The rules of the competition are that each disciple participating in the competition must go through at least eight duels between two or two before entering the top 100, and these matches are qualifiers and are completed within three days.

After the first 100 are born, the entire venue will be adjusted accordingly, and the winner will be decided by the 100 on the last day.

In the qualifiers, you can't carry weapons, you can only use internal force exercises, and the purpose is mainly to see whether the cultivator's foundation is solid, which also greatly reduces the probability of casualties among disciples.

Each small site has an area of 20 square meters, and the site is separated by a transparent, plastic-like wall, but the transparent film is unusually strong, and when there is an external force approaching, it will play a role in the purpose of dispersal protection.

There is a passage for one row of contestants between every two rows of courts.

And on the wall at the entrance to each site is a copper disc the size of a tire.

This copper disc is actually a statistical tool, there are two buttons under the disk, one red and one blue, and the two people who enter the field choose to press their own color buttons according to the color on the disciple token.

When the button is pressed, the copper disc will display the specific information of the two people who will be competing, such as their names, ages, and cultivation stages.

After the competition starts, the information of the actual combat data of the two will be displayed at any time.

From entering the venue to the start of the game, there is a two-minute preparation time, and the competition time is five minutes.

The basis for judging the victory or defeat of the two is determined by the number of times they touch the four walls, if one side blindly dodges, it will be easy to be forced to the corner and touch the four walls.

In the end, the bronze disc will determine which one is the winner based on the number of touches between the two.

He Lang was not sure about his performance until he saw the rules.

He knew that among the disciples of the sect who participated, there were not a few monks who were close to the foundation building stage, and he was only currently only at the sixth level of Qi cultivation, and if he made a real move, he would definitely not have any chance of winning.

But the rule of touching the wall to decide the winner made He Lang's eyes light up, and he immediately took it to heart.

He Lang stood outside the door of the No. 5 martial arts arena and looked in, it was his turn in the sixth round, so he could still observe the situation around him.

At this time, the first round of the competition was about to begin, and he saw that the two people standing in the fifth arena, one tall and one short, were looking at each other, and both of them were cultivating at the sixth-level level of Qi training.

As soon as the bell rang, the game officially began.

The two of them were entangled like fighters.

Due to the small space for the competition, these disciples who had just entered the Immortal Cultivation Dao did not dare to use close hand magic and drifting steps at will.

They were all afraid that one of them would not be able to control it well, and they would rush to the wall first.

As a result, many sides start by testing their strength.

Obviously, the short one was at a disadvantage, and soon he was pulled by the other party's unstable foundation and hit the wall again and again.

The plastic wall film is like a living force, as long as there is a force to hit it, it will be bounced off at the first time.

In just five minutes, the short man was hit against the wall no less than twenty or thirty times.

Fortunately, the wall not only had a rebounding effect, but also a protective function, and he did not suffer internal injuries because of this.

Five minutes later, the tall man won the contest and walked out of the arena with his head held high and ready for the next one.

After He Lang saw it, he had already calculated the countermeasures in his heart, so he waited for himself to play.

Basically, a new round of competition starts every ten minutes, and after half an hour, it is He Lang's turn to play.

After watching the first five games, he found that both sides of the competition were basically fighting for strength, basically enough strength, and those with a little more flexible brains could win steadily.

He Lang pressed the red button and entered the martial arts arena.

Behind him, followed by a tall and burly monk, who was cultivating at the eighth level of Qi cultivation.

When the other party saw that He Lang was just a thirteen-year-old boy, and Xiuwei was under him, he thought that he was undoubtedly victorious, and his joy was overflowing.

When He Lang saw the other party's expression, the corners of his mouth just smiled coldly.

As soon as the bell rang, the competition began.

He Lang did not fight with the big man at first, but took two small steps back and a big step forward.

His steps are completely boxing routines, causing the opponent to consume physical strength first, and he dodges left and right. Throw a punch from time to time.

Finally, when the three minutes passed, the big man was enraged by He Lang's treacherous play.

The big man felt that the other party's skinny and ancient boy was obviously the fruit of victory for him, but he couldn't hit the other party hard, and he was hit by the opponent again and again, and almost hit the wall.

In a hurry, his legs, feet and fists were on the same page, and the fist wind was whirring.

He Lang was less than an arm's length away from the wall, and if the big man aimed at him at this time, there was no doubt that He Lang would hit the wall directly.

According to the rules of the game, if neither of them touches the wall within five minutes and no points are scored, both will be eliminated at the same time.

Because of this rule, the big man became more and more noisy, and only in the last half minute, the big man danced impenetrable at He Lang's fists and feet, and decided to push He Lang against the wall and beat him violently to relieve the hatred in his heart.

He Lang saw the trajectory of the opponent's movements, and before his fist was about to smash into him, his feet jumped up three times high.

The big man pounced with the strength of his last fight, but he didn't expect He Lang's body to be flexible like this, and he disappeared from front of him in the blink of an eye.

