"Next player, please."

Tang Yan's voice sounded in the ring again.

But no one came to power.

Tang Yan turned his head and looked at it, and he was immediately happy.

The waiting area is gone.

In other words, before you know it, the first round of the competition has actually ended.

The whole process took less than ten hours.

In other words, there are more than 600 competitions, and each game ends in about a little more than a minute on average.

"It's still a little slower." Tang Yan muttered quietly.

The corners of the eyes twitched at the same time when the others around heard him muttering.

If there is one word to describe how they feel right now.

That's - dumbfounded!

Spectacle!

It's nothing short of a spectacle!

They never imagined that the competition could come like this?

A full 630 competitions.

Almost every match ends in about a minute.

The whole competition process is clearly divided into: the player enters the field - the result is announced - the player leaves the field.

The first dozens of players competed, and when Tang Yan announced the results, he also explained.

Later, Tang Yan didn't bother to explain at all.

Announce the results directly.

The key thing is that no one has any objections to Tang Yan's verdict yet!

It seems to be taken for granted!

There is no doubt at all.

Because Tang Yan's judgment never seemed to miss.

As long as the player is on stage, he can always judge success or failure from an unexpected angle.

The people present not only did not think that Tang Yan was talking nonsense, but felt very reasonable!

Even the relish to see!

Of course, there are also people who are not convinced by Tang Yan's judgment and insist on trying.

But without exception, the results of the competition were no different from those sentenced by Tang Yan.

Later, there were still people who did not believe in evil and wanted to compete, but there was a burst of boos from under the ring.

Obviously, everyone was convinced of Tang Yan's judgment.

After that, no one asked to continue the competition.

Because it's a waste of time.

Thus the most peaceful assembly of all nations in history was born.

In the whole conference, there was no brilliant internal force collision, and there was no shouting......

This was the end of the first round of competition.

So much so that after the game, the scene was still silent.

Even if Xuanyangzi and the other four heads opened their mouths, they didn't speak.

Because even with their knowledge, this scene is the first time they have seen it.

Huo Ruhai sighed and said: "Head Xuanyangzi, the referee you chose is really interesting." ”

Xuanyangzi smiled: "Hehe, Tang Yan Xiaoyou does like to be unexpected, but this is fine, and it also saves a lot of time...... and unnecessary trouble. ”

Unnecessary trouble, naturally, refers to the problem of refereeing.

The reason why there were no multiple rings in this Wanzong Conference was because the selection of referees was controversial.

Multiple rings require multiple referees, and no matter which sect this referee chooses from, there will be controversial voices.

Because no one is sure that these referees will be fair......

And the only one present who was not a member of the sect was Tang Yan.

This is also the reason why Xuanyangzi chose Tang Yan as the referee.

Again, why no one objected.

Not to mention that Tang Yan is not a member of the sect, under the surveillance of so many people, he is not afraid that Tang Yan will make any small moves.

However, despite this, the Wanzong Conference still made their mood fluctuate like a roller coaster.

"Tang Yan, since the first game is over, let's play the second game as soon as possible." Xuanyangzi said with a smile.

By this time it was already dark.

For the Awoken, though, there is no difference between day and darkness.

Tang Yan didn't care.

He agreed to be this referee, completely to repay the love of the three thousand-year-old elixirs.

After all, he can't be too irresponsible.

It's also acceptable to work part-time as a referee.

So he waved his hand and said: "The second competition is about to begin, please redraw the corresponding opponents." ”

Soon, more than 600 people who have advanced have already selected their opponents.

"Player No. 1 is invited to play."

The quality of the contestants in the second round is significantly higher than that of the contestants in the first round.

And the first to take the stage was a disciple of the Dao Sect and a disciple of the Spirit Sword Sect.

After the two came to the stage, they did not make a fighting posture, but looked at Tang Yan in unison.

Waiting for Tang Yan's verdict.

They are already skilled at this.

Tang Yan's gaze swept around the two of them.

Then he pronounced the verdict with an expressionless face: "In the first game, Dao Zong won!" ”

The voice came out.

A smile suddenly appeared on the face of the Dao Sect disciple in the ring.

arched his hand at Tang Yan, and then stepped off the stage with a smile.

And although the disciple of the Spirit Sword Sect had already prepared everything, he was still a little depressed.

He asked a little unwillingly: "Referee, why did I lose?" ”

Because he always had a little doubt in his heart that Tang Yan was communiquing his personal vendetta.

Of course, although the first round of competition has completely shown that Tang Yan is not that kind of person, there will always be some unwillingness to be judged to fail when it falls on him.

When Tang Yan heard this, he glanced at him lightly: "You really want to know?" ”

The disciple of the Spirit Sword Sect nodded firmly.

Tang Yan sighed helplessly.

Then he said, "You draw your sword and try it." ”

The disciple was stunned.

Draw your sword?

What to do with a sword?

Although he was puzzled, his hand rested on the hilt of the sword at his waist.

Then I pulled it out.

However, when he pulled out the sword he had carried with him for more than ten years, he was dumbfounded.

Because of his sword......

It's actually broken!

To be precise, it's not broken, but more than half of it is missing!

I saw his long sword, most of the sword body was gone, and only a little bit of the sword body remained.

And this little bit of the sword body is still a little uneven.

It's like...... It's like you've been gnawed by something.

"What the hell. What can gnaw on one's own sword? The disciple looked confused.

The sword is the biggest hole card of their Spirit Sword Sect.

The dantian is pregnant with a sword fetus, holding a portable sword, and the combat power will increase exponentially.

Losing the sword is equivalent to losing an arm, and the combat effectiveness is greatly reduced.

And the long sword in his hand is what he has worn since he was a child, and it is truly like his own arm.

But now it's inexplicably gone.

This makes him how not to break down.

"Ah!! Oh my sword!! ”

The more I thought about it, the more sad I felt, and the disciple of the Spirit Sword Sect actually cried.

The one who cries is called a miserable.

Also, if anyone who has been with him for more than ten years suddenly disappears, he will not feel good in his heart.

What's more, it's a disciple of the Spirit Sword Sect who eats by the sword?

The people around him didn't mean to laugh either.

It's just that he looked at the Spirit Sword Sect disciple with some sympathy, this guy is really unlucky.

But they were a little confused.

Does this sword look like it has been gnawed by something?

But what can even be gnawed off by a sword?

Could it be that there are still awakened beasts that like to eat swords?

Tang Yan in the ring sighed silently.