.

Bang.....

A sound pulled Mo Chu's thoughts back, Mo Chu followed the sound and looked, only to see a disciple in the first ring fall to the ground, covered with sword marks, blood stained his clothes red, his face became extremely pale, and he couldn't move.

"I've lost!" the disciple who fell to the ground rolled his eyes and looked at the sword-wielding man opposite, and then lay on the ground with his head tilted, panting.

The disciple who won the "acceptance" clenched his fists, put it away and slowly walked off the stage, and then, the elder slowly waved his sleeve robe, and a beam of divine light hit it, and the disciple's body slowly floated up and got off the ring.

"That person is so strong!" An Ruxue looked at the winning disciple, just now An Ruxue didn't even see how that person came out of the sword, and the result was won, which was very terrifying.

Next, the rest of the rings also had their own winners and losers, except for the disciple in the first ring, the rest were all miserable victories, and some disciples even had white bones exposed, hideous and terrifying.

After a while, the elder motioned for the second group of eighteen people to all come on the field, facing their respective opponents, this time the disciple Lu Qizhi, who was originally sitting next to Mu Fengtian, was impressively in the ranks, Lu Qizhi was holding a silver spear in his hand, the body of the spear was tattooed with a dragon, the tip of the spear was shining with a cold brilliance, and the material was extremely extraordinary.

Immediately after that, there was a sound of fighting in the ring, and Lu Qizhi was fighting against a disciple named Chen Wenxuan, holding a folding fan, on which a dragon was drawn, forming the posture of going out to sea, the sea was full of wind and clouds, the fan body was full of brilliance, and the divine lines flowed, which was extremely extraordinary.

"Chen Wenxuan. Lu Qizhi smiled, the spear behind him, extremely heroic.

"Please teach Senior Brother!" Chen Wenxuan arched his hand, his wrist moved lightly, he closed the fan, his white robe fluttered gently, his hair fluttered in the wind, he was extremely handsome, he was really a peerless son.

The two of them glanced at each other, and Lu Qizhi took the lead, and a little cold light flew out, and his fighting spirit was incomparable.

Chen Wenxuan looked at that little bit of cold mang, and pointed forward with a fan, hitting the point of cold mang.

Bang...

With a soft sound, the light dissipated, and both of them took a step back.

"Very strong," Mo Chu stared at Chen Wenxuan and said softly.

At this time, the two of them flew up, stepped forward, and fought together, the shadow of the gun, the fan wind criss-crossed, and the halo of battle continued to burst out, hitting the light curtain of the ring, rumbling.

I saw that Lu Qizhi swept out with a shot, Chen Wenxuan turned sideways slightly, moved the folding fan in his hand, and waved it out, hitting the barrel of the gun, it was directly shocking that Lu Qizhi back, Chen Wenxuan seized the opportunity, stepped forward with an arrow, and pointed out to Lu Qizhi's chest, hitting his chest, Lu Qizhi retreated again and again, and his heel hit the fence before stopping, the corners of his mouth overflowed with blood, and his face became pale.

"You are very strong!" Lu Qizhi looked at Chen Wenxuan, his eyes were full of smiles, and he paused, "I'm not your opponent, I admit defeat!"

"What, Senior Brother Lu actually admitted defeat, he is the third in the inner door, so he admits defeat like this!" Some people were very puzzled, thinking that if he went all out, he would still have a chance to fight.

"Yes, how strong is that person, Senior Brother Lu will admit defeat after just a few moves!"

The disciples discussed in a few words below, after all, this matter is really a bit unbelievable, a rising star actually surpassed a strong person like Lu Qizhi, which inevitably made everyone look at him with admiration, and some people sincerely admired Lu Qizhi and admired his courage to retreat.

"Accept!" Chen Wenxuan clenched his fists, closed the folding fan, and slowly walked off the ring.

"You lost!" Lu Qizhi walked to the top of the position and just sat down, when he heard Mu Fengtian's words.

"If you lose, you lose!" Lu Qizhi said nonchalantly.

"You didn't give it your all!" Mu Fengtian looked at Lu Qizhi with a more expression.

"He's strong, I'm not his opponent, and it's not to protect me. Lu Qizhi smiled: "I'm afraid of pain!"

"Hmph," Mu Fengtian snorted softly.

After a while, the second wave of people also decided their own losses, and they all slowly walked out of the ring and sat in their own positions.

"I'm going!" Mu Fengtian slowly got up and walked off the high platform.

"Is that Brother Pastor, so handsome!" The female disciples looked at Mu Fengtian's face, and they were all very intoxicated.

"Yes, not only is it handsome, but its strength is also very strong!" the disciples looked at Mu Fengtian with admiration in their eyes.

Mu Fengtian slowly walked into the ring and looked at the disciple who was already standing opposite, the disciple was trembling, his body was trembling, and his eyes were full of fear.

"Division... Hello senior brother!" the disciple spoke.

"Don't be afraid!" Mu Fengtian said with a smile.

"I, I admit defeat!" the disciple suddenly looked at the elder and said a word, and then walked off the stage without looking back.

