The impotent excited laughter ended, and everyone looked a little wooden, looking at him blankly, but after a while, they laughed out loud in unison tacitly, attracting the sideways glances of many cultivators around.

"It's over, it's over, do you hear that?" A fat monk came up to his side, and several monks who had been talking and laughing with him before, weeping and shaking their heads repeatedly.

"Good luck, Yinfeng is the eighth, and you are also the eighth. Ay! "The introduction of Yin Feng before can be said to be the intention of the speaker and the listener, and the many monks around him have paid special attention to them, so they are also very concerned about their conversation, but I didn't expect this fat monk to bump into Yin Feng.

"Hehe, isn't this fellow Daoist also the eighth?" Originally, everyone was huddled together, and of course the fat man's words were heard clearly, and he was stunned at the moment and turned around and walked towards him, bowing slightly and smiling.

"Senior Brother Yinfeng, you can be merciful in the ring later, so many junior sisters are watching!" This fat, meaty-faced cultivator looked at Yin Feng helplessly, his head drooped helplessly, and there was no doubt that in his heart, he could already determine that his journey to participate in the Immortals Association had come to an end.

"Eh, hehe, Daoist friend laughed." In the face of his words, Yin Feng was also stunned, touched the bridge of his nose in embarrassment, and smiled lightly.

"Oh~" With a crisp bell ringing through the sky, in a cheer and cheer, the forty people who advanced to the second round have all been drawn, and under the guidance of the six white-robed old men, they split into two rows and stood in front of the long stone steps clearing.

Under the gaze of everyone, the ten disciples of the Qingxuan Sect each held a white pennant embroidered with red numbers in the center and rushed down from the stone steps, with a momentum like a rainbow, which was quite ornamental.

These ten people came to the ten rings, planted their respective pennants on the edge of the ring, and then retreated, followed by ten white-robed old men from the sky around the square, and the white clothes fluttered steadily and landed in the ten rings.

At this moment, the square was silent, because everyone knew that a wonderful battle was about to be staged, and only the "whirring" sound of the ten pennants blown by the mountain wind could be heard in the square of Nuoda.

"Please challenge No. 1 to No. 10 to enter the ring corresponding to the number on the jade medal in your hand, and the second round of the competition of this year's Immortals will begin soon!" When everything was ready, a white-haired old man came to everyone, and said in a calm and powerful voice to Mu Feng and the others.

In the cheers of thousands of people, the four of Incompetence, Zhuo Zichen, Yin Feng, and Xia Ruolan bore the brunt, and under Mu Feng's stunned gaze, they fell into their respective rings, smiling and tepidly looking at the other cultivators who had not yet appeared, and only then did Mu Feng know what the number on the incompetent jade plate was.

"Hey, brother, I'm like you. Number two is actually incompetent! Behind Mu Feng, a burly and ugly-looking monk walked out of the crowd, glanced at the fat monk who knew that his opponent was Yin Feng and smiled bitterly, let out a long sigh, and helplessly jumped up and landed in the second ring, standing face to face with incompetence.

At this time, Mu Feng finally understood what the second round of the competition was all about, I am afraid that the largest number of jade cards in the hands of the forty people here is twenty, compared to the first round of scuffle, the second round is much fairer, but it is also more helpless.

In the first round, as long as you survive to the end, you can advance, you need a little luck and some opportunism, but in the second round, these two things are completely unreliable, and you can only grit your teeth and harden your teeth knowing that you are not the opponent of the other party.

When the ten people in the ring were already full, as a bell rang, these white-robed old men in charge of supervising the battle in the ring signaled for the competition to begin.

At this moment, there were only twenty people in the open space surrounded by the disciples of Qingxuanzong, Mu Feng looked back at these people, the more he looked at them, the more he felt uncertain, there was no suspense that his opponent was among these twenty people, but the twenty people in front of him were full of confidence and even showed a trace of conceit, it was obvious that they were all glad to have avoided Zhuo Zichen and the incompetent ones who were the favorites to win the championship, and at the same time, they also seemed to be confident about the opponent they were about to face.

