The Great Elder finished.

More than a dozen deacons stepped forward and took out the iron sticks that had been prepared long ago and asked the disciples to draw them.

Lin Feng, Zhou Xin and others also stepped forward one after another and lined up to draw lots.

Soon, Lin Feng drew his own iron stick.

Group VI, No. 518.

This is the number on Lin Feng's iron sign, Group 6, No. 518.

Thousands of people were divided into ten groups, each of which consisted of a hundred.

However, no one was in the same group as Lin Feng.

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Divided into groups, the four of them came to the bottom of a battle platform and waited quietly for the game to begin.

Because each battle platform was not far from each other, the four of them were not separated.

In a short time, the draw ended.

A deacon who was presiding over the contest stepped forward and announced loudly, "The contest begins!"

"Group 1, 16 vs. 825!"

"Group 2, No. 605 vs. No. 853!"

"The third group, number 102 versus number 467!

“......”

Hearing this, the disciples who were called to the number stepped on the corresponding battle platform one after another and fought with their opponents.

For a while, the light on each battle platform shone brightly, and the explosions continued.

The first stage of the knockout round is very cruel, as long as you lose one, you will not be qualified to fight again.

Therefore, luck is also extremely important in the first stage of the knockout round.

If you are extremely unlucky and meet one of the top ten disciples, even if you have the sixfold peak cultivation of the Great Martial Master, you will basically fail miserably.

With one battle after another, disciples continued to be eliminated.

Some groups finish faster, others finish slower, and those that finish faster are the first to move on to the next battle.

"Six groups, No. 518 vs. No. 325!"

Lin Feng spotted himself, stepped out, and boarded the sixth group of battle platforms.

"Lin Feng?"

Lin Feng's opponent was a young man in a yellow shirt, and his cultivation had reached the triple realm of a great martial artist.

When the yellow-shirted young man saw that his opponent was actually Lin Feng, he immediately became depressed.

"You know me?"

Lin Feng was a little surprised, looked at the other party carefully, and immediately remembered.

When he fought against the Seven Great Tribes before, this person seemed to be on the scene.

"I throw in the towel!"

A bitter smile appeared on the corner of the young man's mouth, and then without hesitation, he shouted to the deacon who was presiding over the competition.

He had participated in the national war, but he knew Lin Feng's strength very well.

Not to mention that he is a great martial artist triple cultivator, even if it is a great martial artist quadruple cultivator, it is impossible to defeat Lin Feng.

Therefore, although he was unwilling, he still decisively admitted defeat.

With that, the yellow-shirted young man turned around and got off the battlefield.

Lin Feng touched his nose speechlessly, and also walked off the battlefield.

The first battle, win without a fight!

In the distance, hundreds of disciples of the imperial dynasty gathered.

He Yangjun noticed Lin Feng's battle situation, and a sneer suddenly appeared in his eyes.

Let you be proud for a few more moments, and your time of death will soon come!

Soon, the second round of battles went.

"Group VI, No. 518 vs. No. 932. ”

It was Lin Feng's turn to play again.

This time, Lin Feng's opponent was a round-faced young man who had cultivated to reach the fifth level of the Great Martial Master.

"You and I have cultivated equally, you will be defeated!"

The round-faced young man held a cyan spear, raised his eyes to look at Lin Feng, and said confidently.

"Make a move!"

Lin Feng shook his head slightly, not understanding where the other party's confidence came from.

"Defeat!"

The round-faced young man rushed out, his body suddenly jumped into the air, the spear blue light flowed, and a shot stabbed at Lin Feng.

Shout!

The spear pierced through the air, as fast as lightning, and approached Lin Feng's chest in an instant.

Belch!

At this moment, the expression on the round-faced young man's face suddenly froze, and his body suddenly stopped in the air.

I saw that on the field, Lin Feng stretched out a palm and grabbed the oncoming spear.

"How is this possible?"

The round-faced young man was shocked, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't draw his spear even when his face turned red.

The spear was grabbed by Lin Feng, as if it had been suppressed by a mountain, and it did not move at all.

At this moment, the scene on this battle platform seems quite funny.

Lin Feng stood on the battle platform, holding a spear in his hand, and at the end of the spear, a round-faced young man holding a spear was suspended in the air.

"Let's go down!"

Lin Feng said lightly, and with a flick of his arm, the round-faced young man and his spear flew out of the battle platform.

In the second round of the battle, Lin Feng won easily again.

Next, until the fifth round of battle, Lin Feng did not encounter any decent masters, and easily won five games in a row.

Of the ten groups of battle platforms, the most eye-catching performance is none other than the top ten disciples.

No matter who their opponent is, they are all defeated with one move, and they are extremely strong.

One of the top ten disciples in Lin Feng's group of battle platforms was Lu Shaoyun.

This person's blue clothes were fluttering and chic, and his opponent was knocked off the battlefield in a flash.

And the top three of the top ten disciples of the outer gate, Nangong Linjue, Duan Bingye and Ling Muchen, are even more relaxed.

All the disciples who met the three of them directly admitted defeat.

So far, the trio haven't even made a move.

"Group VI, No. 12 vs. No. 518"

Finally, in the sixth round of battle, Lin Feng met a master with good cultivation.

This is a black-robed young man with a cold face, who has cultivated to the peak of the fifth level of the Great Martial Master, and his aura is extremely powerful, even far surpassing that of a martial artist of the same level.

Lin Feng came to the stage, and the two stood opposite each other.

"I didn't expect my luck to be so good!"

When the black-clothed young man saw Lin Feng, he immediately grinned: "Kill you, I will definitely get a lot of rewards!"

"Kill me?"

Lin Feng raised his eyebrows and asked in a cold voice, "You want to kill me?"

"What do you say?"

The black-robed young man's eyes erupted with murderous intent, and said, "Although your strength is very strong, it is your misfortune to meet me!"

The black-robed young man was extremely confident, although his cultivation was the peak of the Great Martial Master's Fivefold Martial Arts, it was not much weaker than the ordinary Great Martial Master Sixfold Martial Artists.

"You're from the Imperial Dynasty, aren't you?"

The corners of Lin Feng's mouth hooked up a hint of mockery, and he asked indifferently.

"Not bad!"

The black-robed young man did not deny it, stretched out his tongue and licked his lips, and sneered: "If you are an enemy of my dynasty, you will die!"

Rumble!

With that, the momentum on the black-robed young man's body soared into the sky, and the thick true qi condensed on his palm.

Immediately, the black-robed young man rushed towards Lin Feng and slapped it in the air with a palm.

Suddenly, a gray True Qi palm print, wrapped in amazing True Qi fluctuations, slammed down towards Lin Feng.

"Die!"

The black-robed young man smirked.

"Since you're going to kill me, then I don't have to be polite to you!"

Lin Feng said indifferently, and then, his fist was raised and he punched out.

Rumble!

The fist that was as thick as a mountain erupted out, instantly shattering the oncoming True Qi palm print, castrating unabated, and directly hit the black-robed young man.

Yes!

The black-robed young man suddenly screamed, his whole body was instantly shattered into pieces, and blood from his mouth and nose sprayed wildly, directly throwing hundreds of meters away.

Bang!

In the end, the black-robed young man slammed into the ground, blood spurted from his mouth and nose, and his body twitched.

Although he is not dead, he has more air out and less air intake!

There was a sudden silence.

Even the disciples who had been watching the battle of the other groups all turned their eyes to it.

This guy is so ruthless!

Such a heavy hand!

(End of chapter)