In the "Classic of Mountains and Seas", it was recorded that Kunlun Mountain, 'the south of the West Sea, the shore of quicksand, after the red water, before the black water, there is a big mountain, called the hill of Kunlun. There is a god, a human face and a tiger body, there is a text and a tail, all white, and it is dealt with. There is an abyss of weak water under it, and there is a mountain of fire outside it. Some people have hoopoes, tiger teeth, leopard tails, holes, and the name is the Queen Mother of the West. This mountain has everything. ’

-- Inscription

The next day, the scuffle officially began.

In a corner of this Kunlun Mountain, there is a huge platform. Next to it is the spectator seats, as well as the rest area for the players. Three groups of players took turns, and a full thousand people were about to crowd on this small round platform, leaving almost no extra space.

"First batch, start the race."

Fortunately, there is no precedence for the players in this game. The monks who came to the stage first tried to choose a position close to the edge of the round platform but not close to it. The closer you are to the center of the roundland, the easier it is to be besieged from all four directions.

An Yiran, Gongsun Qi, and Ning Xiaotong stood on the round platform, An Yiran stood on one side of the round platform, and Gongsun Qi and Ning Xiaotong stood on the other side of the round platform. This is the strategy they developed before, release the dark arrow.

After all the monks had stood up, the referee shouted, "The game begins." ”

As soon as the voice fell, all the monks began to fight.

For a while, the demons on the stage danced wildly. Almost as soon as it began, monks flew out from all directions on the stage. The wolf bèi lay on the grounds. Some of the monks were still a little indignant, hoping to go to the stage and try again. But it's a pity that the round platform is down, and all the monks who are monitored in all directions are clear, and all the monks who have left the field have been eliminated by order, and they have already written down the number plates of this group of monks......

Among their first batch of people, the disciples of the Kunlun Sect and the Huangshi Sect had the most disciples, and the people of the two teams combined had more than seventy people. The disciples of other sects were also mixed together, and there were more than eighty disciples of the major sects in total. The number of these disciples simply exceeded An Yiran and Gongsun Qi's expectations, but it was precisely because of these too many people. Therefore, it directly aroused the resistance of the loose cultivators. There weren't many people from their Liuyun Sect in the first batch, except for the three of them, there were only about ten people, but none of them gathered together. All fought separately. It seems that Gongsun Qi had also told this group of disciples of the Holy Spirit Palace about their strategy before.

An Yiran raised his hand and kicked a monk off the stage, and casually sent a fireball flying over a monk directly in return with a thunderbolt. This monk was from the Yellowstone, and she knocked this monk down. Don't think that children can be bullied!!

All monks are simply accustomed to picking soft persimmons and pinching them. But Ann is the same, she is not a soft persimmon.

I just saw that a person from the Kunlun faction wanted to sneak attack a loose cultivator in the foundation building period from behind, and An Yiran took the initiative to make the next blow for that monk. When the monk came back to his senses, he found that this little girl had helped him to take the attack of these big sect monks. I couldn't help but look at her gratefully. This monk was something he had observed for a long time, and it should be a high-status and more convincing elder in this group of scattered cultivators, and sure enough, after she helped this scattered cultivator block a blow, the scattered cultivator's attack on her was much less, and the scattered cultivator gradually condensed from the original scattered sand into a more powerful group.

Gongsun Qi was even more comfortable than her, leading more than a dozen Holy Spirit Palace monks to release dark arrows everywhere, thirty percent of them were scattered and cultivated, and seventy percent were enlarged to the sect.

The monk who was the leader of the Kunlun faction had the cultivation of the eighth layer of the foundation, and he was almost the highest cultivator in the entire field. He alone kicked a lot of people off the stage.

Now there are 14 people left in the Holy Spirit Palace, and three people have been lost, which is a good number in the eyes of the sects present.

According to An Yiran's estimates, the number of monks on the round platform has now been reduced to less than 500, but the competition has not stopped.

The uncle she had just saved helped her block another blow. An Yiran fought continuously for more than an hour, feeling a little exhausted, and for the first time, she felt the drying up of her spiritual power source. Hurriedly took out another pill and threw it into his mouth.

An Yiran's hands became more and more crisp and neat, and he raised the whip with white knots. It landed on the enemy's body so hard that it almost instantly broke the enemy's elbow. The more she fought, the more excited she became, even if she was tired to the core. But the flame of battle burned in her heart, and she became more and more courageous.

All the monks present did not dare to underestimate this weak and lovely girl anymore.

Ning Xiaotong was facing off head-on with a monk in the foundation building period, she tried her last breath to keep herself from falling off this round platform, the gaze of the monk opposite became more and more obscene, that disgusting gaze Everyone knew what this monk thought about this beauty who appeared.

The monk held a huge machete and struck another blow. Cut to the ground. At this time, Ning Xiaotong's face was only an inch away from the hilt of the knife, and when the monk raised it again, Ning Xiaotong closed his eyes in despair. She would rather die than climb off the stage of the victors. Turning to one side, the blade slashed at the splattered rubble on the ground. Ning Xiaotong's face was also covered with dust, and he was extremely wolf.

Gongsun Qi in the distance also noticed Ning Xiaotong's situation, and his heart was really about to fall to the ground at that time. However, at this time, he was entangled with the three monks, and he was in a state of dire straits, and he was completely unable to save him.

An Yiran appeared in front of Ning Xiaotong like a savior. She casually threw a powerful thunderball, condensed it on her fist, and with one punch, the monk was numb, and with a hard kick, the monk was knocked out of the field by An Yiran.

Ning Xiaotong's eyes were full of gratitude and guilt. She didn't dare to look directly into An Yiran's eyes, all of them were anger at her for not fulfilling her promise as yesterday.

An Yiran sighed helplessly, this little cauliflower will become a bully flower one day, which is really unbearable.

The fight on the round platform continued, and everything was chaotic to the extreme.

The people of the Huangshi faction were extremely suspicious of the people of the Kunlun faction, how could this group of people who were used to being arrogant on weekdays not be able to do it as soon as they arrived at the competition. Why has the game been going on for so long, and the losses have always been the disciples of their sect, and none of the Kunlun sect has been lost, is this using the disciples of their sect as scapegoats?

Not long after the competition, the people of the Huangshi Sect rebelled together with the people of other sects and began to attack the disciples of the Kunlun Sect.

The people of the Kunlun sect became merciless, and the eyes of a monk at the head were full of arrogance and disdain, and he had always looked down on the scum of these indecent sects.

(To be continued.) )