From the lottery to the official start of the competition, it was only half an hour, and it seemed a little tight from the time point of view, but maybe this is the true meaning of the competition of the immortals, that is, they will not be given time to prepare at all, and let them play on the spot to test a person's true strength.

But when the battle on the ten rings broke out instantly with an order, along with the outbreak of many cheers and cheers of the spectators, the messy and powerful sound in the square of Nuoda was messy in an instant, and the mystics emerged all day long, and the brilliant sword qi and the gorgeous soul qi were compatible with each other, which made people overwhelmed and sighed.

It seems that these people are fighting to the death from the beginning, and the intensity is far from being comparable to the first game, everyone knows in their hearts that this is a battle to win or lose, and if they lose, they will no longer be qualified to enter the ring under their feet, so they are all trying their best to defeat their respective opponents.

The fierce battle attracted the hearts of many spectators around the battle, and the applause and cheers continued, and even Mu Feng was infected by this exciting atmosphere, looking at the dancing figures of the two sides in the ten fighting rings.

The only thing that is a little easier is probably the four of them who are incompetent and Zhuo Zichen, the opponents of the four people don't have much confidence, and after a few attempts still can't cause them any effective damage, they all seem to be languishing but they don't want to take the initiative to surrender, gritting their teeth and insisting on dealing with them, it seems that it is worth showing off to fight with them for a while.

"Hehe, this guy is dying?" At this moment, a sharp tiger roar swept through the entire square, and the earth seemed to tremble, immediately attracting everyone's attention to him.

Compared to the fierce battles that were going on in several other squares, the sudden changes in the square where Yin Feng was located attracted Mu Feng's gaze, and the wonderful battles were already overwhelming, because Mu Feng knew that the incompetence of the four of them was almost a matter of ironclad, and they maintained a restraint in the ring from beginning to end.

When the people in the surrounding rings were fighting a little or even exhausted, they seemed to be extremely relaxed, because they had not taken the initiative from beginning to end, and had always been focused on avoidance, and after a few battles, their respective opponents were tired enough, and they stood in the ring calmly and leisurely like a person who had nothing to do.

Because of this, Mu Feng didn't bother to pay attention to the four of them, but he didn't expect that the sudden tiger roar still brought Mu Feng a great shock, the bloated and fat cultivator in front of Yin Feng was already sweating and panting at the moment, and Yin Feng standing in front of him was smiling and calm, and the gap between the two could be seen at a glance by a clear-eyed person.

This fat man suddenly clasped his hands and teeth and clenched his lips, his eyes glared angrily at Yin Feng's face, and he was vaguely formed in the form of a white tiger by his soul, under the horrified gaze of everyone, the fat man in the white tiger suddenly let out a roar, and this tiger also grew up with a bloody mouth and raised his mouth to the sky and let out a deafening tiger roar.

Yin Feng's face changed slightly, the smile at the corner of his mouth rose slightly, revealing an intriguing smile, and the incompetent and Zhuo Zichen and Xia Ruolan, who were next to Yin Feng in the ring, also paused to "tease" their respective opponents, and they all looked at Yin Feng.

"This is my strongest move, let me see how strong you really are!" The white tiger that this fat man conjured up was as huge as half a ring, and the stripes were clearly visible, if it weren't for the translucency, it would be a tiger coming down the mountain, and after letting out an angry roar towards the wind, the fat man suddenly lay on the ground and landed with his hands, turning himself into a fierce tiger and merging into the huge white tiger that shrouded him.

In the exclamation of everyone, the tiger roar resounded in the sky, in front of this fierce tiger transformed by soul energy, Yin Feng looked so small and humble, but Mu Feng clearly saw the indifferent smile on the corner of Yin Feng's mouth.

Mu Feng had seen the crimson flame tiger summoned by Yin Feng in front of the Holy Land, and the white tiger in front of him was nothing compared to the Yan Tiger he summoned, this fat man's strongest move in Mu Feng's eyes could not be compared with Yin Feng at all, it was simply beyond his power to get an axe in the class gate.

When this fierce tiger swept towards Yinfeng unstoppably, Yinfeng took a few steps back slightly unhurriedly, and at the moment when the tiger's feet had two or three people's wide claws slammed down on Yinfeng, Yinfeng's eyes changed slightly, and his right hand stretched out from his sleeve robe, and a diamond-shaped light shield exuding a faint green glow appeared in his palm.

