Han Zhonglin's blockbuster completely established the image of "can't be messed with", and everyone in the audience looked at him with deep scruples, and this was exactly the effect Han Zhonglin wanted. If he doesn't show a little strength, then even if he enters www.biquge.info the top 30, he is very likely to be considered a "soft persimmon" and become the target of the remaining disciples again.

The competition continued, and with less than half of the top 30 places left, the disciples who had not advanced were a little panicked, and began to defend and attack with all their strength.

The sun is about to set, the qualifiers are coming to an end, and the top 30 have been selected, but the challenge continues. There are still many disciples with good strength who have not been able to enter the top 30 due to the restrictions of the competition rules, so the five chances to challenge is their last chance to fight.

"The following are the last five opportunities to challenge the top 30, and finally I would like to advise you, those who have the strength can naturally go up to fight, otherwise don't bring shame on yourself. The deacon smiled as he looked at the eager appearance of the unqualified people in the field.

"This..."

As soon as the deacon's voice fell, many people in the audience were suffocated.

Indeed, many of the unqualified people in the field have a fluke mentality, if they can pick a weaker person, it may not be a chance to enter the top 30, and they have already looked for someone to challenge, and Zixuan is among them.

A man with short hair in yellow jumped into the central ring, his sharp eyes swept over the thirty powerhouses who had been promoted, and finally his gaze fell on Zi Xuan.

"Please also invite the purple-eyed Langjun to come up and fight!"

The voice of the man in yellow on the stage resounded throughout the audience, Zi Xuan was stunned for a moment, and then shook his head helplessly. He didn't expect the challenge to fall on him so quickly, and he took off the cyan curtain on his head, and his purple eyes shone with a bewitching light.

It seems that if he doesn't show his true strength, I'm afraid that the next challenge will follow, Zi Xuan glanced at the stage with cold eyes, and flew into the ring.

As soon as he stepped down, Zi Xuan instantly burst out with a powerful momentum, and a purple wind appeared out of thin air within two feet of him.

"It's so strong!"

Facing the powerful aura released by the purple-eyed Lang Jun in an instant, Jun Qianzhong felt a strong sense of oppression, and he couldn't help but regret picking the wrong opponent a little.

"Please!"

Jun Qianzhong suddenly appeared in his hand a golden-backed earth sword, and with a wave of the big knife, the yellow earth yuan force rolled, carrying the weight of Qianjun, and swept towards Zixuan.

"Purple Qi Returns to the Yuan!" Zi Xuan didn't dare to slack off, a ball of purple Yuan Force in his hand suddenly attacked, and met with the yellow Yuan Force in mid-air, making a dull popping sound.

The earthy yellow yuan force was even more powerful under Jun Qianzhong's control, and in the face of the heavy earth waves, a trace of solemnity flashed on Zi Xuan's face, and the fiery red spirit knife in his hand burst into flames, and the purple flames suddenly appeared and rose up, one, two......

There was silence inside and outside the arena, and even the sound of breathing could not be heard, all of them were holding their breath and paying attention to the situation in the ring, reluctant to let go of any detail.

"It seems that Brother Xuan is about to show his true strength!" Han Zhonglin, who was watching the battle from the audience, looked at the several purple flames, and also looked forward to Zi Xuan's strongest combat power.

Not only Han Zhonglin, but everyone in the audience wanted to see what the strength of this purple-eyed Langjun, who became famous in this big competition, was!

Ten flames were suspended in mid-air, full of dreamy colors, and Zi Xuan carefully controlled the flames, his face solemn.

"Purple Flame Dance!"

Zi Xuan's hands pinched, and he saw that the ten purple flames were coming alive under the control of his ten fingers, flying in the air, terrifying.

"Hurry!"

Zi Xuan let out a low snort, and saw the ten purple flames flying towards Jun Qianzhong.

Jun Qianzhong's earth sword flashed continuously in midair, forming a wall of Yuan Force to block the dancing purple flames.

Ten fingers linked, and the ten purple flames were grouped together under Zi Xuan's control, and from a distance, it looked like a fist, yes, it was a fist, and it slammed into the earthy yellow Yuan Force Wall.

The purple fist slammed into the wall, and the wall of Yuan Force shook violently, but it was not broken.

"Look at how you break through my Quartet!" Jun Qian saw that the Yuan Force Wall blocked the attack of the purple flame, and his heart was a little calm!

After a few breaths, Jun Qianzhong's face showed a look of surprise.

"My Yuan Li... Could it be that he was swallowed by that purple elemental power?"

Jun Qianzhong found that his Yuan Force was already being "devoured" by that purple Yuan Force at a speed that was visible to the naked eye, how could he not be shocked!

Twenty or thirty eyes stared at the mysterious purple fist, all of them were horrified!

"What a strange power, is this the power of 'devouring'?" came the mutter, and everyone was awakened at once.

"The innate purple qi was born from the creation of heaven and earth, and its most terrifying thing is its ability to dissolve all things, not devouring!"

Han Zhonglin sighed slightly in his heart, he couldn't be clearer about this purple flame's ability, with its unpredictable power, how could it be resisted by ordinary spells?

"When I cultivate the Xuanyuan Gong, I can first transform the Yuan Force into the Origin Yuan Force, and I can also transform the Xuan Yuan into a single line of Yuan Force, and its uniqueness lies in the 'Transformation', doesn't this mean that I can cultivate any series of techniques?" A thought suddenly flashed through Han Zhonglin's mind.

