But he didn't want to, Elder Shuiyue just smiled slightly, and said disapprovingly: "Don't worry, our Heavenly Sword Sect will definitely not be the first from the bottom." ”

Qingxu Zhenren immediately reacted, and said sourly: "Who let you Ye Bai be rebellious, how about it, under the cultivation of Yunxu Zhenren, the strength should be very good now, right?"

"Average, just average!"

Elder Shuiyue was modest on his lips, but the satisfied smile on his face couldn't be concealed.

Qingxu Zhenren glared at him dissatisfied, and said: "Old guy, I don't worry much about Tang Yan, no matter what he says, he is also a disciple of the Dan Palace, and now that he has broken through the foundation building realm, he can also enter the inner sect, no matter what, it is much better than others." ”

Elder Shuiyue glanced at him and said, "Then what are you worried about?"

Qingxu Zhenren sighed deeply and said: "What I'm worried about is Tang Yan's character, he has been very strong since he was a child, I'm afraid that this kind of strength will ruin him." ”

The flow of people around them suddenly moved, and they walked towards the various rings.

Elder Shuiyue shook his head and said, "Don't speculate, let's go, it's better to see with your own eyes than to have no bottom in your heart." ”

Qingxu Zhenren thought about it, but his face was still a little worried, and the two separated, and each walked towards the ring where Ye Bai and Tang Yan were.

On the ring belonging to Ye Bai, he stood lazily with a calm face, and opposite him, a young man in a blue robe was looking at him with pity.

"You don't believe it, you met me, remember, the person who eliminated you is called Shen Lang!"

The blue-robed young man was full of momentum, and his cultivation had reached the level of Ning Yuan Great Perfection!

"Shen Lang of the Xihe Sword Sect, I really didn't expect that he was already Ning Yuan Great Perfection!"

There were scattered cultivators in the audience who exclaimed,

"The young man on the other side is too unlucky, on the first day, he will be eliminated!"

"I don't know how many moves he can survive, I heard that Shen Lang has cultivated the swordsmanship of the Xihe Sword Sect to Xiaocheng!"

There are monks who know Shen Lang in high spirits, and they look like I know everything, which has attracted the envy of many casual cultivators.

Shen Lang's ears moved, obviously he heard the discussion in the audience, he raised his head slightly, a reserved smile appeared on his face, and said to Ye Bai: "No matter which sect you are a disciple, admit defeat yourself, otherwise it will hurt you in the fight, but it will not be good." ”

Ye Bai's slightly closed eyes suddenly opened, looked at Shen Lang, and said, "You just said that you are a disciple of the Xihe Sword Sect?"

Shen Lang nodded a little proudly and said, "Yes, what's the matter, are you afraid? If you are afraid, you can admit defeat yourself." ”

Ye Bai's face was strange, he shook his head, and said, "Your sect should have a disciple named Pang Jin, right?"

Shen Lang's face sank, snorted, and said: "He is our senior brother, let me tell you, don't think about the relationship, if you don't admit defeat, I'll do it." ”

The rest of the figures in the ring flickered, apparently starting a fierce battle.

Ye Bai grinned and said, "Very good, remember my name, my name is Ye Bai, and at the same time, I am also the one who eliminated you." ”

"Crazy ...... Delusion!"

Shen Lang sneered, but the next moment, his smile froze.

Ye Bai's fist approached rapidly, getting bigger and bigger, and when he didn't react, it slammed into his face!

"Bang!"

Shen Lang's chest was like a sandbag, it was sunken in, his face turned green, and then the huge force directly knocked him out.

The body slammed into the crowd under the ring, Shen Lang's face was flushed, and above his head, there was a white hourglass clicking, which was listed as two halves.

This means that under the ruling of the Ruyi Sect, Shen Lang has already lost.

"Despicable, you actually attacked me, you are so despicable!"

Shen Lang's face was painful and he shouted.

Ye Bai smiled faintly, didn't bother to pay attention to the other party, jumped over, and then fell to the side of Shui Yue Zhenren.

Shui Yue Zhenren's face was extremely ruddy, nodded again and again, and said: "It's a good fight, what kind of sneak attack, it's obvious that he is talking nonsense, and he is too light on the enemy." ”

won the first game, even if it was a real person who had absolute confidence in Ye Bai, he really put a heart back in his stomach.

In the first game of the Southern Regions Competition, half of the monks were eliminated, and the center of the competition was never the beginning of these competitions.

In fact, for the sake of a fair period, starting the next day, the second-level disciples of the ten major sects will really fight!

This can also be regarded as setting up an obstacle for some of the more qualified disciples who have won the victory, and use it to distinguish the merits of these disciples.

Ye Bai said: "Uncle Shi, don't worry, I still have a second game." ”

"What, you're so unlucky?"

The smile on Shui Yue Zhenren's face faded a lot, but he quickly said, "You quickly recover your spiritual power and prepare for the next one wholeheartedly." ”

The corners of Ye Bai's mouth twitched, and he said, "Uncle Shi, I didn't use my spiritual power at all just now......

The monks who watched around were stunned one by one.

Someone said with great sourness: "Spirit, spiritual power?"

"This guy turned out to be a foundation building monk?"

"No wonder Shen Lang lost so fast...... It's not wrong!"

Many monks turned their heads and looked at Shen Lang sympathetically.

Shen Lang was also shocked, thinking of his arrogant words on the stage before, and then thinking that the other party must be looking at himself like a fool in his heart, Shen Lang's eyes darkened, and he simply snorted and fainted.

Ye Bai didn't have any interest in this Shen Lang at all, and under the leadership of Shuiyue Zhenren, the two walked under the ring that belonged to Tang Yan.

At this moment, most of the competition has ended, but there is still a small half of the fierce battle.

What Tang Yan encountered was a real contestant from a medium-sized sect, who was young and almost exceeded the limit of thirty years old, and his strength had also reached the early stage of foundation building.

There were many monks under the ring, all staring intently at the stage.

"Brother, you're over the fight too? so soon?"

What Ye Bai didn't expect was that the monk who was familiar with him just now, that is, the young monk named Qin Fang, was actually there.

Ye Bai nodded, staring at the ring, at this moment, Tang Yan's face was calm, the light of the flying sword above his head flickered, and he was slowly gaining the upper hand.

The monk in the early stage of foundation building on the opposite side had a disordered aura, his face was solemn, and he was not far from defeat.

Qin Fang didn't care about Ye Bai's attitude, he smiled and said, "How is it, did you win?"

"Won. ”

Ye Bai cherishes words like gold.

Qin magnified that it was not interesting, and muttered: "I said brother, you have too few words, you will suffer if you continue like this, if you don't have friends when you come out, you will be isolated in many cases, and there will be fewer channels to receive messages." ”