High in the air.

The gold-robed deacon Fang Hao raised his eyebrows, and a flash of surprise flashed, "Hey, there are still so many people !!" With his cultivation, even if he only uses six points of strength, it is enough to crush the general Sevenfold Heavenly Martial Marquis to the ground, originally thought that being able to have five hundred people to persist is the limit, you know, the last one hundred and twenty Qingyun List Tianjiao, the last twenty people, that is, the combat power of the middle-level Martial Marquis, the Sevenfold Heavenly Martial Marquis, put it in the last session, has been able to squeeze into the top 100, luckily, to enter the top sixty, it is not impossible, now it is good, even the first round of elimination, may not be able to pass, I have to say, this is a complete tragedy！！！

"It's a pity! it's a pity!!" A trace of regret crossed Fang Hao's majestic face, the high-level martial arts power that was less than sixty years old could barely be worthy of a genius even if it was placed in their Holy Extreme Courtyard, and these people were still from such a remote place in the Nanling Domain, and they had not been systematically cultivated at all, if they could join their Holy Extreme Courtyard, under the systematic cultivation of the Outer Academy, in a short period of time, there would definitely be a qualitative breakthrough in strength, even if they could not leap into the Martial Sect's combat power, but a half-step Martial Sect's combat power would definitely not be able to run.

However, there are only one hundred and twenty places on the Qingyun List, and only one hundred and twenty Qingyun List Tianjiao are eligible to worship their Holy Extreme Courtyard, this is the rule, not to mention that he is such a small golden-robed deacon, even ordinary silver-clothed elders can't change it!!

"Boom !!"

Between breaths, the momentum rose a little more, but it was this insignificant trace, but it was like the last straw that crushed the camel's camel, crushing the hundreds of days of arrogance that had been struggling to support!!

"Bang!", "Bang!", "Bang!"

The sound of falling to the ground was endless, and before he could breathe, dozens of people collapsed to the ground, and at this moment, even Chu Feilong, Beigong Minghao, and other quasi-third-grade Tianjiao, were all breathing disordered, sweating like rain, but fortunately they were able to persevere, but Chi Jiuxiao was very bad, his face was red, his waist was bent, his legs trembled, and he was a braised prawn.

"I can't do it, I really can't do it"

"Insist, Senior Brother Chi, you can't give up, three breaths! As long as three breaths are enough!!" In just half a breath, more than 20 people fell to the ground, and at this moment, there are less than 550 people who can still stand in the ring, if they give up at this time and are eliminated, it is really a pity.

"No, I can't just give up on me, I can't compare to Senior Brother Yang Fan, I can't compare to Senior Brother Haoran, can't I be more than Senior Brother Chu, I'm unwilling, I'm unwilling" Chi Jiuxiao roared unwillingly in his heart, as the third person on the heavenly list, surpassing Chu Longfei, the second child, has always been his dream, Chu Longfei didn't fall to the ground, how could he give up, how could he give up.

"One breath" more than 20 people fell to the ground, "I can't give up, I want to persevere, persevere"

In the "Two Breaths" ring, there are more than five hundred people who can continue to stand, "No, no, I can't do it, I really can't do it"

Chi Jiuxiao's vision began to blur, and the limit was not so easy to break.

"It's almost, it's just a little bit, Senior Brother Chi, hold on!!" But Chi Jiuxiao couldn't hear Yang Fan's words, "Bang !!"

Chi Jiuxiao's legs were weak, and the whole person fell to the ground.

"Hey, Senior Brother Chi is really a pity!!"

Looking at Chi Jiuxiao who had fainted, Yang Fan sighed, if he was like Zhu Feng and was eliminated from the game at the beginning, it would be nothing, but it was only half a breath away, and he would be successfully promoted, it would be too much of a pity, he had persisted for so long, only a little bit, just a little bit!!

A corner of the Oriental Stand.

"Hey, compared to Long Fei, Haoran came, Jiuxiao is still a little worse!!" Han Qianye, who was dressed in brocade, sighed regretfully, but when his eyes skimmed to the other contestants of the Tang Dynasty, the regret in his heart dissipated a lot at once, and it was already good to be able to have three people advance to the top four hundred and eighty, you must know that other sects, the most Heavenly God Sect, that is, there are five people who have advanced, like the Heavenly Sword Sect, Leaving the Fire Sect, it is even more miserable, only one person has qualified, not to mention that their Seven Star Sect and Yang Fan, a monster against the sky, as long as Yang Fan is there, even if the others are all eliminated, it will not affect the overall situation.