"This!" Everyone was dumbfounded for a while, but no one laughed at it, Mu Fengtian's strength is obvious to all, it is really extremely terrifying, he can only be unilaterally beaten when he goes up, it is better to admit defeat and go off the stage to watch the play earlier, but there are also some people who are eager to try, towards how to enter the next round and fight with that Mu Fengtian.

"This is too cowardly, isn't it?" An Ruxue said with some surprise.

"Normal, there are one or two timid people everywhere, and they can't run away if they can't fight, there's nothing strange about it!" Mo Chu said with a smile.

"Oh," An Ruxue replied.

After a while, the business of fighting in the ring finally calmed down, and the disciples walked out of the ring separately, most of them also suffering injuries.

"It's my turn!" Mo Chu slowly got up, walked off the high platform, and stepped into the ring step by step, not long after seeing a disciple slowly walking up to the ring, waving to the high platform from time to time, with a smile on his face.

"Sorry, I'm late, under Li Zijin" The disciple looked at the fist hugging fist.

"It's too early to ink. Mo Chu clenched his fists lightly.

"I know you, it's quite a big thing you did in the inner gate!" Li Zijin said with a smile.

Mo Chu: "It's just the old thing, don't mention it, let's take action!"

"Senior brother, be careful!" Li Zijin held a long knife in his hand, his face became serious for a moment, and his whole body was entwined with knife intent.

"I can't ask for it!" Mo Chu Qingzhu sword was in his hand, the sword intent flowed, the sword body buzzed, and there was a faint sound of dragon groaning.

"Battle" The two looked at each other, the swords were in the air, the sword light flew out, and the sound of breaking the air continued to sound, and then the two flew forward, and the swords collided.

Boom Boom....

A few breaths of time passed, and the sword light flew sideways, the ground cracked inch by inch, splashed with dirt and rocks, and the entire ring instantly became tattered.

Mo Chu slashed out with a sword, a golden sword light flew in, Li Zijin stabbed with a long knife, shattering the sword light, and then the long knife in his hand pushed hard, and the sword destroyed the ancient decay, flew out horizontally, and slashed towards Mo Chu.

Mo Chu stared at the sword, the long sword flipped over, and streams of sword intent poured out, forming a barrier of sword intent like an iron wall.

Bang....

The sword slashed on the sword intent barrier, making a booming sound, and then with a click, it shattered inch by inch, and the sword disappeared without a trace.

"Broken Life" Mo Chu shouted, the long sword in his hand glowed with brilliant golden light, and then a domineering sword light flew out, the sword intent was soul-stirring, and the whole body was cold when he heard it.

Li Zijin's complexion changed slightly, he didn't guard against counterattack, he held the knife with both hands, and slashed hard, a knife that was full of width flew out, and collided with the sword light, and the huge light couldn't open his eyes, the sword intent and the sword intent were mixed, and the fight continued.

Click....

With a soft sound, the sword light shattered, and the sword flew in, slashing towards Mo Chu over there.

"Not good," Mo Chu said softly, and then bent his arm and raised his sword.

Bite...

A spark burst out, and the sword slashed at the body of the Qingzhu sword, and a strong force came, and Mo Chu flew upside down for several feet, hitting the edge of the ring, his face became slightly pale, and his arms trembled uncontrollably.

Mo Chu flew up, and the three-color halo of the green bamboo sword body soared, and he swung forward slightly, and the sword light flew towards Li Zijin like a decaying sword.

Li Zijin was a little surprised, looking at the sword light of the three-color halo, his face became solemn, he took a step forward, the long knife flipped over, the sword intent reached its peak in an instant, and he flew forward, holding the sword against the sword light, and slashed on the sword light.

Rumble....

With a loud bang, one after another divine rainbows burst out and hit the light curtain of the ring, rumbling, faintly cracking, fortunately, the elders cast spells to stabilize the position, otherwise it is really hard to say.

Burst....

Li Zijin was bleeding on the spot, and fell to the ground weakly, there was a hideous and terrifying blood mark on his chest, and the long knife in his hand was broken in half, and the other was inserted in the ring fence, and the brilliance was lost.

"I..." Li Zijin was about to speak, but a mouthful of blood spurted out again.

"I lost!" Li Zijin said weakly, and then fell to the ground unconscious.

Mo Chu gave up his hand and walked out of the ring.

"That guy is so strong!"

"I didn't expect to be so strong, I actually defeated Senior Brother Li Zijin, and even his weapon was cut off!"

The disciples in the audience discussed word by word, with surprises and praise.

Mo Chu ignored it, ignored it, walked to the position and sat down, a pill appeared in his hand and took it, and began to recover from his injuries as much as possible.

Next, three more competitions were held in the ring to determine the candidates for the next round.

"Disciples, let's go back to heal first, and tomorrow we will have the second round of the competition. The elder slowly walked into the red ring, looked at the disciples and said.

So, they dispersed in a hurry, talking about today's battle as they walked, and they were all in high spirits, and they couldn't wait to go up and compete with one of them.

Mo Chu glanced at Mu Fengtian, and then walked towards his mountain peak with An Ruxue, and the two talked and laughed along the way, talking with An Ruxue about some interesting things that happened today.

End of this chapter!