In the second round of disciple battles, between the two hundred people who won before, they will draw lots again, and the loser will be eliminated, and the winner will advance to the third round.

In the third round, 100 people will draw lots to fight again, and the winner will advance to the fourth round, the loser will be eliminated, and so on.

In the case of ensuring maximum fairness, the speed of the competition has been increased.

On that day, when the Elder of the Wolf Sect announced the start of the second round of disciple battles, all the martial artists who participated in the first round returned the bamboo sticks and let the martial artists who advanced to the second round draw lots again.

Subsequently, one by one, the martial artists who advanced to the second round returned to the venue where their respective sects were located with their respective bamboo sticks, waiting for the elders of the Wolf Sect to announce the battle list that day.

"The second round, the first ring, one against one. ”

"Second round, ring three, three against three. ”

"In the second round, ring nine, nine against nine. ”

"Second round, ring seventy-nine, seventy-nine, against seventy-nine. ”

“......。 ”

"In the second round, the hundredth ring, one hundred against one hundred. ”

His voice fell, and all the martial artists went to the ring, and the ten low-level disciples of Ning Mansion who advanced to the second round also came to the stage.

"Bianba, Genglong, you must come on, and beat the people from Mingyue Mountain and Xuanshui Palace on the opposite side to their stomachs. ”

Watching everyone come to the stage, Ji Xin, Hong Cheng, Qi Peng and Jian Zhou were all cheering them up.

The four of them all lost to the disciples of Mingyue Mountain and Xuanshui Palace, and it was the kind of regret that they lost by one move.

They are not convinced at all, and if they do it again, maybe they will be able to win.

"Ningfu, don't you can't afford to lose, after losing to my senior brother, you are still shouting here, what, are you not convinced?"

"Come on, come on, your grandfather, I'll let you make two moves. ”

Although Ji Xin and the others didn't speak loudly, now the audience was crowded with people, and the disciples of Mingyue Mountain and Xuanshui Palace all heard it.

One by one, the low-level disciples of Mingyue Mountain and Xuanshui Palace who missed the second round all looked at Ning Mansion's side, and their eyes were not good.

"Master Ning, I have already warned you before, when you meet our two sect disciples, your general disciples admit defeat and get better, so you won't lose too ugly, why don't you listen?"

The old man of Mingyue Mountain, with a smile on his face, seemed to be admonishing, but in fact he was sarcastic.

"Don't worry about the Mingyue Sect Master, our Ningfu disciples, all of them are bloody men, and it is really a shame for our generation of martial artists to retreat when they encounter difficulties. ”

Ning Buregret smiled faintly, and there was no anger on his face.

"Sect Master Ning is young, this gōngfǎ with iron teeth and copper teeth is really not bad. ”

Next to the old man Mingyue, the Xuanshui of the Xuanshui Palace is full of yin and yang.

Although Ning Buregret's reply didn't mention a single dirty word, the mocking meaning was obvious.

"Compliment, compliment, compliment. Ning Buregret showed a shy smile on his face, which was undeniably authentic.

"I hope Sect Master Ning can have the last laugh, let's see. ”

Old Man Mingyue and Xuanshui Sanren both smiled coldly at the same time, signaling their disciples not to talk any more, and then turned their heads away.

"Hehe, as you wish. ”

Ning Buregret smiled faintly, and set his eyes on the ring.

At this moment, in the ring, the ten low-level disciples of Ning Mansion who had advanced to the second round did not collide with each other in advance, but competed with the disciples of other sects.

Hongjiu and Bian Ba both met the good hands of the Black Flag Society.

Hongcheng and Pihe faced the people of Huayang Sect and Dameng Sect respectively.

Wen Dan and Le Man also faced the people of the Fire Wolf Sect and the Beicheng Sect respectively.

Wang Zhi, Wei Ping and Genglong faced the masters of Mingyue Mountain at the same time.

Zhuang Li's opponent is none other than Shangguan Yu of the Xuanshui Sect.

After briefly introducing themselves to each other, a strong fluctuation of vitality immediately erupted in the competition ring.

The light of all kinds of martial spirits flickered, the swords and swords were swallowed, the magic martial arts and power martial arts were dazzling, and countless sect masters stared intently.

Because it is a lottery to decide the two sides of the battle, it is inevitable that there will be some high-realm martial artists who will encounter special situations of low-realm opponents.

In the first round, this was not very noticeable, because the number of people who played was inconspicuous.

But in the second round, the situation is more prominent.

Because those who can advance to the second round are generally martial artists above the Martial Spirit Realm, and those below the Martial Spirit Realm occupy a minority.

However, it is a matter of luck, and no one complains.

Moreover, this can also screen out some weak people, which is reasonable.

"Genglong, when you dealt with the Fire Wolf Sect's Fire Xuantong before, you weren't very dragged, why, now you don't dare to burst out of your previous momentum. ”

In the eightieth ring, the disciples of Mingyue Mountain, who were fighting with Genglong, sneered.

Geng Long held the octagonal hammer, did not say a word, did not reply, just resisted vigorously, from this disciple of Mingyue Mountain, like a poisonous snake.

The octagonal hammer was originally a heavy weapon, and although Genglong learned to refine the weapon and had great strength, he still had some power to pick up the octagonal hammer to resist this poisonous needle.

Fortunately, the magic robe on his body was strong and blocked these poisonous needles for him.

"If you haven't fought a game, how do you know if you win or lose. ”

Genglong said quietly.

"Haha, even in your Martial Palace Realm, you dare to defeat my Martial Spirit Realm?"

The disciple of Mingyue Mountain on the opposite side smiled disdainfully, and a huge python shrouded in green mist appeared behind him, thirty meters long, and the fishy wind gusted.

Green Mist Snake Martial Spirit, a Martial Spirit with a strong toxin!

Only a hiss was heard, and the green mist snake martial spirit, with a green poisonous mist, circled the edge of the ring and pounced towards Genglong.

Genglong swung the octagonal hammer, and the eight edges and corners on the octagonal hammer all released a small flame.

It's just that the green mist snake martial spirit is not afraid of this flame, but with madness and bloodthirstiness, he pounced on Genglong.

Genglong had no choice but to release the power of the flames stored in the octagonal hammer and spray towards the green mist snake.

At the same time, two poisonous needles also appeared in the hands of the disciples of Mingyue Mountain, one left and one right, towards Genglong's face, abdomen, xiōngbù, lower body, and flew over.

Woohoo.

The sound of breaking the air continued.

Geng Long suddenly fell into danger, he didn't have a martial spirit, and when he resisted the green mist snake martial spirit, he couldn't block those poisonous needles at all.

Even if he had a vestment, there were still some parts that he couldn't protect.

Just when Ning Buregret also sweated for Genglong, and was about to forcibly come to power and save Genglong, Genglong's vitality suddenly skyrocketed, and a black and shiny shield appeared in front of Genglong.

Geng Long, at the last moment, broke through to the martial spirit realm and awakened his black shield martial spirit.

Bell, bell, bell.

The deliberate blow of the Mingyue Mountain disciple was directly blocked by Geng Long.

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