As the outer sect elder's voice fell, a woman in a blue sweatshirt walked forward slowly, reached out and pulled out a token from the box in front of the first inner sect disciple, and handed it to the outer gate elder.

And the one who can be ranked first is naturally Leng Xuemei, who has cultivated first among the newly entered outer disciples, and has now reached the twelfth peak of the Condensation Realm.

At this time, the elder of the outer gate took the token in Leng Xuemei's hand and said loudly: "No. 1 martial arts platform, the first game, by No. 1 Leng Xuemei, against No. 268 Song Bell.

As soon as he heard the outer sect elder read out the number, among the outer disciples next to him, a young man with a small stature and dark skin walked out with a wry smile on his face. He looked about ten years old, holding a long sword in his hand, and his cultivation was about the fourth level of the Condensing Realm, he hesitated to glance at Leng Xuemei, who was walking towards the No. 1 martial arts platform not far away, sighed helplessly, and said to the outer door elder: "Elder Qiqi, the disciple abstains." ”

"Well, go ahead. The Outer Gate Elder was not surprised at all, he just waved his hand and ordered the disciple to go down, and immediately after, a tall and thin young man with a slightly ordinary appearance stepped forward and drew the second token from the lottery box.

"The No. 1 martial arts platform, the second game, by No. 2 Qin Wuyang, against No. 199 Zhou Mei. ”

"I abstain. This time, before Qin Wuyang walked towards the competition platform, a lost female voice had already come out of the crowd.

Immediately after, it was Fang Han who stepped forward.

He drew an outer disciple named Han Qi who was ranked at number two hundred and twenty, and this disciple also chose to abstain.

Immediately, the fourth, fifth, and sixth ranked people came to the stage in turn and began to draw their opponents, and the opponents drawn by the top ten outer disciples, only one of the one hundred and forty-sixth ranked outer disciples against the tenth Liu Jun did not abstain, so the No. 1 competition platform officially began the first duel.

It's a pity that due to the huge difference in strength, the outer disciple didn't even be able to take Liu Jun's punch, and was directly knocked off the stage, spurting blood from his mouth, and it seemed that he had suffered a lot of internal injuries.

In the three major competitions of the Spirit Sword Sect every year, it is not uncommon to be injured, abolished, or even killed by the opponent, but despite this, the Spirit Sword Sect has not taken any protective measures, after all, the world of the martial artist is a bloody and cruel world, survival of the fittest, survival of the fittest is the eternal truth in this world, and even if the flowers in the greenhouse can grow, they are vulnerable and slaughtered, so the major sects on the Tianxuan Continent maintain a laissez-faire attitude towards the casualties in the disciple competition。

……

And just like that, the game went on quickly.

Since there is a huge difference in the strength of the outer disciples numbered in the top 30 and the outer disciples numbered after the 135, there is no surprise that most of the opponents selected by these people were not defeated in one move after coming to power, but were also knocked off the stage after a few moves, and the most did not persist to ten moves.

However, after 30 places, the suspense of the competition suddenly increased.

The first to lose face was an outer disciple named Ye Qiushui, who was ranked forty-first on the eighth martial arts platform, and after she was entangled in a hundred moves with the same outer disciple who was ranked one hundred and forty, she accidentally exposed a flaw, and then was directly forced to fall off the competition stage.

And with this accident, the competition immediately became more intense.

Finally, after nearly an hour and a half, Lin Nan's name sounded in the hands of the outer gate elder who was in charge of drawing lots.

"No. 7 martial arts platform, the ninety-ninth game, by No. 99 Liu Pengju, against No. 269 Lin Nan. ”

Hearing this voice, Lin Nan slowly opened his eyes and walked towards the seventh competition platform.

After recuperating for so long, it was finally his turn, and it seemed that his luck was really good, and nearly a hundred people had passed in front of him, and only then did someone draw himself.

By the time Lin Nan came to the front of the martial arts platform, the outer disciple named Liu Pengju had already stood on the platform, and outside the martial arts platform not far behind him, there were six or seven fellow disciples who were also wearing the costumes of the outer disciples cheering him on.

Lin Nan slowly walked up to the competition platform and came to the other end of the competition platform, at this time, the outer gate elder in charge of the referee looked at the two impatiently and asked, "Are you two ready?"

"Ready" "Yes." ”

"Well, the contest is now officially begins!"

Call......

As the voice of the outer gate elder fell, Liu Peng raised his body and pounced on Lin Nan like a tiger wolf, and swung his left fist out and smashed straight into Lin Nan's front door.

If he was smashed by his punch, Lin Nannan would have to break the bridge of his nose, but seeing that Liu Pengju's fist was already a foot away in front of Lin Nan, suddenly, Lin Nan's right fist suddenly swung out and hit Liu Pengju's fist.

With a bang, the two sides intersected with their fists, making a sound of muscles and bones colliding.

Immediately afterwards, the outer disciple named Liu Pengju screamed miserably, and his body flew out upside down, smashing directly outside the competition platform.

Clang!

The elder of the outer gate in charge of the referee shook the copper bell in his hand, and said in his mouth: "Ninety-ninth game, Lin Nan, win." ”

Watching Lin Nan walk towards the stage of the martial arts competition, several outer disciples who were still cheering Liu Pengju just now ran over to help him up, and one of them asked in an unbelievable tone: "Brother Pengju, what the hell is going on, that Lin Nan looks like he is only the third layer of the Condensation Realm, a full three times lower than you, and he is also a sword-wielder, how can he knock you down the stage with one punch?"

"I ...... I don't know. Liu Pengju was still lacking in blood at this time, and took a big breath before continuing: "This person's boxing attainments are far above me, what he used just now seems to be the seventh form of the powerful King Kong boxing, King Kong is immeasurable, and within half a year, the strong King Kong boxing can be practiced to the seventh form, this person's understanding of martial arts, I am afraid it has reached a terrifying point." ”

"Mighty Vajra Fist Seventh Style!" Hearing this, several outer disciples showed surprise on their faces, and when they looked at Lin Nan's back again, they also had a few more incredulous glances.

With the last outer disciple ranked 209th being knocked off the competition stage, the first round of the new beginner outer disciple competition in the new year officially ended.

Among them, one hundred and thirty-five people successfully advanced, but because three of them successfully defeated their opponents, they won a miserable victory, and they themselves were also hit hard, and they could not participate in the next second round of competition, so they had no choice but to abstain.