"Dabi has finally begun, I don't know who my opponent is?"

"Senior brother, your strength is too weak, just admit defeat directly when you encounter a powerful opponent. ”

"I'm number two hundred and fifty, who is the same as me? Why no one speaks, I know there's another two hundred and five. ”

"Damn, mine is actually the tenth, and I will be able to play soon, how can I be so excited!"

After Zuo Si announced the start of the competition, those old disciples shouted one by one, and most of them wanted to know who the person with the same number plate as himself was.

Li Mu looked at those rings, there were ten in total, and each of them had a formation on it, because there were many people participating, it was impossible to hold it in one ring, it was too much of a waste of time.

If there are 10 rings held at the same time, it can save a lot of time.

"Mine is ninety-eight, and it should be my turn soon. Xiang Feiyan glanced at his token, and then looked around the crowd, as if trying to find his opponent.

In the ring, the old man put away the Qiankun bag and said: "The big competition begins, there are a total of ten rings here, and the competition is held in ten rings at the same time. Lao Yu announced that Dabi has officially begun, and the person who gets the No. 1 card will go to Ring No. 1, No. 2 will go to Ring No. 2, No. 3 will go to Ring No. 3, and so on!"

"In addition, it is not allowed to kill people in the competition, and it is not allowed to use spirit soldiers, otherwise it will be disqualified. ”

After speaking, the old man left the ring directly, rose into the air, and looked down at the ten rings below. Obviously, he is in charge of the rest of the matter, and he is the referee.

The old man's surname is Chen, and many disciples know him.

Li Mu nodded secretly, the rules were almost as he imagined. In such a big competition, the sect must not allow killing, otherwise, after such a large-scale competition, I don't know how many people will die.

It can't be the use of spirit soldiers, Li Mu didn't expect it, but this is beneficial to him, he likes hand-to-hand combat the most, the ring is only ten thousand zhang, for a martial artist of his level, it can be reached in one step, and it is impossible to launch a long-range attack.

"Get on stage!"

"Let's go!"

"Let's go!!"

At the beginning of Dabi, someone came to the stage, and the first people to come to the stage were a total of ten groups, two people in each group, from the first to the tenth.

Among these ten groups of people, there are no people who are too powerful, and the strongest one is in the eighth ring, which is a disciple of the fifth layer of Nirvana.

With the exception of Ring Eight, the battles of the other groups have already begun. When those fighting entered the ring, a semicircular transparent light mask above the ring gradually stretched out, encompassing the entire ring.

It was a defensive formation, which would not hurt anyone, and it could also prevent the warrior's attack from fluctuating too much and affecting the onlookers.

After all, at this level of competition, if you don't use the formation to bind it, those powerful old disciples can blast the ring with one punch, and it is better to try a ball.

Boom boom boom ~~~

The battle begins, and colorful gangqi rises in various rings.

Only the ring on the eighth was very quiet, and the disciple of the fifth layer of Nirvana stood in the ring, and his opponent did not appear for a long time.

"Who is the number eight? Come out and admit defeat without a fight, don't waste everyone's time. Elder Chen in the air frowned.

"The disciple is No. 8, I admit that I am not Senior Brother Song's opponent, I admit defeat. A thin figure came to the ring, this was a disciple of the second layer of Nirvana.

"No. 8, Yang Song advances to the next round, please go to the No. 8 ring on the eleventh. ”

After Elder Chen finished speaking, Yang Song of the No. 8 ring smiled easily and jumped out of the ring.

Then two or two more people came to the stage, these two people were the people who held the No. 11 gold medal and the No. 11 jade medal, and the two of them had the same cultivation, both of them were the third layer of Nirvana.

After getting into the ring, the two began to fight.

Rumble!

The competition in the No. 1 ring ended the fastest, and the battle between the two was a slender black-faced young man and a pockmarked Humpty Dumpty.

The former knocked the short and fat disciple unconscious with one punch, killing the opponent in an instant, and the battle ended immediately.

Elder Chen in the air nodded, glanced at the disciple token on the waist of the black-faced young man, and announced, "No. 1 Liu Yuan wins, advance to the next round, and invite both sides on No. 12 to enter the No. 1 ring." ”

As soon as his words fell, two people jumped into the No. 1 ring. The large array closes, and the battle continues.

There is a rule when fighting, and each disciple must match the disciple token on his waist, so that it is easy for the referee to identify.

"Poof~~~"

In the No. 5 ring, a disciple was seriously injured and coughed up blood after three moves, and he was obviously not an opponent of the same level.

"No. 5 ring, Yang Deju won, advance to the next round, please enter the No. 13 ring ·······"

The speed of the competition was even faster than Li Mu imagined, and the difference in strength between those old disciples was very large, and there were few players with similar combat strength. This has caused many people to show defeat as soon as they come on the field, or they are directly killed in seconds.

"Please enter the ring number fourteen. ”

"Please enter the ninth ring on the fifteenth. ”

“······”

"Please enter the number two of the twentieth into ring four. ”

"I throw in the towel. ”

"Twenty-one double, please enter ring four. ”

Wonderful battles unfold in the ring, and basically every few breaths pass, someone will be defeated.

On the tenth ring, there were two opponents with comparable combat power, one with the fourth layer of Nirvana and the other with the sixth layer of Nirvana, and the cultivation of the two was two small levels apart, but the combat effectiveness was not different.

Their moves are wide open and close, you and I have fought hundreds of moves, and there is still no winner or loser, and the people in the other rings have changed several waves, and they are still fighting.

Among the new disciples who were watching, someone from the top peak opened a plate and targeted the two number ten people.

"I pressed Senior Brother Wen to win, a thousand spirit stones. ”

"I pressed Senior Brother Songtao to win, five thousand spirit stones. ”

"Damn, I'm optimistic about Senior Brother Hewen, he will definitely win, I will press 100,000 spirit stones. ”

"Senior Brother Songtao, you must fight for your breath! The old lady smashed 150,000 spirit stones on you. ”

"Bullshit, Songtao is dead, he is definitely not an opponent with Senior Brother Wen, Lao Tzu pressed 500,000. ”

"Nima! Suppress it, whoever is afraid of whom, the old lady will bet another 500,000 yuan, and bet on Senior Brother Wen. ”

"Oh my God, senior sister, you're crazy, and if you press down your pants, you'll lose. ”

"What does the stinky boy say, you shut up the old lady, the old lady loves Senior Brother Hewen. ”

“·······”

No matter what world people are, they like to gamble, it's human nature. The world of martial artists is no exception, every time there is a big competition between the sects, there will be people who lose the essence, and some people will get rich and win a lot of money.

But people in this world can't help but gamble, as long as you have the guts, you can put your life on the line.

Glancing at those new disciples who were gambling, Li Mu was not very interested, those people were all low-grade spirit stones, and the stakes were too small for him, so he was not interested.