The bell rang, and the winner was He Lang, who just smiled at the big man, who glared at He Lang with a flushed face, turned his head and left the arena.

He Lang was not complacent because of the victory, he knew that the further back he went, the more difficult it would be, after all, the gap in cultivation could not be made up by a little cleverness.

There was still a long time between the first round and the second round of the qualifiers, and He Lang was going to go to Lan Yun's side to have a look, so he walked towards Lan Yun's No. 20 court.

When she arrived, she saw Lan Yun chatting with the nun of Sixteen or Seventeen, and the nun smiled sweetly as she spoke, and her face was still a little red.

When He Lang saw this, he couldn't help snickering in his heart, and said in his heart: "I didn't expect Lan Yun to have such a hand and be so pleasing to girls." ”

So he stepped forward and said to the female cultivator: "Hello, this fellow Daoist, it seems that you and Lan Yun have a good friendship. ”

When the female cultivator saw He Lang, her face turned even redder: "Yes, we have known each other for almost two years. ”

He Lang nodded politely and said, "My name is He Lang, and I am a good brother with Lan Yun. ”

When the female cultivator saw that the other party had already introduced herself, she also said, "My name is Ding Hui." ”

He Lang glanced at Lan Yun again and squeezed him and said, "It seems that this Miss Ding has no generation gap with your basketball hero. ”

When Lan Yun heard this, it turned out that He Lang hadn't forgotten the age difference between He Lang and Mo Fei'er before, and he was even more embarrassed: "Don't wait for the competition, you really have the leisure to wander around." ”

Of course, Ding Hui didn't understand what He Lang meant, but just looked at Lan Yun suspiciously, with affection in her eyes.

Obviously, these two are affectionate.

He Lang asked rhetorically: "Are you about to start comparing, and you are still so leisurely?"

Lan Yun said: "I have the bottom in my heart, can this competition be difficult for me?"

"Then I'm going to learn from you how to take down your opponent. ”

After a while, it was Lan Yun's turn to play.

Opposite Lan Yun was a well-proportioned male monk, and after the two hugged their fists, the competition began.

The competition process was obviously one-sided, and Lan Yun won with an absolute advantage.

is also because of the regulations of the competition system, which makes Lan Yun play more vividly, and he has been pressing and beating the opponent with the advantage of strength and speed.

The opponent almost didn't have any power to fight back from the beginning, and in the end, he was simply looking forward to the end of the competition.

After Lan Yun came out, he looked at He Lang very proudly and said, "How is it, compared to you?"

He Lang glanced at the other party again and said, "You compare with me, I've only been cultivating for a few days?"

Lan Yun gave He Langzai a detailed explanation of how to win.

What soldiers are not tired of cheating, transferring flowers and trees, and secretly crossing and sinking warehouses are all some tricks to win by outwitting.

He Lang also agreed in his heart that Lan Yun could go with him, with his current situation, he really fought hard, and the winning rate was really not big.

He Lang discussed with Lan Yun for a while, and when he saw that Ding Hui was always standing aside, he asked, "Ding Daoyou, there is no game today?"

Ding Hui said: "I missed the registration of Dabi during the retreat some time ago, so I didn't participate. ”

He Lang saw that he would really become a big light bulb if he stood again, so he made an excuse and went to the stands to watch the competition.

Just as he was walking towards the stands, he was tapped on the shoulder by a person behind him, and then heard a more familiar woman's voice: "Aren't you a friend on the road that day?

He Lang couldn't help but turn around and look, and saw four young female cultivators behind him, one of whom was the same girl of his age as himself when he was repairing the demon head.

He Lang was a little embarrassed when he saw it and said, "How can you not remember, you are also a disciple of the Jade Immortal Sect?"

The girl said: "Not before, I only came to this door in the last few days, by the way, I said goodbye in a hurry that day, I don't know what your name is?"

"My name is He Lang, what about you?"

"My name is Jin Xiaofan, I didn't expect to have the opportunity to meet again. He smiled and smiled.

There were two small dimples on his face when he smiled, and this Xiaofan made him think of Mo Feier immediately, and he also smiled with two small dimples, and unconsciously had a lot of good feelings for him.

"Xiao Fan, senior brother is still waiting for us, hurry up and go, you have a chance to talk again." A female cultivator beside Jin Xiaofan tugged at her cuffs and said.

"Okay, I know, He Lang, I still have some things to do, let's talk about it another day. By the way, I'm in the Jade Immortal Pavilion of Jade Immortal Peak, you have time to come to me. After saying that, he was dragged away by the three companions.

When He Lang heard that Jin Xiaofan was in the Jade Immortal Pavilion of the Jade Immortal Peak, he couldn't help frowning, he heard Lan Yun say that the Jade Immortal Pavilion is the place where the relatives of the head of the family live, could it be that this girl is the head of the family?

However, seeing that the four of them had left, he didn't think about that anymore, and it was the right thing to find a place to watch the game.