All the audience looked at the stage intently, and everyone hoped that the opponent in the first round of their country would not be too strong, and if they could draw the Southern Xia Kingdom, it would of course be the best thing.

Soon, the draw ended, and the envoy returned to Ling Chuxi's side, with a depressed face.

"Who's being drawn?" Li Shaoqiu came over curiously, glanced at it, and his face changed.

"No, that crow's mouth, he really got it right!" Li Shaoqiu's eyes widened, the opponent in the first round of Nanxia Kingdom turned out to be Wan Chuanguo.

Later, two wooden plaques were raised above the arena to announce the groupings of this round. Wanchuan Kingdom vs. Southern Xia Kingdom, and Fengze Kingdom vs. Dongxing Kingdom.

In the stands, a few happy and a few worried, the audience of Wanchuan Kingdom is naturally jubilant, in the first round they met a soft persimmon like Nanxia Kingdom, their hope of winning the championship is naturally a little bigger, but the audience of Nanxia Kingdom is a dead face, the first round met such a strong opponent, in case Ling Chuxi is injured, the next round of comparison does not need to be compared, just go home with the title of "No. 1 in ten thousand years".

The audience cheered and lamented at the same time, but Ling Chuxi's faces were still calm as usual, their goal was to be the champion, and it didn't matter who the opponent in the first round was.

Twelve horns sounded at the same time, the melodious and desolate trumpet echoed in the arena for a long time, Ling Chuxi and several people walked towards the ring, the first game was played by the last ranked second Wan Chuan Kingdom against the last place of the Southern Xia Kingdom.

Come to the edge of the ring and draw lots to decide the order of appearance. Southern Xia Kingdom, in turn is Baili Han, Ling Chuxi, Ling Yichen, and Wan Chuanguo, the first one is Duan Qingqiu, as for the latter two, Ling Chuxi doesn't care, because Xiao Tianying has already said that except for Duan Qingqiu, the other two only have nine layers of battle qi, that is to say, the victory or defeat of Duan Qingqiu basically determines the outcome of the most difficult game.

The huge cowhide war drum made a thunderous sound, and the game began. Duan Qingqiu slowly walked into the ring, looking at Bai Lihan's gaze with a bit of bloodthirsty and murderous taste, and his face was even more hideous.

Baili Han glanced back at him faintly, and also walked towards the ring.

"Baili, be careful, if you can't do it, admit defeat." Ling Chuxi remembered Xiao Tianying's reminder and said to Baili Han.

"Well, his fighting spirit is weird, you take a closer look." Bai Lihan nodded and said.

The drums in the audience shook the sky and roared like a tide, and on the stage, the referee read out the rules of the game.

"Go down!" Duan Qingqiu suddenly said coldly to the referee.

"What did you say!" The referee was furious, after being a referee for so many years, it was the first time that someone dared to say to him in such a tone.

The referee glared angrily, but saw that the light in Duan Qingqiu's eyes turned blood-red in an instant, like a beast in the wasteland.

"Go down!" Duan Qingqiu said lightly and drew his long sword. At this moment, not to mention the referee, even the stands closest to the ring were enveloped by a strong murderous and bloodthirsty aura, which made people almost breathless.

The referee's heart felt extremely uneasy, he opened his mouth, but he didn't say a word, and walked out of the ring after the last moment, at this time, he felt his calves tremble slightly.

"It's horrible!" Seeing Duan Qingqiu's gaze, this was the only thought in the referee's heart.

Duan Qingqiu's sword pointed at Baili Cold, and the strong battle qi was surging, and a layer of cold light like clouds and smoke floated outside the sword body. It's completely incomprehensible.