"The rules of the ranking tournament are unscrupulous, and the soldiers are not tired of cheating, Lu Yi is also a cultivator in the late stage of the Three Realms, and he was confused by the opponent and relaxed his vigilance, this kind of waste, death is death, there is no pity. Quicksand said in an emotionless voice.

Donghuang thought for a while: "Yes, fortunately, the sword is very fast, and his death is not painful." ”

Lu Yi's death did not cause much of a stir.

It's just a reminder to many disciples who haven't played yet - ranking matches are going to die, even if there are clergy present.

In the next competition, every disciple who entered the field played a twelve-point spirit, and the process of the competition was decent, basically based on the realm of victory and defeat, and there was no eye-catching scene or a scene where the weak defeated the strong.

The only thing worth mentioning is that among the winners is a man named Fang He.

He is a teacher.

He was the only one of the forty-five inner temple disciples who entered the tenth level.

His opponent was a late stage martial artist of the Three Realms who was admitted to the temple last year.

After the two of them distanced themselves, the martial artist quickly approached, but as soon as he was halfway through running, he fell under Fang He's continuous fire spells.

"Han Zhongchuan!"

With Fang He's victory, Zhuang Yusheng's voice rang out again.

Hearing the name, the noisy hillside fell silent again.

But when I heard the next two words, there was an uproar.

The meaning of uproar is that there is dissatisfaction, envy, and regret, and many people get together to make different voices, express different emotions with different voices, and when they are combined, there is an uproar.

"Bye!"

There were only forty-five people who entered the final ranking competition, and everyone knew from the beginning of the competition that there must be byes in the first round, because of this kind of luck mentality, all the named disciples would have some disappointment and regret in their hearts when they entered.

As more and more Rao entered, the disciple who was about to be byed naturally fell on a few people outside the field, but no one thought that it would be Han Zhongchuan.

Han Zhongchuan's father was the deputy commander of the city defense army of Anyang City, a real Daxia nobleman, he entered the late stage of the Three Realms at the age of only fourteen, and was known as one of the fastest talented young men in Anyang City, and the other five cultivators in the city were honored as the 'Six Sons of Anyang'.

Under so many auras, everyone hoped to see this youngest cultivator appear, and many people were speculating about who his opponent would be, and they all hoped that he could meet an opponent of equal strength, preferably the top seven of the four realm powerhouses.

Because the expectations were too great, many people couldn't help but be a little disappointed when they heard that Han Zhongchuan had a bye, and some Rao had a look of envy on his face.

"This is really lucky. ”

Dragon Eighteen muttered dissatisfiedly.

After Fan Jian won, Long Eighteen did not chase after the bet, and Fan Jian did not come over to provoke for some reason, but walked aside and began to meditate and breathe.

"The second round of the competition begins. ”

"Xuanyuan Hong, to Gaoming Lake. ”

"Ma Dongxia, Qi Yunhao. ”

......

"Long Eighteen, to Du Xichun. ”

There are a total of eight competition venues, after the first round, a total of twenty-three people will enter the next round, which means that there will be eleven competitions, one bye, when the name of the eighth group of opponents was shouted, Long Eighteen couldn't help but shout loudly.

"The surname is Zhuang, did you mean it!"

Long Shi'ao was very loud, and the echo of the cliffs on both sides of the hillside could even be heard by the temple disciples watching from the cliff.

"Brother Du and I just met, you let the two of us fight, are you sincere?

Seeing Long Eighteen's playful appearance, Zhuang Yusheng smiled slightly, and said unhurriedly: "You don't have to fight." I directly announced Du Xichun's victory. ”

"I ......"

"I abstain. ”

Just when Long Eighteen had a horizontal nose and vertical eyes, he just wanted to argue with Zhuang Yusheng for a few words, Du Xichun beside him suddenly spoke.

"In this competition, I admit defeat. ”

"What?"

Ouyang Yuxian looked at Du Xichun in surprise, and Long Eighteen also turned around in shock.

In the first round of the battle, Du Xichun's lifeless style of play shocked the audience, and even the eyes of the top ten people looking at him were full of vigilance and awe.

He fought against Long Eighteen, no one thought that Long Eighteen would win, even if the Long family was wealthy, and a young master of the Long family who could even take out a shark-toothed giant crossbow was likely to have other means, but no one thought that Long Eighteen would win.

Fan Jian's guess was right, Long Eighteen consumed a large amount of spirit yuan after shooting four arrows, plus there were injuries on his body, even if there was a powerful talisman hidden on his body, he couldn't use it.

It was not Fan Jian who saw that Long Eighteen was already at the end of the crossbow, many people had the same idea.

The same is true for Ye Hao.

At this time, Du Xichun, who had just known each other for less than an hour, and could obviously compete for the top ten in the ranking competition, chose to abstain, which was an accident for everyone present.

Du Xichun smiled indifferently and said, "I have a lot of support, and I don't have the strength to take the shark tooth arrow, so I won't be ashamed." ”

"No, this one, I admit defeat!"

Although Long Eighteen has a reckless temperament, because he does not want to make progress in his cultivation, and spends money like running water, he is only despised and looked down upon by people because he is mixed with some wine and meat people who cannot be on the table in the eyes of the aristocracy, but he is a righteous man with blood and heavy feelings.

Others respect me for a foot, I respect others for a foot, and when someone punches me, I kick someone three times, which is the principle of doing things for the eighteenth youth. Now that Fan Jian has taken the initiative to admit defeat, Don't Dragon Eighteen can't beat him, even if he fights at this time, he can't let him.

"I was admitted to the temple, I just played casually, what kind of ranking match is this, I don't care at all, with my Long family's financial resources, what do you want?

Long Shiao's voice was very loud, and all the people present heard these words, not only the participating disciples who were waiting for the competition, but even the faces of the dozen or so clergymen and Zhuang Yusheng became ugly.

What the?

Admitted to the temple just for fun?

This is the top cultivation holy place of human beings, a place that cultivators dream of walking into, and you are actually just for fun?

As for the rewards for the top ten in the ranking competition, it is even more generous enough to make any cultivator crazy, and the special reward for putting down the first place to enter the Qi Pagoda to practice No, just the six hall masters personally guide the cultivation, which is enough to make people fight for their lives.

Long Shiao's words undoubtedly offended everyone present.

"Dulong Eighteen is arrogant, I didn't expect him to be arrogant to such an extent, and when he enters the inner hall, it seems that I have to teach him what to be in awe." The Eastern Emperor said word by word.