"To transform Xuanyuan, you must be familiar with the characteristics of this kind of Yuan Force, it really is not an overnight thing, even if it succeeds, it will not be able to exert the maximum power of a single Yuan Force! It's a pity that I am still limited to the 'transformation' stage in the use of Xuanyuan!"

Slowly retracted his thoughts, and the competition on the stage was also coming to an end, Jun Qianzhong's earth yuan power had declined when Zixuan's purple flame dissolved, and Jun Qianzhong's defeat would be inevitable at that time.

"I throw in the towel!"

Knowing that his general trend was gone, Jun Qianzhong slowly withdrew his Yuan Li, arched his hand towards Zixuan, and jumped out of the ring instead.

Zi Xuan made a big move, and the purple fist was taken back, and after glancing at everyone in the audience, he went off the stage.

"Zixuan Shou wins!, please ask the other challengers to come up and choose your opponent!" the deacon shouted.

After four consecutive competitions, three of them were successfully defended and one was successfully challenged, so far the promotion tournament is over, and the top 30 are determined!

The deacon looked at the sun slanting to the west, took out a magic sword from his cuff, and pointed to Zhongyuan Li to write on the magic sword, and saw that the magic sword turned into a blue light and flew in the direction of Fengyang Mountain.

After a while, the magic sword flew back into the hands of the deacon, bringing the will of Fengyang Mountain.

"Declare the decree of the House of Elders, the promotion tournament is over, and the third round of competition will begin tomorrow, when the seven elders of the House of Elders will attend the battle at the same time, admire!"

"Tomorrow's battle will be the main event, that's the real battle! The first two rounds are just a warm-up!"

"yes! I don't know what the rules of the battle are?"

"I'll know tomorrow, no matter how much I want, it's just a delusion!"

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The disciples outside the field were discussing hotly, and they left the field, followed by the top 40 to the top 100 disciples, and finally the top 30 left, Han Zhonglin and Zi Xuan's side by side figures attracted the vigilant eyes of many people.

The next day, the sky was cloudy and gray, although it made people feel a little dull, but it could not suppress the hustle and bustle of the martial arts arena at all.

"Look, the elders are here to watch the battle!"

A low-level disciple pointed to the seven rays of light that were speeding from Fengyang Mountain and shouted loudly.

Suddenly, the hall became quiet, and the majesty of the elders was unchallengeable.

In the blink of an eye, the seven rays of light fell on the top of the Shangwu Pavilion, and the white old man led by him was none other than Sun Yunyi, the great elder who had been hiding in Fengyang Mountain for many years.

Seven lace high chairs had already been placed on the top of the pavilion, and after Sun Yunyi sat down first, he swept his gaze to the position of the top 30 in the field.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it seems that the disciples of this year's Dabi are much better than the previous one!"

Sun Yunyi nodded at first, and then stroked his long beard and said to a few elders on the side.

"I'll see which guys in the inner courtyard with eyes above the top can use any reason to suppress me and wait!" Sun Yunyi, the first old man in sackcloth in his left hand, blew his beard and said angrily.

"What Senior Brother Li said is that this year's disciples are all good, and there are a few of them whose talents are not inferior to those disciples of the family. ”

This time it was the white-clothed old man on Sun Yunyi's right hand, Bai Zhongtian, the first second elder of the Gongfa Hall, and Li Fengyang, the first third elder of the Discipline Hall, who spoke just now.

"Well, our outer sect is in a weak position in the inner courtyard, and this time it can be regarded as adding some materials to my outer sect!" Sun Yunyi nodded, his eyes revealing a look of expectation.

"Let's announce the start of the battle!" Sun Yunyi glanced at Wan Chen and said softly.

"Obey the decree of the senior brother!"

Wanchen Huo Ran stood up, glanced at the audience, and said loudly: "The battle has officially begun, the rules are as follows, thirty people are immediately divided into five groups, each group starts a round-robin battle, wins a game to get three points, draws and losses are not scored, and finally the top two disciples of each group enter the top ten, and the top ten start to win the position, starting from the tenth place to challenge one by one, until the top ten are determined, and the eleventh to thirtieth places are not counted. ”

"Wow..." Wan Chen finished announcing the rules, and the discussion in the martial arts arena boiled for a moment.

"If you follow such rules, then you can imagine how fierce the competition for the top 10 is!"

Zi Xuan looked at Han Zhonglin and said in a low voice.

"Next, it's all about strength! Do your best, you can't force it!" Han Zhonglin said indifferently.

Zi Xuan smiled and said, "It seems that the eldest brother has become a bamboo in his chest, maybe he can win the first place." ”

Immediately, the results of the top 30 groupings have come out, Han Zhonglin is divided into Group A, Zixuan is divided into Group E, and Han Zhonglin is also divided into Thunderbolt Sword Huang Tianbo, and Chu Moran, a descendant of the Chu family in Misty Immortal City.

It is still the three rings of the qualifying round, each group is divided into six people, and the three rings are played at the same time, and the first thing to do is the round-robin battle of Group A.

"Group A round robin battle has officially begun, please come to the stage!" the deacon shouted.

Han Zhonglin flew on the high platform on the left, and there was a gentle man in Tsing Yi standing opposite, who was not Chu Moran?

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