Twenty lifelike little firebirds flew and circled above the heads of the elites of the White Tiger Hall, and seeing the people beside him stretching out their hands to grab the firebird one by one, Liu Changsheng also made a casual move, and a firebird suddenly landed in the palm of his hand. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

After a slight scorching sensation, the firebird twisted and changed, turning into a palm-sized piece of crimson paper, and in the center of the paper, there was a number that shimmered with golden brilliance—sixty-one.

After a full five or six breaths, the crimson piece of paper slowly shattered and disappeared.

"Sixty-one!"

Liu Changsheng muttered, and a strange feeling arose in his heart.

On the first day he entered the White Tiger Hall, Jin Hu once said that he was the 861st disciple of the White Tiger Hall, and now, he actually caught the number sixty-one, could it be that there was some providence in the dark.

was thinking wildly, but heard the Elder Fang say again: "Old rules, the disciple who draws the first number and the disciple of the number one hundred and sixty fight, the disciple who draws the second number fights against the disciple of the number one hundred and fifty-nine, and so on, now, the disciple of the top ten and the corresponding disciple go to the ring, and all the disciples who are watching the battle get out of the way, and they must not get close to the ten zhang range of the ring!" ”

As soon as the words fell, the monks who were facing the direction of the ring retreated to both sides, and the monks who were close to the ring also retreated one after another.

Soon, the eight passages connecting the ring had already appeared in front of the eight groups of elite disciples.

The light and shadow on the ten rings flickered, and from left to right, the numbers from one to ten and ten appeared in turn.

"I didn't expect Xiang to be the first batch to go to the ring!"

Xiang Nan said with a wry smile, and then strode out of the crowd and walked towards the sixth ring.

The firebird he had just caught was the No. 6 firebird.

Another White Tiger Hall disciple silently followed behind Xiang Nan and walked towards another ring, but he drew the number one hundred and fifty-two.

There were also monks in the other phalanxes who walked out one after another and went to the corresponding rings, and in a short time, there were already two monks standing on each of the ten rings.

The person who was fighting against Xiang Nan was a Xuanwu Hall Nine-Layer Qi Condensation disciple, who was thin and small, but he had a fierce face.

"Compete with the same disciples, point to the end, no maliciously hurt people's lives, as long as one party admits defeat, the other party must no longer entangle it, the winner enters the next round, and the loser is eliminated!"

Elder Fang's voice sounded again.

Immediately after, the spiritual light flickered on the rings, and in a moment, ten transparent huge light shields had wrapped the ten rings impenetrable.

The mask was a foot thick, and it looked very strong.

The ring is ten feet high, and standing under this ring, no matter which direction you look at, you can see it clearly, but you don't need to get too close.

And as the light mask condensed, ten Jindan elders on the white jade platform came out of the crowd, their figures flickered, and flew down directly above the ten light masks, or casually condensed into a cloud with their true qi and sat down cross-legged, or stood suddenly with a solemn expression, quietly watching the movement inside the light mask.

"It seems that these ten elders are the referees!"

Liu Changsheng secretly thought to himself that he had already observed the Jindan elders on the white jade platform.

The white jade platform faces the ring, there are three rows of seats, the front row has the lowest seat, but the number of monks is the largest, there are more than 20 people, Duan Qianshan and Lu Yun are all in this row.

The second row was seated a little higher, and there were ten monks seated at this moment, among them was Feng Yi, the hall master of the White Tiger Hall, who was obviously the hall master of the eighth hall and the other two elders with status.

The third row was the highest, and at the moment, no monk was seated.

As soon as the defensive light shields around the ring appeared, it meant that they could do it.

The eyes of all the monks immediately turned to the ten rings.

Liu Changsheng naturally focused his attention on Xiang Nan and his opponent.

Colorful forbidden aura rays rose up on the body of that Xuanwu Hall disciple, and in a moment, this person had already sacrificed several talisman seals, and his figure was protected by a colorful egg-shaped forbidden light shield, and a bronze spear and a boxy bronze shield held by this person also began to emerge one after another.

This person is also calm, first do enough defense, and then ask Xiang Nan to make a move.

On the opposite side, the red flames flew around Xiang Nan's body, and the red flame sword that was circling and flying above his head had already turned into a long man, ready to attack, and beside Xiang Nan's body, a cloud of gray light expanded rapidly, and then dispersed, and an iron-backed wolf with a length of three feet drilled out of the gray light, and roared angrily.

It's a pity that this light mask seems to be isolated from the sound, and everyone can only see the movements of the demon wolf, but they can't hear its sound.

The next moment, the Red Flame Sword moved, trembling in the air, and more than ten crimson sword shadows flew out from the long sword, slashing towards the Xuanwu Hall disciples at the same time.

At the same time, the figure of the iron-backed blue wolf flickered and rushed towards the Xuanwu Hall disciples, but in a flash, they were already in front of the Xuanwu Hall disciples, and the speed of the sword shadow seemed to be a few points faster.

The Xuanwu Hall disciples suddenly became scrambling.

With a flick of the spear in his hand, dozens of spear shadows flew out and stabbed at the iron-backed blue wolf, and the bronze shield rushed in front of him, actually blocking all the figures behind the big shield.

"This man is doomed!"

