When Dongliang Zhenren announced the start of the test, more than 1,000 disciples present, more than eighty percent of them sacrificed defensive magic weapons. The remaining two percent are either strong confidence in themselves, or they are outer disciples who don't have defensive magic weapons and purely play soy sauce.

Wang Hao belongs to the people with strong faith. On his left, in the camp of the disciples of Wan Qian Peak, the leader was a young man in white, and he did not sacrifice a magic weapon to defend.

Clang!

The first bell rings. It seemed to be low, but it fell into the ears of all the disciples, like a muffled thunder, piercing through the depths of the soul. At the same time, the body is also subjected to great oppression.

Wang Hao's head was dizzy, his body shook, and he immediately returned to normal. Looking back, some people covered their ears, and some people were shaky...... Just one bell rang, and nearly half of the more than 1,000 disciples in the square couldn't resist it, fell to the ground, and were eliminated.

Wang Hao saw that the little brother of the world friend was in good condition, and sacrificed a jade magic weapon to hang above his head. After the bell rang, his face turned slightly painful, and then returned to normal.

"Qianqiu, this bell mainly attacks the divine soul, with physical oppression...... You be careful, don't relax your mind, you should be able to advance!" Wang Hao sent a voice over. Ding Qianqiu nodded after hearing this, and replied with a 'no problem' gesture.

Clang!

The second bell rings. Wang Hao still didn't sacrifice the defensive magic weapon, and felt that the power of the bell could be increased by three points. For him, his head was still dizzy, and then he returned to normal.

And at this moment, more than 200 disciples in the square couldn't support it and fell to the ground.

The third bell rings. The number of eliminated people is even greater, and there are less than 300 people left in the square.

The fourth bell rang, and there were only a few more than a hundred people left in the square.

The sound of the bell is becoming more and more powerful. Wang Hao still didn't sacrifice a defensive magic weapon, he had devoured two Zhuji real people, his divine soul was far stronger than the same level, not to mention the physical aspect, there was no difficulty in resisting the oppressive power contained in the bell.

In addition to him, there is also the left-handed Wan Qian Peak, and the white-clothed girl on the main peak, and almost all of the rest are sacrificed magic weapons for defense.

"These two are a bit of a Taoist!"

Wang Hao took the time to inspect it with his spiritual eyesight. At this glance, he was suddenly a little surprised, the other two were similar in age to himself, but the cultivation realm was much higher, and they had all reached the eighth-level consummation realm of qi training.

He was looking at each other, and the other two looked at him as well.

"The sixth layer of Qi training!

"Although you can resist the mountain bell, your cultivation is too weak...... Better be sure not to run into me in the next competition, otherwise, you'll lose ugly!"

The girl in white has a beautiful appearance, a very good conduct, and her eyes are appreciative, and she has a lot of praise when she comes over. As for the one next to Wan Renfeng, he was obviously hostile, and there was undisguised contempt.

"There are two kinds of arrogant people, one has real skills, and the other is pretentious on the outside, and the inside is a silver-like wax gun head!"

Wang Hao smiled and shot back: "Boy, I hope you are not the second type." "Having said that, I was vigilant in my heart, this guy's cultivation realm is there, and it is not so easy to deal with it.

The fifth bell rang, unlike before, and the bell rang continuously. The three who did not sacrifice the magic weapon to defend themselves competed with each other and still resisted. They can hold on, but the rear door can't resist it. One by one, the figures began to stumble and fall.

Until the last person was eliminated from the game, and there were only a hundred disciples left in the square. The low bell just stopped.

"The test is over! Congratulations to you and others for successfully advancing to the top 100, take a break, and then draw lots to fight against each other to determine the top 50!"

Dongliang Zhenren completed the task and returned to the stage. Subsequently, other deacons came down to collect the identity tokens of the promoted disciples, recorded them, and started the follow-up lottery at the same time.

"The power of the magic weapon, although Senior Brother Dongliang only urges a little, it is not something that a Qi cultivation disciple can resist with his physical body alone!"

Jin Ding Zhenren looked at Wang Hao, who was chatting with Ding Qianqiu on the field, and said with curiosity in his eyes: "Lingyao Fang Qi has excellent talent, and he has successfully cultivated his qi, and it is not surprising that he can resist the power of the mountain Zhong with his physical body, but this disciple of the Medicine Poison Peak can also do it with a sixth-level cultivation of qi, which is really surprising!"

"Senior Brother Shouzao, this is my unsuccessful disciple, Wang Baishen!" a smile tugged at the corner of Nie Wufang's mouth.

Jin Ding Zhenren had a trance, and then praised: "Although this son's spiritual root is poor, his body is extremely strong, and it is even more rare to have a good soul, and he can be regarded as a rare talent!"

The first senior brother praised. Nie is flawless and naturally pleasant. But some people say things that don't like it.

"For us immortal people, the spiritual root determines the future potential, and no matter how strong the physical body and soul are, it is useless!" said Wan Qian Feng Yinguan Zhenren with a smile.

"My Seven Peerless Sects have been established for three thousand years, and there has never been a precedent for the Waste Spirit Root to Achieve the Foundation Realm!" the Heavenly Puppet Peak Illusion True Person echoed.

