The next day, the knockout round continued, and with yesterday's round of competition, most of the weaker players were cleared out, and at a glance, there were almost no players below the middle stage of the foundation.

Shan 13 and a few players with outstanding auxiliary skills suddenly felt a little outstanding, of course, more of a disdainful provocation from the opponent.

Buzz –

The thirteen jade slip mirror images of the mountain shook at this time, and when they looked up, the jade slip mirror array started the second round of the game, and the three districts of the Yiqiwu played against the two zero land.

strode to the arena of the three districts, only to see a young man in black standing proudly, not looking at Shan Thirteen, only trimming his nails. This person has long flowing hair, red lips and white teeth, and his every move is very graceful, which makes the female cultivators feel impulsive.

This person is the opponent of Mountain Thirteen, Erling Lu, who is not weak in the peak of foundation building, especially with a sword obliquely inserted in his back, and from a distance, he looks as arrogant as a sword!

At this time, the referee simply confirmed the mirror image of the jade slip of the two, and ordered: "The game begins!"

The black-clothed young man looked at Shan Thirteen proudly and said, "Yi Qiwu, are you sure you want to fight me?"

Shan Thirteen glanced at Erling Lu lightly, still trimming his nails by himself, he was simply despising himself, and gently spit out two words in his mouth: "Silly hat!"

The black-clothed young man's face suddenly changed, and he was so angry that his lungs were about to burst, and he was embarrassed, and he really regarded himself as a green onion.

Phew-

The black-clothed young man stretched out his right hand at an extremely fast speed, and his right hand flexed into a sword and shook in the void, and a sharp sword shot up into the sky, hitting Shan Thirteen's chest.

"Wonderful!"

The monks who watched all applauded, turning their swords into swords, and even cultivating the sword gang, which shows that the black-clothed young man has reached the peak of his swordsmanship in his swordsmanship.

"Grandstanding! Look at my spirit snake hand!"

Shan 13 snorted coldly, and his body suddenly moved, not only did he not dodge, but his body seemed to be a shadow, clinging to the ground, and in a flash, he actually came to the young man in black, reached out with his right hand, and grabbed the neck of the young man in black fiercely.

The black-clothed young man's heart was shocked, and immediately Jian Gang fell and swirled, slashing towards Shan Thirteen's right hand.

"Uh...... Nope!"

Shan Thirteen didn't even look at the black-clothed young man's Jian Gang, his body was vertical, and his right hand suddenly clasped the opponent's throat.

The young man in black never thought that Shan Thirteen's speed was so fast, and with just a flash, he grabbed his throat. At this moment, not only is it difficult to breathe, but also has a strong body of true qi, which is sealed by people, and it is difficult to move a finger.

"Yiqiwu wins!"

The referee raised his eyebrows, and he didn't show the strength of the black-clothed boy at all in this game, so he was caught off guard by Shan Thirteen, but winning is winning, and he is willing to gamble and lose.

The young man in black stomped his foot hatefully, and no one could accept such an aggrieved failure, so he fainted on the field in a fit of anger.

"The little monk of the Qi training period defeated the monk of the foundation building period in one move in seconds!"

After just one breath, the name of Shan Thirteen spread throughout the arena, provoking the players of Lei Zhan and the Nangong family, who gritted their teeth one by one, eager to replace Shan Thirteen and become famous in one fight.

As they wished, on the third day, the top forty teams were formed, and Shan 13 was lucky to be assigned to a group with Nangong Xuefeng, a child of the Nangong family.

Nangong Xuefeng glared at Shan Thirteen with disdain, and at the moment when the referee announced the start, countless white things flew towards Shan Thirteen.

Shan Thirteen's eyes shrank, and he saw the flame talisman, the ice talisman, the sharp arrow talisman, the stone thorn talisman, the flying knife talisman, the thunder talisman, etc., hundreds of charms, which instantly produced a distance explosion.

Boom Boom –

The whole world shook a little, the first few rounds were not without the use of spells, but it was the first time that such a large number of concentrated use, obviously Nangong Xuefeng had made a lot of money and went straight to the top ten.

The referee secretly regretted that the aura chaos caused by the explosion was simply not something that the little monk of Mountain Thirteen could resist, and watched a fresh life fall.

"Presumptuous, don't be a killer, don't you know the rules of the game?" The referee stared at Nangong Xuefeng with an angry face, because of anger, a virtual palm the size of a grinding disc slapped towards Nangong Xuefeng.

"Wait!"

Seeing that Nangong Xuefeng was about to be slapped into a meatloaf, the lazy voice of Shan Thirteen suddenly came from the center of the explosion, and everyone saw a tall figure from a burst of gunsmoke, not Shan Thirteen or who!

"He's fine, he's fine......" At this moment, Nangong Xuefeng was frightened by the referee's big palm, gasping for breath, and his heart was hanging.

"You ......"

The referee seemed to have seen a ghost, not only did Shan 13 not suffer any trauma, but his body was also spotless, was it just a hallucination?

"This little guy has to fight with your grandson!"

The desolate dragon on the viewing platform said with a smile, and the old man in the green shirt snorted and did not speak. In the explosion just now, Shan 13 used three different exercises one after another, making his eyelids jump.

"The method of dodging, the method of unloading, the method of forging the body!"

Each kind of exercise is a top-grade exercise, one person has only three of them, and each of them has a small fire, and it is absolutely difficult to achieve such an achievement if it is not carefully cultivated by a big family.

"You can look up to him too much, Wang Yi has been specializing in the method of forging the body for sixty years, and it is also the method of forging the body in ancient times, except for the little guys of a few families in the south, there are really few opponents. ”

It's just that the Wild Dragon True People don't know that Mountain Thirteen doesn't have the method of forging the body at all, and all they know is the half-incomplete method of refining corpses and refining them.

After the referee was shocked, he looked at Shan Thirteen with some doubts, it seems that this little monk has come to this point, it is not luck, is it because he has hidden his cultivation?

It seems that the object of the bet has to add this little guy, and decided to touch the bottom of Mountain Thirteen after the game, if it is before the top three become famous, pull a little relationship, for their own development in the continent, there are absolutely unexpected benefits.

The referee smiled kindly at Shan 13 and signaled for the game to continue.

However, Nangong Xuefeng had a psychological shadow at this time, one was that Shan Thirteen walked out of the spell explosion unharmed, and the other was the referee's murderous big palm just now, and his strength could not be exerted at all, and the more he fought, the more afraid he became, and in the end, he was really exhausted and admitted defeat.

Almost effortlessly, Mountain 13 qualified for the top 20 and became a dark horse on the field. However, none of the top 20 are easy people, and curious people have speculated, how far can the dark horse of Mountain Thirteen go?