A thought flashed through Liu Changsheng's heart, and he looked at the other ring.

This Xuanwu Hall disciple can at most draw with the iron-backed blue wolf, but Xiang Nan has not moved yet, and has already gained the advantage.

In other words, if it is Liu Changsheng, if he fights against the disciple of the White Tiger Hall who has a spirit beast, he will definitely kill the opponent before he sacrifices the spirit beast, otherwise, the opponent will have taken the lead.

On the other ring, a disciple of the Spirit Crane Hall faced off against Shangguan Liuyun of the Blue Dragon Hall.

The disciples of the Spirit Crane Hall were flying around them with six black flying knives of a certain length of feet, but Shangguan Liuyun only had a long sword in his hand.

Suddenly, Shangguan Liuyun waved the long sword in his hand at will, and a cyan sword shadow rose into the sky, turning into a long man in the blink of an eye, and slashed at the head of the Linghe Hall disciple.

Although the forbidden light shield isolated the sound of the sword's roar, he could also feel the monstrous spiritual pressure contained in this sword.

The face of the disciple of the Linghe Hall changed greatly, and the figure flew back, desperately urging the six flying knives to slash in front of him, but unfortunately, all this was to no avail, the three flying knives were just blocked in front of him, and they had been slashed by the sword shadow, and the next moment, this sword shadow had already slashed into the body of the disciple of the Spirit Crane Hall.

The protective light shield shattered, the clothes were torn, and the figure of the disciple of the Spirit Crane Hall was slashed onto the forbidden light mask, and the entire light shield trembled violently.

On the other side, Shangguan Liuyun had already put away the flying sword in a dashing manner, and a faint smile appeared on his face!

"It's over, so soon?"

Beside Liu Changsheng, Zhao Yu's disciple Zhao Yong muttered, only to feel a chill rising in his heart.

Looking at the ring, the disciple of the Spirit Crane Hall was actually slashed down by a sword, and he lay motionless on the ring, not knowing whether he was dead or fainting.

An illusory sword shadow stunned an elite disciple, this strength was really too strong.

Even Liu Changsheng's heart was beating inexplicably, secretly thinking about how to deal with it if he encountered this Shangguan Liuyun.

Under this ring, there was silence at first, followed by a thunderous cheer, and even mixed with bursts of female disciples' screams.

Liu Changsheng looked at the screaming place, where more than ten female disciples of the Qinglong Hall had gathered, and his eyes were full of excitement and admiration when he looked at Shangguan Liuyun.

The gray-robed elder sitting cross-legged in the clouds above the ring stood up in surprise as if he hadn't expected the battle to end so quickly.

Then, he shook his head, smiled slightly, raised his hand and struck a few magic decisions at the ring, and the forbidden light mask distorted and slowly dispersed.

"Thank you, uncle!"

Shangguan Liuyun respectfully bowed to the gray-robed elder.

Then, bowing in the direction of the white jade platform, he slowly walked to the edge of the ring, and his figure shook and flew down.

The posture is chic, gentle and humble between gestures, not arrogant or impatient!

I could see that the female cultivators under the ring had straight eyes.

"This bastard is very good at pretending!"

Liu Changsheng secretly rolled his eyes and turned his head to look at the ring where Xiang Nan was.

Sure enough, the Xuanwu Hall disciple and the iron-backed blue wolf fought to a close end, while Xiang Nan easily controlled the Red Flame Sword to slash horizontally and vertically on the side, with a relaxed expression.

When it comes to group battles, the disciples of the Xuanwu Hall can rely on the power of the formation and the power of the Fu Seal to take advantage, while the disciples of the White Tiger Hall who fight alone and have the help of spirit beasts are obviously more advantageous.

After just a cup of tea, the Xuanwu Hall disciple who had been smashed by Xiang Nan with the Red Flame Sword had already taken the initiative to admit defeat and lose.

One ring after another ended the battle, and in the slowest ring, it took two opponents of equal strength a full half an hour to determine the winner.

In this batch, Xiang Nan and another White Tiger Hall disciple won one after another.

Immediately after, a second group of twenty monks appeared in the ring.

In this batch, the White Tiger Hall had Leng Jianqiu and another disciple of the ninth layer of condensation qi participating in the battle.

Leng Jianqiu, who only had two second-order lightning dogs to help, only lasted for a pillar of incense, and was defeated by a powerful Heavenly Eagle Hall disciple, that Heavenly Eagle Hall disciple held two short-handled purple gold hammers, and between swings, the hammer shadow on the ring was horizontal, fortunately this was a ring match between the same door, otherwise, Leng Jianqiu's two lightning dogs would not be stunned, but hammered to death.

And that disciple of the White Tiger Hall of the ninth layer of condensing qi had a fierce two-headed monster lion spirit beast, and he easily won the battle.

The third batch, the fourth batch......

After the battles, Liu Changsheng still watched it with relish at the beginning, and watched a lot, but gradually felt bored, so he simply closed his eyes and recuperated, completely ignoring the trend of the battle.

It was only when an exclamation sounded that Liu Changsheng opened his eyes, followed the sound and looked at the situation in the ring, and the expression on Liu Changsheng's face suddenly became rich.

Happy reading at the end of this chapter!