The night passed slowly in the cultivation, and Long Yi had already replenished all the martial source qi consumed through the night's cultivation.

The current state is better than ever, and Long Yi found that his realm was showing signs of loosening. It seems that it only takes a new opportunity to break through to the Martial King Realm.

By the time Long Yi and Li Tianxing arrived in the ring, there were already a lot of people gathered here, all of them discussing yesterday's battle fiercely, and they all guessed what wonderful pictures would appear today.

"Look! Long Yi is here!"

Hearing a shout, everyone stopped discussing and cast their eyes on Long Yi.

Long Yi smiled awkwardly, and then immediately pulled Li Tianxing to find a corner and sit down. It's really a bit unaccustomed to being so popular all of a sudden.

"What's the matter, why are you pulling me to sit here!"

Li Tianxing asked Long Yi with a smile, the current Long Yi is admired by many people, and many people want to befriend Long Yi, but Long Yi ignores them all.

"These people are so annoying, didn't they win a game yesterday, and I feel like some kind of strange species!"

Long Yi complained, in fact, Long Yi's face was also very thin, and such an enthusiastic scene was really unacceptable for a while.

Li Tianxing paused, and then asked:

"Didn't there be two people who wanted to make friends with you yesterday, why did you let me get rid of me!"

Long Yi sneered and said:

"Make friends? If I had lost yesterday, would they still have friends with me! They want to make friends with me because they value my strength!"

Indeed, Long Yi, who has not been valued in the Long family since he was a child, has this deep experience, when you have a certain value, you will be paid attention to and valued.

In the distance, Wutian looked at everything that happened around Long Yi, and his face was full of hatred. All of this was originally what he deserved, how could he also be the head of the four geniuses of the Martial Fan Realm, the aura of this genius should be his own, but now he was invisibly snatched away by Long Yi.

"Hmph, Long Yi, don't let me touch you in the ring!"

Glancing at Long Yi fiercely, Wutian turned his head away.

At this time, Qing Ming slowly walked into the ring, pressed down with both hands, and said loudly:

"Ladies and gentlemen, today is the second competition of the Genius Tournament, and this competition will determine the top 10 of the Genius Tournament. ”

"Let's read out the rules of this competition!"

Qing Ming glanced at everyone meaningfully, paused and said:

"The rules of this competition are。。。。。 There are no rules!"

"This competition is referred to as the Great Smash Bros. All the disciples who participated in the competition will compete together, no matter what method you use, as long as you can stand in the ring in the end, you will be the winner!"

As soon as Qing Ming's voice fell, the scene was in an uproar!

"Oh my boy!

"Oh my God! How is this fighting, isn't this looking for death!"

"Hey, man, let's have a companion when we wait for the next competition!"

At this time, the participating disciples in the audience had already begun to think about various tactics and strategies to see how to stand to the end.

"Alright, now invite all the participating disciples to the ring!"

After speaking, Qing Ming withdrew from the ring, and the eighty disciples who participated in the competition stepped into the ring one after another.

These eighty cultivators have different behaviors and very different moods. Some are full of fighting spirit and can't wait for a big battle, while others are frightened, for fear that they will lack arms and legs in the chaotic battle.

"Wait a minute! I. I abstain!"

Qing Ming looked back and saw a disciple running down the ring tremblingly, returning to his sect's area, and being taught a long time by the elders of the sect.

And with the departure of this disciple, dozens of disciples announced their abstention in a short period of time, and all jumped out of the ring, and after a while, fifty disciples had been born in the ring.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Qing Ming said in a loud voice:

"I announce, the competition begins!"

As soon as the words fell, all the people in the ring were in a mess, shouting and killing, scolding, roaring, and begging for mercy. In the midst of this chaos, only four people did not move.

These four people are Long Yi, Wutian, Wuxiri, and Feng Wuxi, and the four of them each retreated to a corner, their attention was tight, and they always paid attention to the changes in the ring.

And the strange thing is that none of them dared to attack these four people, and for a while, these four people were also very leisurely.

In fact, these people who participated in the competition are not stupid, the strong combat effectiveness shown by the previous four people is still vivid, they are not without self-knowledge, rather than facing these four people have no chance of winning, it is better to fight with others.

After just ten minutes, there were only about two dozen people left in the ring. And the audience below was also full of eyes, it was the first time to see such a chaotic battle life, and the intensity was accompanied by funny from time to time.

After a while, there were ten people left in the ring, a full ten.

And at this time, Qing Ming stood up again and said:

"The competition is over, congratulations to the ten people in the ring!

After speaking, there was a warm cheer from the audience, and some of the ten people were from their own sects, and their joy was overflowing.

At this time, the ten people began to want to walk under the ring.

"Long Yi!"

"Huh?"

Long Yi looked back, just in time to meet Shang Wutian's gaze.

"I hope you don't meet me tomorrow!

After dropping a cruel word, Wutian left angrily, leaving Long Yi with an inexplicable face.

With the end of the competition, an explosive news spread throughout the entire Martial Fan Realm in an instant:

The top 10 will be decided today in the Talent Tournament, and tomorrow will be the real competition!

For a while, all the major sects inquired about the news to see if the disciples of their sects had entered the top ten.

As for Qingyun Sect and Tuoba Feihong, they were very surprised, and they didn't expect Long Yi to actually enter the top ten. This time, the Qingyun Sect only sent two disciples and one elder to the Genius Competition, and he stayed in the Qingyun Sect to concentrate on cultivation. But Long Yi will be a big problem sooner or later, and Tuoba Feihong is thinking about how to eradicate Long Yi.

As soon as the news of the Genius Tournament broke, many people set out on their way to Witch Island to see the real competition tomorrow.

In a hidden place of the Witch Evil Sect, the Witch Evil Sect Sect Leader Witch Evil Ghost Yin stood respectfully under a black-robed old man.

"Has the news been released?" asked the black-robed old man.

"Yes, Patriarch, the entire Martial Mortal Realm knows!" replied the Witch Demon Yin respectfully.

"Haha! Okay!" the black-robed old man slowly opened his eyes and continued:

"Pass the order! Lingzhou is all on standby! Pick up as many people as you want!"

"Yes, Patriarch!"

The witch demon yin bowed to the black-robed old man and slowly retreated.

At this time, the black-robed old man showed a mouthful of broken black teeth and began to laugh weirdly:

"Hahaha! The time has come for my Witch Evil Sect to see the light of day again, and in the future, the entire Martial Realm will belong to my Witch Evil Sect!"