"Three Breaths"

"Bang!", "Bang!", "Bang!"

"Congratulations, you've made it to !!"

"Boom !!"

The momentum of the tyrant disappeared without a trace in an instant, as if it had never appeared.

"Bang!", "Bang!", "Bang!"

In an instant, hundreds of Tianjiao collapsed to the ground, one by one without an image of sticking out their tongues and gulping in rough clothes, under the terrifying coercion that was enough to crush the Sevenfold Heavenly Martial Marquis, these hundreds of fourth-grade Tianjiao had already exhausted all the spiritual power in their bodies. physical strength, completely relying on the tenacious will to support the struggle, but everyone's faces, are full of indescribable joy, carry it down, they finally carried it down, not like other geniuses, were eliminated, finally passed the primary, advanced to the finals, if they can't even pass the first level, it will become the regret of their lives!!

"After an hour, the ring match officially starts, everyone hurry up and rest!! "Fang Hao still has some human feelings, and he didn't directly carry out the next round of ring battles, but gave everyone an hour to recover.

The next moment

A venerable heavenly demon sat cross-legged one after another, swallowing all kinds of spiritual power recovery elixirs, and recovered with all his might, although an hour is not short, but if you don't hurry up, you may not be able to fully recover.

Of course, not everyone is seizing the time to recover their strength, for third-grade geniuses like Jun Haoran and Li Shimin, it is just a little consumed one or two layers of spiritual power, and it doesn't take half an hour to recover, as for the eight demons such as Prince Yingzheng, they are regarded as nothing!!

Sitting casually next to Jun Haoran and Chu Longfei, Yang Fan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he began to look around, they have two hundred and forty Tianjiao in the Tang Dynasty, and there are only twenty-six people left in the center of the ring at the moment, and there are really no one out of ten, among them, there are a large number of people in the Heavenly God Sect, five people have been promoted, the Tang Imperial Family is second, there are four people who have passed, and they have two major sects of the Seven Star Sect and the Tianyi Sect again, each with three people, and the remaining six major sects, except for the Iron Sword, Except for the two sects that left the fire, only one person was promoted, and the other four major sects had two people who passed the test, and those families were scattered, and they were miserable, and it could almost be said that the whole army was wiped out, only a little barbarian king persevered.

There is no way, who calls people a physical cultivation, the flesh shell is comparable to the ancient brute beast, and the ability to resist fighting and pressure far exceeds that of other martial artists of the same level!!

After looking at the Tang Dynasty's Tianjiao, Yang Fan turned his eyes and looked at the other twelve camps, the three major dynasties are the three major dynasties, and their strength far exceeds that of the other dynasties, even if it is the weakest Han Dynasty, there are ninety-two people who have successfully advanced, and the strongest Tang Dynasty is even more terrifying, one hundred and sixty-six promotioners, almost occupying the four-tier quota, plus one hundred and twenty-one Tianjiao of the Great Sui Dynasty, a full three hundred and fifty-nine places, it is shocking to think about it, you know, all the qualifying places, there are only four hundred and eighty places!!

The ten major dynasties divided the few one hundred and twenty-one places, and the Tang Dynasty was able to qualify for twenty-six people, which is already very considerable, except for the twenty-eight places in the Great Song Dynasty, which pressed them, the remaining eight dynasties are all behind them, especially the Qing Dynasty, only three people have qualified, which is simply tragic to the extreme!!

"Okay! When the hour comes, the battle in the ring will start immediately, and now distribute the identity nameplates!!" Fang Hao, whose eyes were tightly closed, suddenly opened his eyes, and with a wave of his big hand, pieces of palm-sized Xuantie tokens suddenly appeared in the sky like raindrops.

The next moment

A small number of tokens seemed to have spirituality, like meteors breaking through the sky, shooting towards the heavenly arrogance in the ring, no more, no less, exactly four hundred and eighty tokens!!

Yang Fan copied it and grabbed the token that was shot at him, with a line of italics neatly written on it.

"Yang Fan - !! of the Seven Star Sect of the Tang Dynasty"