The huge claw slammed on this light shield under the horrified gaze of everyone, and suddenly a strange scene happened, as soon as the white tiger claw touched this palm-sized light shield, it was swallowed by the blue light in an instant, and it was pulled and absorbed by this light shield at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Ahh The red-faced fat man in the middle of the white tiger had a premonition that something was wrong, and he wanted to retreat back to break free from the absorption of this strange light shield, but it was too late, and in the blink of an eye, the huge white tiger that shrouded him was absorbed and distorted, and the light shield in Yinfeng's hand was like an invisible black hole and relentlessly sucked at the tiger.

In an instant, the tiger that originally occupied half of the ring had been absorbed less than two meters, and the fat man in it desperately wanted to maintain it but was powerless at all.

When the last trace of soul qi was swallowed by the light shield in Yin Feng's hand, the white tiger was completely stripped from the fat man's body, and with a "flutter" sound, the fat man who had already been exhausted knelt on the ground and stared at Yin Feng in front of him, who had already retracted the light shield in his sleeve robe.

"Xuantian Mirror." Mu Feng smiled bitterly, this treasure in Yin Feng's hand was really speechless.

"Damn, with an artifact in hand, who can beat him? Perverted! "There are also many knowledgeable people among the many cultivators around, not to mention that Mu Feng knew about the existence and wonder of the Xuantian Mirror early on, even if the fool saw this move that he was so calm and easy to absorb the opponent's occult art before, it was easy to think of the light shield he held up in his palm before.

"Hey, I hope you don't meet him in the next competition, no, don't meet the four of them!"

One cultivator looked at the incompetence and Zhuo Zichen, who were the first to solve the opponent in the ring, and the four of them smiled bitterly. It can be seen that the shadow area of the four of them in the hearts of this group of cultivators is extremely large, and there is no suspense that the four of them seem to be destined to be among the top existences, and it is precisely because of their existence that people like Mu Feng have not attracted much attention.

When Yin Feng was still clean and tidy after a battle, his face was full of indifferent smiles, and there was not even a drop of sweat on his forehead, it was conceivable that such a battle was almost completely unchallenging for him, and then looking at the other three people, his face was red and his heart was not beating or panting, so that the many cultivators present who were watching the battle were quite speechless.

At the same age, the other cultivators were fighting each other and were embarrassed, but the four of them were extremely easy, and the battle between life and death seemed to be like an adult and a child playing a family in their eyes, and if they wanted to fight to the death with all their might, I am afraid that they could only hope that they would win each other in the next competition.

"Pretty." When Yin Feng took the lead in getting down from the ring and came to Mu Feng's side, Mu Feng smiled and looked at him and praised him sincerely.

"It's just a fluke, hehe, it's up to you to perform." Yin Feng waved his hand modestly and said with a light smile.

Mu Feng smiled bitterly and shook his head gently, there was an indescribable feeling in his heart, he said it lightly, do you have the ability to lend me your Xuantian Mirror for use?

I have to say that the Xuantian Mirror is the most scoundrel artifact that Mu Feng has ever seen, and it can absorb the soul energy released by the opponent, you must know that the root of the occult is made of soul energy, which means that with the Xuantian Mirror in hand, the opponent's occult art is ineffective against him, and the strength of the Yin Feng is very strong, plus the Xuantian Mirror is such an artifact in his hand, no wonder others want to scold him for being perverted.

Mu Feng felt that most of the leaders of this year's Immortals Association were Yin Feng, with the Xuantian Mirror, the opponent's occult arts could not hurt him at all, but his occult arts could easily attack the opponent, and it was almost an indisputable fact that he was the leader.

"It's up to you!" After a while, when the incompetent and calmly walked down from the ring, and came to Mu Feng's side with a relaxed face, he reached out and patted Mu Feng lightly on the shoulder twice.

"You're too faceless, aren't you?" Seeing that the other six of the ten rings were still fighting fiercely, and although the opponents who had fought with the four of them before were not harmed, and all of them could still stand up and walk around, it could be seen from their depressed expressions that they should have a feeling in their hearts.