These two words have something to say, although they don't like it, but they make Nie Wuflaw refute without words. After half a sound, she replied coldly: "Heaven is impermanent, the opportunity is unpredictable, no one dares to conclude that the Nine Rank Spirit Root will definitely be able to build a foundation, and the waste spirit root is destined to be hopeless in this life!"

Of course, Yinguan Zhenren understood that there was something in this sentence, which meant that his most proud personal disciple Li Fanghua, although he had a nine-rank spiritual root, he might not necessarily succeed in building a foundation, and the other party's waste disciple might still have a chance. I was angry in my heart, but I didn't show it on my face, and said with a smile: "Senior Sister Wufang is also reasonable, in the end, the spiritual root is good and goes far, or the waste spiritual root has strong stamina, we big guys can wait and see!"

The debate on the stage, the off-court draw has ended. And the deacon of the main peak took action, laying down one formation after another, just waiting for the second theory competition to begin.

"Bailuo, who is your opponent?"

Ding Qianqiu, who had just gotten the lottery number, rushed to Wang Hao to ask. His opponent was a disciple of Vulture Peak, a guy named Qiu Longming, who practiced qi at the sixth level, and his cultivation was slightly higher, but he was not afraid.

"Me!"

Wang Hao looked at the sign in his hand, the opponent was a disciple of Heavenly Puppet Peak, his name was Wei Jianglin, he practiced qi at the fifth level, and his cultivation was one level lower than his own.

"The Heavenly Puppet Sect is good at driving puppets, and it is a little troublesome to fight, so you have to be careful. Ding Qianqiu kindly reminded.

"The same goes for you. Wang Hao said half-jokingly. In fact, I already have the answer in my heart, and the little brother of the world friend will win and not lose this competition. The reason is very simple, Vulture Peak is good at controlling beasts against enemies, and it is difficult to entangle under normal circumstances, but for the little brother, as long as the Wind Thunder Beast is released, it is when the other party is defeated.

"Let's fight to advance to the top four, encourage each other!" Ding Qianqiu laughed. Confident.

Over time. All the formations used in the competition have been arranged, and the second round has officially begun.

"No. 1 array, Lingyun Peak Wei Yongqing vs. Tianqi Peak Xu Yixiang!"

"No. 2 Formation Platform, Chilian Peak Gu Lei vs. Wan Qian Peak He Hongqing!"

......

"On the eighteenth formation platform, the Medicine Poison Peak King Baiyuan will fight against the Heavenly Puppet Peak Wei Jiang Lin!"

Hearing the deacon Zhenren read out his legal name, Wang Hao immediately walked to the eighteenth formation platform. His opponent, a round-faced girl with a childish attitude, arrived.

"Senior brother, please give me a lot of advice!" the round-faced girl Wei Jianglin bowed.

"Senior sister is polite!" Wang Hao smiled and nodded. When others are polite, he also reciprocates kindness.

"There are no rules in the fighting competition, one side loses, or takes the initiative to admit defeat, and the other side wins!"

Each stage has a deacon in charge of refereeing. Of course, their biggest responsibility is to prevent the two sides from losing their hands and causing death or injury to their opponents.

"Let's go!"

At the moment when the deacon real person announced the start of the competition, the opponent, who was originally modest and polite, instantly released two tiger-shaped puppets, spat out white pillars of light, and locked Wang Hao to bombard.

"Shoot fast enough!"

Wang Hao's body shook, and the person flashed to the right, which was able to avoid the attack of the puppet. On the ground in place, under the attack of the white pillar of light, two deep pits appeared.

Roar!

The opponent did not give Wang Hao a chance to breathe. The hand pinched the law, and the two tiger-shaped puppets roared and collided. At the same time, two puppets were released, spitting out white pillars of light and attacking from a distance.

If you were someone else, you would definitely be caught off guard and retreat in one defeat after another. For Wang Hao, the attack power of the four puppets is comparable to that of the middle stage of Qi training, and their flexibility is poor, so they cannot pose a threat at all.

His figure kept flashing in the formation, and every time he was able to avoid the puppet attack, he seemed to be at ease. On the other hand, the opponent, the disciple of the Heavenly Puppet Peak named Wei Jianglin, who controlled the four tiger-type puppets was already at the limit, and his forehead was sweaty and panting.

Almost!

No more grappling. Wang Hao saw the opportunity, and approached Wei Jianglin with a dodge, and with both hands flicking, more than a dozen fireballs exploded instantly.

Although Wei Jianglin was not panicked when he saw this, he took out the law decision, and suddenly rose up a barrier in his blue magic robe, blocking the fireball attack.

Medium-grade defensive vestments!

With this protection, it is difficult for low-level fireball techniques to work. But when the power of the fireball dissipated, a fiery red long sword, the body of which was twisted like a snake, concealed a powerful power qi, hung three feet above Wei Jianglin's head.

"Senior Sister Wei, my Fire Blade is a top-grade magic weapon, and it can easily break through your magic robe's defense!"

Wang Hao smiled and appeared in Wei Jianglin. The latter's face turned pale, and then he put away all the puppets and saluted at Wang Haoji: "Thank you senior brother for your mercy!"

There is a huge disparity in strength, and the opponent takes the initiative to admit defeat!

Won the first game and successfully advanced to the top 50. Wang Hao had a faint smile on his face.