Sixty-one people were rather loosely distributed in the silver square, and in the center of the crowd were the four disciples of the Sifang Pavilion.

"Ladies and gentlemen, let's work together to screen out fifty-three people first, and save time."

Wang Chen looked at Mu Qingluan and the three of them and suggested.

"Okay, let's go together, don't wait any longer."

The four of them looked at each other and responded.

"Then I'll go first."

Wang Chen Senran smiled and said, with a twist of his hands, a pair of slender black daggers appeared in his hands.

"Bang!"

The black fighting spirit soared into the sky, and Wang Chen's whole person instantly turned into a poisonous snake and rushed towards the nearest eight-star fighting king.

"Bang! Boom! Boom! ”

All kinds of fighting spirits rose to the sky, and Mu Qingluan and the three of them immediately joined the action of cleaning up the weak.

"Damn it! The four disciples of the Sifang Pavilion are going to join forces to strangle us first, so let's join forces to carry it first. ”

"Yes, yes, we have to protect ourselves first, we have to go to the second round."

After a short period of chaos, these more than 50 young heroes immediately began to join forces in an organized way to fight against Mu Qingluan and the four.

A big scuffle has been created!

"Well, it's still Chen'er who is smart and knows how to eliminate the weak first."

Venerable Huangquan laughed when he saw Wang Chen making the first move.

"Well, but Qing'er's teaming up with the four of them also caused a backlash from the rest of the people, and it took a lot of effort. Let's guess how long it will take for them to end the fight. ”

Venerable Lei said with a smile.

"Twelve minutes."

"Fifteen minutes."

"Seventeen minutes."

"Ten minutes."

This Wind Venerable, Sword Venerable, and Huangquan Venerable couldn't help it.

It's really not that the four Venerables despise the other contestants, no way, the Sifang Pavilion is so good, it's just so confident.

"Hehe, okay, let's see who guesses correctly."

Venerable Lei pinched a strand of silver beard and looked at the field.

Twelve minutes later, there were eight figures standing on the field, four Mu Qingluan and four one-star Dou Huang, and no one crossed the level to challenge successfully.

"Looks like I'm a little bit better."

Venerable Wind said unusually calmly.

"Cut, every bet is won by you, so it's boring."

Venerable Lei shook his head helplessly, then stood up and announced, "The first round of selection has ended, and the eight people on the field have advanced to the second round. Everyone took a short break, and the second round of selection began in 20 minutes. ”

"Yes, Pavilion Master."

Eight people on the field retreated.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I plan to make the second round of turn-based battles directly match the four disciples of our Sifang Pavilion against those four one-star Dou Emperors, and then we will compete by ourselves after brushing them off, how about it?"

Venerable Lei sat down and looked at the other three Venerables.

"Okay."

"I'm fine."

"Second, let's do it quickly."

The three of them responded in unison.

As a result, the four one-star Dou Huang were unknowingly operated in the dark.

An hour later.

Mu Qingluan, who had already eliminated the four one-star emperors, began to draw lots, Feng Qing'er vs. Tang Ying in the first game, Mu Qingluan vs. Wang Chen in the second game, and the winner of the two games competed for the final first place.

In the first game, Feng Qing'er vs. Tang Ying.

"Feng Qing'er has seen Senior Brother."

Feng Qing'er bowed slightly to Tang Ying.

"Since you call me Senior Brother, then you can strike first."

Tang Ying, who was not good at words, softened a lot in his cold face.

"Then thank you, brother."

Feng Qing'er's voice was crisp and pleasant, like a phoenix.

"Boom!"

A dark cyan fighting aura suddenly erupted from Feng Qing'er's body, and at the same time, Feng Qing'er's beautiful eyes also quietly turned into a strange blue and silver color.

"Is the Wind Thunder Pavilion's unique Wind Thunder Fighting Aura?"

Tang Ying looked at the majestic fighting spirit that was hovering around Feng Qing'er's body, flashing with thunder and green wind, and muttered.

"Senior brother, please."

Feng Qing'er's right hand poked into the void, and a slender colored satin slowly emerged, rotating flexibly around Feng Qing'er's body, like a living thing.

"Please!"

Tang Ying's body was straight, and his right palm was slowly resting on the hilt of the sword behind his back.

"Whew!"

A colorful satin that shimmered with a little bit of thunder turned into a colorful snake and bit Tang Ying's chest, and the distance of twenty or thirty zhang actually came in an instant.

"Zheng!"

A sword light flashed, and Tang Ying cut the colored snake to the side with a lunge.

"Senior sister, be serious, let's not play these little tricks between us."

Tang Ying, who was dressed in a black power suit, looked at Feng Qing'er from afar with an azure sword in his hand.

"Caifeng Chaoyuan!"

"Whew! Shout! Shout! ”

As soon as Tang Ying's words fell, countless colored silk rays shot at Tang Ying at a tricky angle.

"Good time."

Tang Ying, who was shining in front of him, swung his big sword and greeted him.

One after another, colorful snakes swept over, and an azure sword was impenetrable by Tang Ying's dance, and the sword shadow in the sky turned into an azure ball that protected Tang Ying tightly.

"Bell, bell!"

The collision of the sword shadow and the colored snake made a burst of gold and iron from time to time, and it was accompanied by a flash of sparks, but I didn't expect that the colored silk was actually made of a strange metal.

"Broken!"

A calm low shout came from the azure sword curtain, and a dazzling sword light lit up.

"Bang!"

The colorful silk that had just covered Tang Ying like a storm suddenly turned into rags in the sky and scattered in all directions, like a heavenly maiden scattering flowers.

"Da Da Da!"

Tang Ying, who had a fierce sword aura, walked out with an azure big sword in his hand.

"Senior sister, you will pay the price for your contempt."

Tang Ying raised his big sword and pointed at Feng Qing'er from afar.

"Edgeworthiness!"

Tang Ying pinched the seal with one hand and said in a low voice.

"Buzz!"

The azure big sword in Tang Ying's hand shook violently, and he broke free from his hand.

"Whew!"

An azure sword shadow turned into a ghostly sword light, cutting through the obstacles of space and slashing towards Feng Qing'er like lightning.

"Damn it! It's really careless, it's the swordsmanship of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion! ”

Feng Qing'er's beautiful eyes shrank suddenly.

"Huh? It's the sword venerable's swordsmanship! ”

On the high platform, Venerable Lei's big hands quietly clenched the seat.

Feng Qing'er, who felt the great crisis of life and death, quickly took a step back with a solemn face, and shook her hands violently and shouted: "Out!" ”

"Buzz!"

In the void, the colorful satin in the sky reappeared.

"Caifeng Chaoyuan, knot!"

Feng Qing'er's slender hands stood on her chest, and they were sealed like lightning.

"Whew!"

Dozens of colored satins suspended above Feng Qing'er's head suddenly began to entangle with each other, and in a few breaths, a colorful phoenix of more than ten zhang in size formed.

"Wind and Thunder Festival!"

Feng Qing'er immediately flicked a drop of pale cyan essence blood forced out of her fingertips towards the colored phoenix in the sky.

"Poof!"

As this drop of pale cyan essence blood merged into Caifeng's body, Caifeng, who was still a little stiff just now, instantly came to life, and a pair of colorful eyes gradually showed a trace of spirituality.

"Boom!"

A violent momentum erupted from the body of the huge Caifeng!